The flag I immediately hung outside my front door. You can tell it was there quite a long time – ragged and bleached.
The day began like any other and ended with confusion, fear and…a sense of being united.
9/11/01 will forever be a memory in my brain. A day in which the events will never be questioned by what I was doing and where I was at.
While sitting at an intersection waiting for a vehicle, I HAD to try to record the sun as it was coming up over the east horizon. Unfortunately, this doesn’t do justice for the beauty of the moment – especially through a dirty bus window.
The weekend started for me on Friday morning. Jim was caught up with dry corn and had been spending some much-needed time on combine and corn head maintenance. On Friday morning, he asked me if I wanted to ride along to Cornlea (Nebraska) to get parts for the corn head. Jenna thought that was quite funny…going to Cornlea for the corn head – appropriate. Cornlea was about 2 ½ hours from home. I thought…what the heck?! Before we could go, though, I had to sub for a driver on the morning bus route.
She wasn’t “home” when we left the driveway. “Home” was in Texas with another family. I sold the trailer house that had been home to us during the summer months last fall. What we left “home, home” with in May was an RV full of our belongings.
Zeorian Harvesting & Trucking 2012 (missing Curt & Jamie – DANG!)
The very first thing I need to do is tell my Dad Happy Birthday! I love you and hope you did something special for yourself today. I remember one birthday, in particular, we celebrated in Great Falls. I believe that was in 1983. I remember we sat there for what seemed like forever before we finally got just a few more acres to cut before having to head home. I know Pohney used to make you a special German chocolate cake and I can remember Tom “Thumb” always making a point to tell me to tell you Happy Birthday. Good memories!
Gathering the equipment to begin the chore of cleaning and getting ready to move…again.
We had a fun day yesterday after we picked Jenna up. Taylor had an ulterior motive for Jenna’s visit – take senior pictures. I had been the prop scout while driving around this community the past two weeks. We certainly had a hot day trying to get that plan accomplished.
The girls goofing around after being reunited again.
Historical sign found outside of the town of Jordan.
First things, first. Did you figure out what all those little rocks were in my previous post?
It showered in J Town early Monday night.
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.
As I was driving to the grocery store this afternoon, I thought I should fill you in on the town of Jordan. It hasn’t changed much since we arrived here for the first time in 1981. And, then I remembered that I had taken pictures of Jordan last year and had blogged about the town. So, I’m copying the one I wrote a year ago for you to be able to see the sights of Jordan. I can say, with confidence, not a lot has changed over the year…except that I’m a year older and so is everyone else. 🙂
There’s a storm brewing in the southwest section of Garfield County. Garfield County is a rather large county in Montana – 100 miles by 100 miles. So, it may take a while before it threatens Jordan…IF it threatens Jordan. It has been exceptionally hot and HUMID here. Feels like good storm brewing weather but lacking wind. The rain will be welcomed but sure hope there’s no hail in that cloud!
We made it to Jordan! The heat is on!!! It was 104 on Tuesday and 102 yesterday. The forecast is more of the same for the next several days.
I figured with the heat, we’d get right back in the field but that’s not what happened. Jim’s anticipating today will be the day. After so much time of being away from the wheat field, trucks and combine, it will be hard to get back into the swing of things. The routine was broken before July 4th.
The trip from Lusk to Jordan was uneventful. It was horribly warm but we were fortunate not to have any truck engine or tire issues. Taylor thought the dually was running a little on the hot side and volunteered to drive without the air conditioning. I’m not sure, but I think she may have broke down and turned it on just outside of Belle Fourche, SD.