I was living in Winnipeg and my mom who was living in Bryan, Texas said, if I ever got bored of Canada, come on down. A week later and with a limited budget of approx $50, I set off. This was in 1984 I should point out. Friends were kind enough to drive me down to Grand Forks, N.D. to get me across the border easier, but from there I was on my own.
We left Winnipeg at 7 a.m. on a Friday and upon arriving in Grand Forks I went to a truck stop on the main interstate, and first attempted to get a ride by standing on the highway with my thumb out. After a few hours of failure, I went inside the truck stop diner. A waitress there, gave me the idea of posting that I was looking for a ride above where the truckers paid for their fuel, so I did. This was at about 3p.m. on Friday. Time ticked by and soon it was dark out. 18 hours had gone by and so far I had traveled maybe 250kms. The waitresses took pity on me and bought me supper and even roped off a relatively unused section of the dining room and provided me with a blanket and pillow to catch a snooze with.
At around 5 a.m. Saturday morning, a trucker woke me up and asked if I wanted a ride to Kansas City. It wasn’t Texas but I was just happy to be moving again. Late that evening we were pulling into Kansas and as we passed through a weigh scale, we came upon a trucker from the same company. After talking with him for a while, I learned he was heading to Lake Jackson Texas. I was quick to grab my gear and head out. So after a slow start out of Winnipeg, leaving at 7 a.m. on Friday, I managed to roll into Bryan, Texas at approx 3 p.m. on Sunday. Not bad for a 2000 kms trip