From Fort Worth to Las Vegas we encountered high winds and dust storms on our way back home. We finished loading late Friday nite and I was to start driving Saturday morning to Las Vegas. It was so windy I had both hands on the wheel with a tight grip when about 200 miles into our trip I saw the top of the trailer flopping in the wind and holding on by inches to the passenger side. I yelled ” Wayne” about 3 times as he was resting in the back and spotted a sign that said rest area 1 mile. I decided that I could make it there. Wayne was speechless as he saw what I was yelling about. The roof had ripped off the trailer over the Texas panhandle probably in many small pieces but the a large piece was still hanging on. I heard one trucker over the CB describe it as a large sailboat going down the freeway.
As funny as that sounded we were in a serious situation. The cargo was fine and we were able to pull off the remaining large piece about 12 feet long. The front 1/3 of the trailer was still intacted but around the middle the fiberglass ceiling had ripped off the trailer. Wayne secured what he could and we headed for Las Vegas before any rain could hit. We arrived about 2:30 am Sunday morning and unloaded later so all the freight was undamaged.
Wayne will take the trailer to Fontana, California for a new roof. We will be on vacation until our trailer is ready again. If it takes too long we will probably rent another trailer for a short period. This is one adventure I hope never happens again and will be a story to tell for a lifetime.