our unplanned raincation

This custom cutter business of ours is one low-budget operation!

What I mean is…we do things on a pretty low-scaled manner. There’s nothing big and/or impressive about our crew – except The Beast.

We do whatever it takes to get by so we can be on the road again next year. This “crew” that I speak of is just the two of us. Jim and me…me and Jim.

It takes us a whole lot longer to do anything. More so than most crews with hired men. It’s okay – it’s how we roll.

It was a week ago Jim told me we were done cutting wheat for 2019. Since then, he’s done quite a little servicing and maintenance on trucks, dug out growing wheat from the combine and header and cleaned. Well…I cleaned. I cleaned trucks, pickups and the trailer house. Needless to say, once we roll into home, home for the last time, we’ll be ALMOST ready to cut beans and corn. (In Nebraska, we pick corn.)

We finally left Jordan this afternoon about 3:30. We’re parked for the night at Belle Fourche, SD. And because we are the low-budgeting kind, we will be spending the night in the parking lot of the livestock sale barn…in the luxurious Hotel Pete.

Because I have time tonight (not much to do in a semi), I thought I would share the beauty of the mountains we saw on our raincation.

It was such a welcome break! We spent three nights out. First night in Thermopolis, WY. Second night in a cabin in Silver Gate, MT. The final night in a lovely cabin south of Anaconda, MT.

We left Jordan a little after noon on our first day (Monday). It had been drizzling most of the morning.
Traffic in Billings, MT.
The pickup hadn’t been washed all summer. Jim knew it was probably a silly thing to do (because of the forecast) but he paid to have it washed for the trip. It lasted a day.
Making our way to Thermopolis.
Entering Cody, WY.
Heading into Thermopolis.
Thermopolis, WY
Our home for the first night.
I loved this!
The next morning, we walked to the hot springs bath house. You’re only allowed to sit in the free bath house for 20 minutes. But that was plenty long enough. This is the Bighorn River.
This is outside pool at the free bath house.
And the inside pool.
Ohhhhh…it felt so good!
The only one of six hotels built in the early 1900’s left. It looked amazing. Unfortunately for us, it was full or I would have booked a room here.
Hot Spring’s State Park
Headed back north towards Cody, WY.
Those dark clouds were right over the area we were going towards.
Those clouds you see held snow. We just missed seeing it falling from the sky.
The clouds were crazy!
Home for the second night. It was so cute!
We went to Cooke City for supper.
We went to the Miner’s Saloon for a really tasty meal!
The moon was so bright as we were headed back to our cabin.
The next morning we headed for the road that went across the northern edge of Yellowstone Park.
FINALLY! After 50 some years…I saw a bear in the park!
We spent the third, and final, night in a cabin at the Sugar Loaf Lodge and Cabin Resort. This find was a Godsend. When we arrived, Monica (the owner) met me at the door with the key to an upgraded cabin and a grocery bag. The grocery bag held all we needed to fix an amazing steak supper. Everything she did for us was appreciated so much more than she will ever know! What a perfect way to end our raincation!
Jim looks pretty relaxed – considering there was NO TV or cell service.
If you ever get to the Anaconda, MT area and want a beautiful place to get away from it all, this is where it’s at!
Headed back to Jordan.
The Rimrocks on the north edge of Billings.
Downtown Billings.
I really dislike seeing mountains in the rear view mirror!!
The sun setting on our little getaway.

returning to “normal”

One week ago yesterday, we began the final journey home.

Our first trip – Pete/the “job” trailer and Frank/the header trailer – began two weeks ago today.

So, within the past two weeks, we’ve traveled nearly 3,000 miles getting equipment moved back home. The same road gets a bit weary and I often think about the over-the-road truckers and how monotonous their days must get.

Once the final turn is made and the trucks are shut off, the reality of what’s next sets in. And it doesn’t take long for the harvest mode mentality to disappear. In fact, it all feels like a dream now. A bit of a post-harvest “hangover” or depression sets in. I can’t explain why it happens or even why it does what it does but unless I get busy right away, it can feel pretty rough.

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harvest and plans = change

As most who know or have been part of a harvest…things have a tendency to change.

And, that’s just what happened on the very first day of our bonus acres here in Jordan. We were hired to cut approximately 300 acres. The farmer had his own machine and just needed a little help. Just enough to take the edge off what was ahead of them. It’s beginning to get late in the season and the help would give them a boost and it would help us. A win, win situation!

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The first day of our bonus acres. Jim and Denim making a “plan” before we got the day started.

 

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Looks like an awful lot of wheat. How do you eat an elephant? One bite at a time!

