Ed Vinson

You know those days you have when you know you’re being tested?
Well…this has been one for my own personal record book.
At about the halfway point in our journey came the mountain.
Not the figurative, metaphorical mountain, however, I suppose for the purpose of this entry it serves well as both the real thing and the hypothetical one.
Eagle mountain is south of Nashville and north of Chattanooga and it is about 4 1/2 miles up a very steep grade and then of course a steep decline.
I didn’t sleep well last night having thoughts of possibly needing to use the runaway truck ramps…or worse. But as is often our fears turns out to be nothing.
The toughest part turned out to be the climb. That poor old white truck worked so hard climbing that it got really hot.
After getting down off the mountain it acted like it was dying.
The heat gauge was reading normal, but it was sputtering like it was running out of gas. I struggled (and I mean I was sweating bullets) to get it out of hectic traffic and the second time we wound up in a Target parking lot.
All kinds of thoughts going through my mind…like how in the world would I get my cargo transferred if I had to rent another truck because I have this huge printer in the truck that takes 4 people to lift…not to mention it is on the bottom of the pile with a crate custom built around it.
So, we made it as far as Forsyth, Ga at a Days Inn where we are watching the weather channel warning of strong tornadoes passing where we just passed moments ago.
Thank you for the prayers, well wishes and sentiments! You have been very uplifting!