Missing the Warmth of Home
I spent many a night in my sleeper, but the nights I spent in Williston and Minot North Dakota had to be some of the coldest. It was hard to keep up with the weather forecast when you rolled as hard as we did there, often getting caught in snow storms or iced-over roads. We would haul sand from one place to another, filling up sand silos or sand chiefs on locations, and then shut down for our breaks wherever we could.
Sometimes those breaks came while we were still on a location in the middle of a farm field with nothing around but some silver grain silos or an old abandoned farm house. I remember spending many nights in my sleeper, with all of my clothes on, several pairs of socks, my coat, my work coveralls, and every blanket I had with me on my truck. That poor truck did its best to put out as much heat as possible, but the wind chill up north was unbelievable. Sometimes it was several degrees below zero.
You didn’t dare turn on your electronics for fear of using too much battery and not having enough for the heater to run properly. So, you simply snuggled up in all your apparel beneath all the blankets and listened to the only noise that broke the silence of those dark, crisp, and star-filled nights—your truck. My truck gently rocked me to sleep many times during those long cold nights.