It’s fun going back and re-reading posts over the year and remembering that particular day as though it were yesterday. This is one of those days. However, for it being the third most read post of the year, I wonder if it was the headline that caught everyone’s attention. It certainly isn’t one of the better ones – no pictures and very short. Maybe I should learn from this
The flags can attest to the strong winds as we entered. As it was, this was calm compared to what we endured later in the day.
The plan on Friday was for Jim and The Yellow Beast to get back to picking corn AFTER the trip to Husker Harvest Days on Wednesday. That plan was spoiled by the hot temps that made their way back into the region. It was 96 degrees on Tuesday. I tried to justify to him why it would be ok for his taking Wednesday off to make the trip to Grand Island. “It’s still so early in the fall”. “What? Is it going to start raining now?” “It’s not like the weather’s going to drastically change”. However, because of his strong work ethic all my attempts were met with a strong NO! I wanted to go. Mark, Candi and Jenna were still planning on the trip, so I decided what the heck?! (One more day to pretend like I have nothing better to do.)
I am so tired today! I really think I could sleep just about anywhere-maybe even standing up (I know someone who did that in the shower). We put in a huge day yesterday. Jim told me last night on the way back to the cottage he cut 120 acres. Doesn’t sound like much if you have more than one combine. With Ed’s combine cutting the same acres, 240 sounds better. Considering it’s 70+ bushel wheat (weighing 60 lbs and 11% protein) and only two tandem trucks to haul it away, I think we did good! Poor Frank didn’t get much of a break all day. And neither did I.
We had a day off on Friday but we got right back to work on Saturday. Back to the early mornings and late nights due to the 80 mile round trip drive to the field. We had a bit of bad luck last night as we were driving home. Jim hit a fairly large buck – but as luck had it – the service pickup suffered minimal damage. I really think our vehicles are deer magnets!
We were able to get packed up and on the road heading west in fairly decent time (for us). I believe we were pulling through the metropolis of Jordan at 9:30 a.m. (Mountain Time). We arrived in Lewistown right at noon.
Jim and I headed to the field to get the combine moved back to Charlie’s. We didn’t realize the threatening cloud bank was there until we began heading east out of town. Jim kept looking back over his shoulder until it finally got the best of him. “It’s against my better judgment to go any farther”, he said. We turned around and headed back to town. There was NO WAY either one of us wanted to be on those “cow paths” should it begin to rain…especially since our service truck is the only two wheel drive pickup left in this part of the world.
I thought we were done yesterday because the red combines were sitting in the yard and our strip was finished. So, I was surprised late in the afternoon when I got back from the elevator and saw the combine headed to another mile long strip. I asked Jim what was going on and he said, “They’re being good to us”. Thanks, guys, we certainly appreciate it! The best part of this job is working for some of the best people in the world! I truly am going to miss them.
It’s 9:00 a.m. and it’s already 90 degrees. If there’s any green wheat left out there in this area, it’ll be gone after today. Predicted high is 104 and the humidity is 14%. No wonder my eyes and nose begin to burn after stepping outside. I’m guessing the pool will be the likely place to find the girls – or lounging in the cool cottage. According to the Weather Channel, this is not the only place in the country it’s hot. So many areas are in desperate need of rain. The crops are going to suffer – which, in turn, means we suffer.
Before we began our day yesterday, we had 100 acres left to cut. Unfortunately, we weren’t able to get the last 30 due to extreme high moisture and green straw. In some parts of the field, it was like mowing grass.