Karen and I had a mandatory meeting last night in Idaho Falls. We dropped off her bus in Rexburg for some service work and slid in to my little Chevy bus that was waiting to come back up here. We picked up some more drivers on the way down and made it just in time for some decent driver meeting food.
I have to say, having been in this business for going on twenty years, I have never attended a meeting that started off with a guy eating fire, but this one did. Then he had a driver familiar with animal traps set one for him and he jammed his hand into it. I don’t know who this guy is or why we started off a meeting about discrimination with his act, but it was different.
The luxury of being a passenger allowed me to grab this moon rise on the way back:
