The drive from North Platte, Nebraska, into Scottsville, Kansas, is less than 4 hours. We struck out on the highway getting some showers and enjoyed the drive. The cool weather was pleasant, and the scenery was great.
North Platte is a railroad town. Today it is served only by freight trains, but during World War 2 the city was known for the North Platte Canteen (also known as the Service Men's Canteen in the Union Pacific Railroad Station). It was a volunteer organization serving food to millions of traveling soldiers. What a great bit of history.
Before that it became the home of Buffalo Bill's ranch. 👇🏻
William Frederick "Buffalo Bill" Cody (1846-1917) was an American buffalo hunter, U.S. Army scout, Pony Express rider, and showman who became a global celebrity for his Buffalo Bill's Wild West show. He was a skilled showman, a savvy businessman, and a celebrity who used his platform to advocate for women's suffrage and the rights of Native Americans.
In N. Platte we loaded up a bobcat tractor to haul to Kansas.
Heading off for Scottsville, we ate a bite of supper and enjoyed conversation until we found ourselves in the dark, a few hours later. The rain had continued coming and going for miles. The little truck on our GPS had been off roading for awhile on the small country roads. Often they were only dirt roads.
What we found ourselves in need of was fuel. What we could not see were lights of any kind in the distance.
Trying to be hopeful, we journeyed on. What else could we do? When suddenly, around a corner, we saw a singular light shining near a stop sign. I couldn't believe my eyes. There, in the midst of a field, was a small lot with a diesel pump sitting on it. Miracle of miracles! We were able to fuel up and knew we could actually make it to the truck stop we were heading for till morning.
It was good timing. Our GPS was sending us down the tiniest dirt roads, and the rain had begun again.
Finally! We turned onto a paved highway headed for the Loves station in Belleville.
Between the falling rain and the hum of the semis sleeping next to us, we were lulled away to dreamland in no time.
In the very early morning, we trudged our soggy selves inside the station to clean up and see how large a coffee cup we could fill.
Our next stop was to make our delivery. A helpful man told us he'd come unload us right on the small road in front of the business. Despite the mud, the job was completed quickly.
We didn't wait too terribly long before another rate con arrived. If we wanted it, we could head to Russellville, Arkansas, to pick up a load after the weekend. It would be going to San Bernardino, California, for a price we decided was hard to turn down.
Join us, coming up!
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