As the sun set over the rolling hills of Eastern Oregon, I climbed into my 18 Wheeler and set off on another long haul. The night air was crisp and cool, and I eagerly looked forward to the road ahead. As I headed out, I marveled at the full moon casting its soft glow across the barren landscape. It was a sight that I never tire of and one of the many reasons I love my job as a long-haul trucker.
As I drove, I was surprised to see the Northern Lights dancing in the sky to the north. It was a rare sight this far south, and I knew I had to take advantage of the opportunity. So, with no other cars on the road, I boldly decided to turn off my headlights and fully immerse myself in the brilliant spectacle.
I continued down the lonely stretch of highway, enjoying the silence and peacefulness of the night. The beauty of the Northern Lights was mesmerizing, and I felt fortunate to see them in all their glory without any distractions.
Despite the darkness, I felt completely safe on the open road. I had driven this route many times before and knew it like the back of my hand. As I took in the glorious display above, the truck hummed along, its engine solid and steady.
As I drove on, I was struck by the sheer magnitude of the landscape around me. The towering mountains in the distance, the vast expanse of the desert plains, and the sweeping grass fields stretched before me. It was a reminder of the great diversity of this country and the beauty that can be found in every corner of it.
With every mile that passed, I felt more and more connected to the wildness and freedom of the open road. It was a profound moment of solitude and peace, reaffirming why I love being a truck driver.
Eventually, I switched my headlights back on, knowing it was time to return to the real world. But I didn't move on from that night with regret. Instead, I was filled with an intense sense of gratitude for the incredible experience that I just had. Moments like these make me feel alive and remind me why I chose this life on the road.