 

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Thanks for the picture, Robin!

 

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There she is! Robin in her machine just doing what needed to be done…until the fire.

And it all began just as planned – until the fire.

I’ve never witnessed a fire starting in a field…ever. Robin and I had been working on opposite ends of the field just to stay out of each other’s way. We’d sometimes make it to the truck about the same time and give each other a wave and a smile. The piece I was working on curved and turned and ended up right behind her. As she turned the corner, I THOUGHT I saw flames dancing in the field behind her. Were my eyes playing tricks on me?

My brain told me, “Surely not, or she would have stopped.”

But she didn’t stop. And the closer I got, sure as heck…we had a fire. And not only one, but two. It was late enough in the day the portable two-ways we were using were beginning to lose battery. I quickly grabbed mine and pushed the button, “Robin, if you can hear me, we’ve got fire. I’m right behind you and I see flames”.

What happened next seemed like it happened in slow motion. My first thought was, maybe it will burn itself out. It wasn’t. I could see the spots were growing fairly quickly. The next thought was, I could run over it with the combine – BAD THOUGHT. I didn’t do that. I wasn’t going to risk our livelihood. And then I thought…the fire extinguisher! I didn’t even know if I could figure out how to make it work but I shut the machine down, opened the door, flew down the steps and yanked it off the ladder. I sat it on the ground, pulled the pin and sprayed water on the flames.

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One of two burn areas.

After I got the first one saturated with water, I ran (and I don’t run) to the second spot. Robin was using what little water she had left in her gallon jug on the flames and then started throwing dirt (hoping to choke the flames). I had just enough water left in the extinguisher to help put out what flames were still struggling to eat away at the straw. She says she was panicked. I didn’t see that in her demeanor or her face. As a matter of fact, I thought she seemed very, very calm. I was the one running around like crazy thinking the whole field was going up in smoke.

We had the fires out as Jim pulled up to the scene in the pickup. We all went to the combine to see if we could find what it was that was throwing fire balls. We found the problem right away as it was still smoldering. A bearing went out and was causing the collected chaff and dust to ignite.  As the belt was spinning, it was shooting fireballs to the ground.

Jim went after more water to put on the combine and I got back in the Beast and started cutting again. There wasn’t anything more I could do. Whew! That was enough excitement for me for a while!

The green machine would sit still the rest of the day and most of the next. When Denim returned the next day with the new part, he realized there was more wrong with the machine than he realized – way more wrong. To the point of not being usable unless he wanted to put lots of dollars into it. At the end of the second day of his harvest, he had a decision to make – either rent another machine or have us cut the entire crop.

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Robin’s “wounded” machine.

I knew the next day would be our last if he chose to rent a machine. And I was okay with whatever he decided to do. But, I was secretly hoping we could cut the rest. I just wasn’t ready to walk away knowing there was wheat to cut. I know…it’s a sickness.

We were nearly finished with day three when we got the word to keep cutting.

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Replacing the fire extinguisher the next morning.

 

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Replacing the pin – hoping I never have to remove it again.

 

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Morning service routine.

 

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A little extra blowing this morning.

 

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Pictures just don’t do it justice. Love, love, love this country!

Most people want to cut mile-long strips that are as flat as flat can be. Not me. I enjoy the challenge of the fields here! It makes for a more interesting day. The turns and curves and always sitting on the edge of the seat hoping to see a rock before it’s too late. Weird, right? The countryside is so very beautiful! How could you NOT enjoy cutting wheat up here?

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This young bull was not happy that I had to make him move out of the road. He moved very slowly and then stood in the ditch and “bellered” at me as I drove past him.

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Sunday evening. Haven’t been back since.

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I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it! I was told it is a 1949 Studebaker grain truck. There’s just something about it that tugs at my heart.

The weather forecast showed 100% chance of rain on Monday (August 27). Yeah, right. 100% chance of rain for Jordan, Montana? We’ll believe it when we see it.

We saw it. It began raining early in the morning and continued all the rest of the day. In one of my earlier posts on the All Aboard Harvest blog, I mentioned how the residents of this lovely country catch rain in tubs and barrels to use for watering flowers and plants. You should have seen me catching rain from the roof of the Cottage. I was harvesting my own rain water! I ended up filling buckets and gallon jugs for future needs. Probably even more than I will need before heading home with my mobile flower garden.

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My traveling garden.

We had one inch that day. A wonderful drink for a very thirsty land.

So, we’ve had a few days to catch up on what needed to be caught up on. Some necessary visiting took place – which required several pots of coffee. A trip to Miles City to get everything needed to change oil in everything just prior to making the long trip home (and a good meal). And more visiting with friends camped in Circle.

