A Photo-Journalistic Travel-Blog taking place in the
contiguous 48 United(sometimes)States, for now.
A truck driver, a writer, a parent, and occasionally a
poet, you may call me Chris....
Some call me Whitey.

In this tumblr, I want to show you and tell you about
things you may not see everyday, and about each other!
As I mosey along the country, I would like to meet and interview you, take some pic's and have some
fun!

If you would like to have me come by the bar, the park, the cafe`, or the restaurant, it's easiest to get
hold of me by emailing me at:

chrswhitenack@gmail.com


So, let's see how this tumblr evolves....
And where it takes us!

 

Sorry, I haven’t been around in a while, dealing with a lack of vision in my left eye that has actually forced me off the road and out of trucking for the time being, if not permanently.
The upside:
I am home with family in Washington again!!!

More will come, and I am going to do a couple ‘Best Of’s’ over at Whiteysplace to keep up interest.
I am certain I will travel again, just not sure of the mode just now.

Until then, The Love,

Chris

This subway engine was parked on a low-boy next to me.
Its brand spankin’ new!

This subway engine was parked on a low-boy next to me.
Its brand spankin’ new!

Filed under Cool Stuff I See At Truck Stops.
I have no idea what it is other than farm equipment.

Filed under Cool Stuff I See At Truck Stops.
I have no idea what it is other than farm equipment.

The Wisconsin Farmer Dude, Portage, WI.

The Wisconsin Farmer Dude, Portage, WI.

Off to Vineland, New Jersey, after I drop and pick in Chicagoland today.
I *need* this in my life!

Off to Vineland, New Jersey, after I drop and pick in Chicagoland today.
I *need* this in my life!

Weird peccadilloes, time off edition.
Whenever I stay in a hotel room, I need to straighten up and make my(their) bed, and open the door for fresh air.
I blame *you*, Mom.
You did this to me.

Weird peccadilloes, time off edition.

Whenever I stay in a hotel room, I need to straighten up and make my(their) bed, and open the door for fresh air.

I blame *you*, Mom.
You did this to me.