The loading and the snooping

We got up Saturday as early as we could, grabbed breakfast, and. Went back in to Seattle to pick up the U-haul Truck. We stopped by the apartment, loaded the torture device AKA "the bed" in to the back of the u-haul truck, we would take it to the dump as goodwill would not take the mattress for fear of bed bugs (not that I would have donated a device of torture). I turned in the keys and notified the apartment manager that we were "out of there".

And now the apartment! empty for the first time in 10 years.

 We headed back to storage and backed the truck up to the door. Dave was already there, and surprise, surprise, he brought his brother. So began the long process of loading the boxes. Thankfully Dave was there, although he stayed up in the truck most of the time, he used to work for a produce shipping company, so he knew how to pack a truck.
While Talking to Dave we asked why he was so eager to help. He told us how my dad had a customer that had "lots of money" This customer needed help building a train layout... a VERY large train layout, a "million" dollar layout. We are talking a 2 or 3 thousand square foot layout. So for the past several years Dave has been working on this layout full time. He does other work but most of his time is working on this layout. Because if this Dave has lots of money. Dave therefore is very grateful to my Dad.

Most of the rest of this day was just putting boxes from storage in to the truck. Some of Dave's handy work.

We took a break for lunch and went back to loading boxes. About halfway through the day My back had, had it. I took some Ibuprofen but it did not help. I was mostly useless until it came time to clean the storage unit. It had to be totally clean or they would charge us an hourly fee to clean it.

That is Dave's brother.

This is the truck fully loaded

 He did such a good job that when we got back to Phoenix, not much had shifted.

Throughout the day there were many stories back and forth about my Dad. I forgot to mention that Dave's brother owns 1 (possibly 2) Crown fire trucks (similar to my dad's).

Now with the truck loaded, we said our goodbyes. We gave Dave and his brother a couple of items from my dad's stuff that they really liked. Dave got a $600 MTH working coal Tipple, and his brother got a couple of sets of adapters for fire hose (worth a couple hundred). It was the least my dad could do since they helped us move. Nephew and I made one last trip to the dump. The total amount of junk we took to the dump was about 2800 pounds. The best part was watching that horrid excuse for a bed being smashed and crushed.

One last thing to do. We head back to Seattle to put the truck on the trailer, we also did this to make sure the load did not shift. There was a problem with getting the truck on the trailer. The tires my dad had bought were too large for the straps on the trailer and we had to buy 2 sets of heavy duty straps to make up for it. After my Safety officer (my nephew) went over everything and gave it the go ahead,

we went back to the motel 6 parked in the designated 10 parking spaces, had dinner, checked the road conditions and crashed.

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