Meg Bernhard

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Highway Star

Highway Star

“On the truck, boom, I have energy, I know what I’m doing”

Trucking saved her, she said, but she still got lonely. Solitude became its own source of claustrophobia. “I have blue days,” Jess said. “If I slammed my truck into a mountain, would anyone notice? Does anyone know I’m out here?”