Wednesday I got a load assignment, pick up 12 reusable shipping fixtures, 8 jet engine inlet cowling shipping tools (14 feet wide) and 4 jet engine thrust reverser shipping tools (12 feet wide), at the Boeing assembly plant in Everett, Washington, and deliver them to Spirit Aerosystems in Wichita, Kansas, where the parts are manufactured. Wide loads are good because they pay extra, and at 14 feet the load is usually a cinch to move, being just under the maximum width allowed on the interstate with minimal limitations. Pretty much load and go.
Except when there is construction or other issues that require leaving the interstate to keep rolling.
Like this trip.
A landslide on Lookout Pass in Montana, at milepost 7 on I-90, closed one direction of the interstate. Traffic was routed to one lane each direction on the opposite side, with a 10 foot width restriction.
My load was 14 feet wide.
So I had escorts take me North up US-95 from Coeur d'Alene to SR-200, then East around Pend Oreille Lake into Montana, then South on SR-135 to St. Regis, Montana at milepost 33 on I-90. I said goodbye to the escorts and continued East on I-90. (no escorts required on the interstate under 15 feet in width)
About milepost 72 just before Alberton, Montana, I see an orange sign that says, "ALL LOADS EXCEEDING 12 FEET IN WIDTH MUST TAKE NEXT EXIT".
What?
The sign is directing trucks with loads over 10 feet wide to pull off at a roadside picnic area to stage and wait. The plan is that every day at 8 AM Monday through Thursday all loads exceeding 10 feet wide will be escorted around the construction area.
There is one small problem.
It is Thursday afternoon, about 1 PM.
There is no way I am sitting at a picnic area without a place to eat, a proper bathroom or a shower until Monday morning at 8 AM.
Besides, I am supposed to be in Wichita Monday.
The permit guy had told me about the restriction on Lookout, so I expected that since he made no mention of any others I was good to go.
Guess he missed the one at Alberton.
Seems the Montana highway department is replacing a bridge deck, and traffic is reduced to one lane each way, and nothing over 10 feet wide will fit through. The width restriction is from milepost 77 to 85.
Nice.
So I call another escort service (from Missoula) and ask them to meet me at St. Regis. You know, mile post 33, about 40 miles West of where I had to exit.
I get back to St. Regis, well ahead of the pilot car, so I get some lunch. I'm just finishing lunch when the escort shows up. Good timing.
Off we go, North on SR-135 to SR-200, then East on SR-200 to US-93 which we follow South to Missoula and I-90 at milepost 96, well past the 10 foot width restriction for construction.
The following pictures are from the day's ups and downs. The first is when the escorts met up with me at Post Falls.
The first 50 miles or so were fairly routine, US-95 is mostly 2 lanes each direction all the way to Sandpoint, and when it is only 1 lane the shoulder is plenty wide.
At Sandpoint we turned East on SR-200. Again, most of that part of the route is wide and easy to run.
Then we passed through Clark Fork, Idaho, the last part of the detour with room to spare.
Things got real tight for a bit. You can see the front escort standing beside his pickup with a stop sign. After I popped into view he jumped back into his pickup and went to the next bit of narrow twisty road to block traffic.
Some places I had to straddle the centerline.
Then we arrived in Paradise, Montana. I really didn't want to go any further, but I have a job to do and a load to deliver in Kansas on Monday.
There is some every beautiful scenery in the Rocky Mountains.
We arrived in St. Regis, and I continued on what I thought would be an uneventful rest of the day.
So after an 80 mile Yo-Yo it was back to SR-135, and then SR-200, a stretch of road I have never driven. At least I am getting paid by the mile.
See the car? My front escort had a stop sign and ran ahead of me, blocking traffic in the stretches where traffic would not be able to safely pass. This idiot went around the escort and the stop sign. He had to turn around and go back. There is no way I'm backing up 78 feet of truck and trailer, with a 14 foot wide load on it, around twisty roads with no shoulders and rock walls on the side.
Finally the shoulder gets a bit wider.
I told Mrs. Racer we should sell our place by the river in Washington and move here.
Well I made it to Wyoming Friday morning, and today (Saturday) I am in Colby, Kansas, putting this post together. I hope you have enjoyed the pictures and reading the story of my adventures and detours.