I have deep respect for truck drivers after experiencing the winding roads of the Coastal and Rocky mountains, soft shoulders, harrowing curves, and dark tunnels. I took my turn at driving. It took every ounce of concentration to keep on the road. It is so easy to drift, ever so slightly, reach for a thermal mug of tea, glance at scenery … The RV tends to float and those lumbering logging trucks own the road.
Truck drivers are my new heroes.
Heading out of Dawson Creek, we were able to meet up with one of Andy’s cousins who was hauling a load to Edmonton. We enjoyed breakfast at Whitecourt, where we had set up camp for the night.