I'm in Virgina, at a truck stop across the road from Kings Dominion? Supposed to be a theme park of some sort. All I know is that yesterday's drive down from Allentown, PA, took six and a half hours when it shouldn't have taken much more than four. Too many people for not enough road.

Well, it's my own fault, really. I could've driven down the night before, but I'd had enough of night driving and wasn't in the mood for any more. Besides, I ran into something in Allentown.

The reefer on the trailer I picked up at the cold storage facility in Hatfield wasn't in good repair, so I had to take it somewhere to get it fixed and that somewhere was in Allentown, completely in the wrong direction. Of course, it was night. Lately, my life has been occurring on a too regular basis at night, so I couldn't complain.

Only, when I got to Allentown and parked to wait for the repair guy (Don't call me sexist because some other company doesn't hire women to repair reefers.) something was in the darkness at the edge of reality. Gave me the willies. Oof! Tingles down the back. Whatever it was, it was scary.

But, it wasn't really. It's just how they come up to you in the night. It'd be nice if they could make a noise, or something to get your notice other than staring at you out of the darkness with those eyes. It's always the eyes that get you.

I got in my truck, shut the door, and locked it, not that that would've done anygood if it wanted to get in because doors deter them about as well as any other physical object.

And, then, when it got closer I could see it wasn't a bad one, just a mischievous one that likes to imitate their more intimidating relatives. It wasn't a prankster, just a lonely spirit stuck in lonely corner of Pennsylvania. There's lots of activity there during the day, but at night it doesn't have lots of company. So, it came looking for a little companionship not realizing I could see it. I think I scared it almost as much as it scared me. They're not used to running into those who can sense them.

Today, I'll drive down a few miles to another truck stop and, hopefully, get a shower. Yesterday was bath day, but traffic wasn't cooperative. After that, I'll head down to my delivery location. It's just on the other side of Richmond. Tomorrow after delivery, I'm off to the Shenandoah Valley to pick up a load headed for California. And, then, it's only six days to home time. It'll be nice spending the week driving across the country, unless the weather tries to be uncooperative, which it can and often does.