My driver, Kristen, picked me up in Wahoo, NE – my hometown.  It was a beautiful foggy morning with snow on the ground.  I remember feeling uneasy but kept reminding myself that this was going to be an adventure. Kristen did not like to stop. She drove hard to get any given load in ahead of time and move on to the next. We were on the road all day long, stopping only for quick restroom breaks. It didn’t take long realize that shooting was going to be a challenge. I struggled to find photos but there was no time to talk with other drivers or explore the truck stops. For the most part, I ended up snapping a few images on my way to the restroom or shooting out of the cabin window. Bedtime came early and at night the truck was very cold. Kristen didn’t run the heat when we were parked so I bundled up in fleece, my coat, a hat and layered two sleeping bags. It wasn’t the cold but the stale, stagnant air of the cabin that kept me awake most nights.
Before sunrise, we would get up and begin to drive again. We were very isolated and I loved it. Being far away from everything I knew was refreshing.

We ate at a lot of places like this.  I stuck with the basics every time.  I felt safe with mashed potatoes with gravy and a salad.

I love this photo.  This sums up the trip.

I don’t remember his name, but this man told me he just proposed to his girlfriend and they were to be married soon.

Truck stop showers aren’t that bad. 10 bucks for a private bathroom.  Kristen stopped for a shower every 3 days or so.

I only saw the sun a few times on this trip.  It was rainy and overcast everyday.

Dee – a driver from Florida.  She was a little shy at first but warmed up to me pretty quick.  She was delivering her last load and wasn’t going to drive anymore.

I was so happy when I saw my first trucker dog.

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