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Rain day = coffee with Tom.

This catches you up to today. The sun is shining more brightly than it has in several weeks. The rain must have cleaned the sky of all the smoke that has been a temporary/permanent part of our days. The sunsets haven’t even been as pretty as they could be because of the smoke from the wildfires. The sky is blue and there is some good heat. We’re going to head out to the field after lunch and see where we’re at. We have about 4-5 days ahead of us before we begin the clean-up and move home, home.

According to the weather forecast, this is the last day of 80’s for the next two weeks. The days are getting shorter, the “fireplace” is being used more than the air conditioner and the end is nearing – of summer and the 2018 wheat harvest. Personally, I dislike fall because it means winter is just around the corner. I am one who will be waiting with great anticipation of spring!

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If Jim has his sweatshirt on AND the hood up, you know it’s pretty chilly!

small-town america

Tecumseh NebraskaTecumseh, Nebraska store fronts around the town square. 

So, it seems I’ve been to more small towns in Nebraska the last several days than usual. From one end of the state to the other. East to west and back east again. I’ve seen thriving communities and some that are basically dying – if not dead.

And hidden gems.

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more than one way to skin a cat

Oh my goodness! Why oh why do I put something off until it becomes a chore? I have no idea why it’s been so difficult for me to sit down and write. Maybe it’s some sort of writer’s block? I went through my pictures yesterday and decided today was the day to make it happen. Have you ever put something off so long you just wished it would go away – only it doesn’t? Today I have decided there was more than one way to skin a cat. What in the world am I talking about? I hope you know I would never really try to skin a cat. I know a couple of people (who are world-famous trappers) who DO KNOW what it’s like to skin a cat. Okay…now, I’m getting off subject.

Another reason I’ve sort of backed away from writing (I think) is the overwhelming amount of information that comes through social media about how I SHOULD be writing a blog. And how it’s SUPPOSED to be done. And how I’m doing it all WRONG. I admit, I began reading some of the information, hoping to learn more, only to end up even more overwhelmed. After feeling like a complete loser, I decided I was doing it just as it was INTENDED it when started. I wasn’t out to win the #1 spot on the Google search engine. I’m not making bazillions of dollars – not even one – so I shouldn’t feel the need to compete in any way with anyone. I don’t need to have a post go viral (although it would be fun to think I wrote well enough others liked it that much). I just want to write. To share my story and my journey through this crazy thing called life. If it helps someone somewhere along the way, perfect! No more worries about doing it wrong!

So, the last update I wrote about (a harvester’s widow), I was spending my days doing whatever I could while getting used to being home…by myself. How long ago was that? I just looked – it was October 28. A lot of things have occurred since that day. And because of recent events that have made me more aware of how important pictures and memories are, I have decided I have just got to do this. Staring at the closed computer every day wasn’t going to make anything just go away.

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a harvester’s widow

I have become a harvester’s widow.

Jim’s been the sole fall harvester since we started this business. That means he’s been the only one in the soybean and corn crops for the past 30 years. And this year is no different. There was some talk that I may be needed to run grain cart because they are one man short. If you remember, the day Ben was born, we also lost our fall customer and dear friend, Russell. Apparently, his son-in-laws have it under control better than they expected before the harvest actually got started because I’ve not been asked. Russell would be very proud of them! However, I was sort of hoping I would finally be involved but with this cold snap…maybe not so much.

So, while Jim has been doing the fall harvest, I’ve been the one left at home doing what needs to be done here. Until the past two years, a lot of my time has been involved with the girls’ schedules. Not so much anymore. So, the days tend to get long. I have been able to unload and clean the inside and outside of the trailer house with very little interruption. I have all but one small flower garden to clean out before the snow flies and I still have the house to thoroughly clean of cobwebs. Jim usually leaves the house about 7:30 am and most nights doesn’t get home until 9:30. Long days – much like the wheat harvest.

I’ve had a couple of fun outings with Eli and Nora. It’s probably a good thing they don’t live any closer than they do. We may not get anything done…ever!

Our first outing was a spur of the moment occurrence. It was one of those beautiful Fall days where it didn’t even feel like Fall. It was one of those “let’s make her think it’s going to be summer forever” type of days.

Whenever we go anywhere, we have to have Jamie put the car seats in the van. I almost hate to suggest going anywhere simply because I know just how much work it is to transfer those seats from one vehicle to the other. It’s not like it was when my girls were little. Holy cow! So simple back then (and they survived)!!! Improvements usually mean more work. Anyways, I headed over to the H’s house and had Jamie install these pieces of engineering genius in the van. Jamie had their bag filled with snacks, jackets and anything and everything we could possibly need. I’ll have to give that girl credit…she’s prepared!

