Soapweed
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On Monday, June 24th, I made a little road trip. After checking out a ranch auction north of Hyannis for a while, I decided to drive on to Hyannis to eat dinner (lunch to some :wink: ). Having yearling heifers in a feed yard down near Arnold, Nebraska, I decided to drive there to check the heifers. My route took me south to Arthur and then east to Stapleton, before going south a few miles and then east for a few more. The country all the way looked great, as nice rains have blessed the Sandhills in the past couple months. The heifers are doing well, and after a nice visit with the folks there, I headed back for the north country. After leaving Thedford, I called my wife's sister's family who ranch north of there about twenty miles to see if they were home if I dropped by to visit. They answered in the affirmative, but this almost didn't come about.
I was driving possibly too fast, but wide awake at least. Going around an S-shaped curve, a big cargo-carrying semi was approaching from the opposite direction. The driver was also probably going too fast and definitely not paying attention to the business at hand. The truck rounded the first part of the curve alright but came clear into my lane on the second curve. The driver caught sight of my pickup then, and swerved to miss my outfit. The tall trailer rocked violently and nearly toppled onto my pickup. Ironically as all of these was transpiring, I was listening to Fox News on Sirrius Radio. The newscast was about the aerialist Nik Wallenda, who had successfully walked tightrope across the Grand Canyon the day before. Nik was praying hard all the way across, and the lady moderator said that she would have been doing the same thing. I was just thinking that I would also have been praying very hard if I was 1500 feet above the floor of the Grand Canyon balancing precariously on a tight rope. I had a chance for immediate practice as the wildly weaving big rig crowded by. This may have been what saved me, and I am eternally grateful for each new day that comes my way.
I was driving possibly too fast, but wide awake at least. Going around an S-shaped curve, a big cargo-carrying semi was approaching from the opposite direction. The driver was also probably going too fast and definitely not paying attention to the business at hand. The truck rounded the first part of the curve alright but came clear into my lane on the second curve. The driver caught sight of my pickup then, and swerved to miss my outfit. The tall trailer rocked violently and nearly toppled onto my pickup. Ironically as all of these was transpiring, I was listening to Fox News on Sirrius Radio. The newscast was about the aerialist Nik Wallenda, who had successfully walked tightrope across the Grand Canyon the day before. Nik was praying hard all the way across, and the lady moderator said that she would have been doing the same thing. I was just thinking that I would also have been praying very hard if I was 1500 feet above the floor of the Grand Canyon balancing precariously on a tight rope. I had a chance for immediate practice as the wildly weaving big rig crowded by. This may have been what saved me, and I am eternally grateful for each new day that comes my way.
Sure glad you didnt get in a wreck or worse. :shock: I have gotten so bad about going to the big town anymore that i usually dont. I'll take a 2 track dirt road and 30 mph over a bunch of idiots going to beat hell.
