While we were at the Schneider OC, a woman glared at us as we walked our dogs in the grassy storm overflow area. As our dogs were doing their business, she came up to me and handed me a bag to scoop up their poop. She was extremely insistent that we do so in her presence. Despite her scathing comments toward us, I kept it very polite.
We picked up a load of water out of the Hawkins Texas. The bill said the weight was 45,322 pounds. With fuel tanks at 3/4, I wasn’t sure we would be able to get the weight legal. There is a scale right around the corner from the shippers yard, which is owned by an elderly couple on eight plot of wooded land. This is probably my seventh time there. Invariably, one set of axles is usually a few hundred pounds overweight, so the kind scale owner volunteers to pull the slider pin and direct me forward or reverse to get the weight distribution just right. Our overall weight is about 79,400 pounds. The legal limit is 80,000 pounds.
We are spending the night in the parking lot of a big store in Mount Pleasant Texas. I took Stephanie over to a truly Texan hamburger restaurant. She was moderately impressed.