Once loaded, I decided we needed to head towards the walking bridge (that used to be a railroad bridge) that goes over the Platte River. You can walk from one shore of the river to the next. I will have to confess, though, I worried about just letting the kids head out on their own at first. But, once I surveyed the amount of space between the fence and the cement bridge, there was no way a body could just fall through it and land in the river. So, they were OFF!

It was about here where I was making sure a little body couldn’t just slip through any sort of opening. Even though I knew they couldn’t, I couldn’t convince the uneasy feelings I had of that while watching them stand there. 

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it was the best surprise!

It was just a week ago yesterday they surprised us.

Taylor and Callie were coming to visit over the Labor Day weekend. We knew that. And I had suggested bringing Eli with them but I was told there were reasons why it just wasn’t going to work.

As it turned out, the proso millet wasn’t quite ready to be harvested. It needed a few more days so we were told we wouldn’t be working over the weekend. It would have to wait until Monday. I told Taylor and Callie this and they were a little bummed. I think they were both hoping to experience the combine, the truck and being in the field again. Something they took for granted when they tagged along with us every summer. This was the second summer they had been away from the routine. I wasn’t worried about finding something to do. I thought, if nothing else, maybe just us girls could make a trip into the mountains. I knew it would be hard to get Jim back into the hills after we’d just toured the Montana mountains.

The plan (or so I thought) was for the two of them to leave after Taylor got off work on Friday afternoon. They would be here either late that night or spend the night in a hotel. I encouraged the latter. I know how hard it is to get through those last couple hundred miles before you get here. And even worse when it gets so late. It was about 11:00 on Friday morning when Taylor called. She said she had gotten to take off work earlier than expected and they were just about ready to leave home. I told her to let us know how the trip was going and to be careful. “Oh, and when you get to Limon, would you stop at the grocery store (if it’s open) and pick up some peaches. They are REALLY good this summer!” She said she would.

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next stop…colorado and millet harvest

If you’ve been following the All Aboard Wheat Harvest, you know we’ve been north of Chester, Montana working for a farmer. We left the Beast, Frank and the Pete in Chadron for a bit of an adventure somewhere in the middle of Montana.

Just a month ago, I stayed with Eli and Nora while Jamie, Curt and Ben were in the hospital. But, as soon as they got home late Wednesday night, it was time to go back to work mode. There was wheat to cut in Montana!! We had hired on with Mattson Farms to help them get their harvest done. We left for Montana the very next day.

The first time Jim held Ben – just before we had to tell him goodbye.

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and baby makes three

If you’ve been following along with the All Aboard Wheat Harvest harvest blog updates, you’ll know that we’re home. Something that is unheard of for this time of year. The last time I was home in July was in 1989…Jamie was 4 and Jenna just a little more than a year. The weirdest part of the whole deal was thinking about how much work it took to get ready to go and then only being away for like 42 days. But, God had a different plan for us.

In November, when Jamie announced to us she was expecting, I immediately counted the months and was so disappointed when I realized that baby #3 was going to be born while we were somewhere in the middle of a wheat field. We SHOULD be in Colorado at that time. Maybe I can get a few days away and come home to help. Little did I know, God’s plan had us coming home at just the right time! We cut as many acres as we could and with the last few days of being away the anxiety started to set in. I was concerned about making it home on time. Baby was due July 17…we didn’t leave Chadron until July 19th. But God had every single, little detail perfectly orchestrated to allow us to be home at the exact moment.

Back to the land of corn and soybeans.

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time

Time…something that seems to run our lives and there’s NEVER enough of it!

I always think I’m going to take the time to write an update on my personal blog and it just doesn’t get done. It seems that I have sort of pushed my own blog aside to write for www.allaboardharvest.com. But that’s okay. I’m sure you remember me telling you that if you don’t see something on here for long periods of time, you should check that site.  So…go check it out! I’ve written several times on there already. You might even enjoy reading some of the other harvest updates from the other correspondents.

Just so you know, we did make it to our destination. It will be two weeks on Monday that we arrived. It was a bit slow around here for the next four days or so. And then…all heck broke loose. We started cutting wheat on Saturday (a week ago). Today (6/16) was our seventh consecutive day of cutting wheat. I think we may have broken some all-time record for the most acres cut in one week! 🙂 The temps have been near 100 degrees or more and we can expect one more day of the heat. On Father’s Day (just for Jim) it’s supposed to reach a high of only 85 degrees.

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