Sometimes I dabble in the artificial turf business and I wanted to get some turf for my backyard.
After contacting a couple of major turf suppliers I know in the states of Washington and Oregon they told me how expensive the cost of shipping was currently. These dealers were willing to sell me the turf, but wanted me to know I might need to mortgage my house for shipping costs.
I certainly understood the dilemma after having recently filled up my vehicles at local petrol stations as my stomach started to ache while looking at the price-per-gallon and as the numbers on the pump spun faster than I had ever seen.
I have a nephew-in-law Tylor who is somewhat interested in artificial turf and when I asked him if he wanted to help me take my dump trailer to Portland, Oregon to pick up a roll, he surprisingly said “that would be fun – we could take Beau.” (his son, my great nephew)
He didn’t want to miss any work so we took off on a Friday afternoon, July 16 and returned Sunday, July 18 with a full roll of turf, plenty of turf for a couple of small jobs.
Not that we’re cheap or anything, I mean I was spending a fortune on petrol with a truck that gets about 17 mpg. However, we didn’t splurge on luxurious hotels. In fact, we didn’t spend anything on hotels.
We slept a bit Friday night at a restop near La Grande, Oregon. We had a couple of nice cushion mats and Tylor and Beau plopped down on those in their sleeping bags in the dump trailer while I slept in the bed of the truck.
Everything seemed quite safe until an unusual, questionable, perhaps inebriated person pulled up next to us and asked us if we had seen his black cat. Tylor told the man we hadn’t seen a cat and then told me that we better make sure the cab of the truck was locked because of our valuables inside. Of course we would be fair game in the dump trailer and open truck bed.
We made a big push early Saturday morning playing the license plate game and I Spy Game with 7-year-old Beau and made a quick stop for breakfast in Hermiston, Oregon.
We told Cascade Greens, my friends who operate a turf business in the Portland area, we would be in Sherwood at their landscape yard at 1 p.m. pacific time. With the help of Tylor’s GPS we were right on schedule. We picked up the turf and were back on the road again stopping at Chester’s in Ontario, Oregon for dinner Saturday night because for some reason most all other restaurants were closed at 6 p.m. I see Chester’s has a 1.5 rating on Yelp. My cod seemed OK. Beau said his fries were good.
We made it one mile into Idaho at the Snake River View Eastbound I-84 rest area for a second sleep session on the trip. Nobody was looking for their pet cat that night which was comforting. It was much hotter Saturday night than it was in La Grande, Oregon the night before when we had a cool breeze.
We parked right next to I-84 at the Snake River View Eastbound I-84 rest area so it was quite noisy.
We were back in Grantsville about 1:30 p.m. Sunday. The trip is still somewhat of a blur in mind — like most things I try to remember nowadays.
I considered writing about the big, beautiful Columbia River, the largest river I’ve seen. It’s much bigger than these little Utah rivers. Perhaps I can write a river story sometime in the near future.