Out on the legs
The shop sits on Depot Rd in Lynden, where the county's roads cross — Guide south to the city, Badger east to the valley, I-5 north to the border, and the long lake leg the name obliges. Every stop rides identical terms.
Each stop keeps its own page — local machine habits, local particulars, same clear-water terms.
The three machines that fill the log keep a page per town: local patterns, local answers, one written figure.
Almost certainly — the named stops are anchors, not fences, and the roads between them carry the van daily. Sixty seconds on the phone confirms it, and confirmed means the same terms as everywhere.
They wait for a scheduled leg unless it's an emergency — and refrigeration emergencies ignore geography entirely. Nobody pays for distance on this log, ever.
Case by case, honestly answered on the phone — sometimes yes with a day's notice, sometimes a referral serves you faster. Either way you get a straight answer, not a runaround.
One call confirms the leg, the window and the terms — none of which change with the mileage.
The phone gets answered across the working day; after hours, the form holds your place. Both roads end the same way — a window you can build the day around.
Mon–Fri 7:30–6 · Sat 8–2 · a thawing freezer takes the day's first slot