September 7-Wow 100 posts!

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View of the day-Hmm, a short corner, the approach just wasn't wide enough.

No sign of combining today after last nights rain and the cool, cloudy day. Al took the General into town to get the clutch set up while Marilyn cleaned off the combine and pressure washed the engine compartment. Once we found out we wouldn't be combining today, we decided to take the tractor, grain cart and straight header up to Esterhazy.

We got everything loaded and then made our way the 90 miles north to Esterhazy. Once we got there Marilyn scouted out the field where we were going to park the rigs and it looked like the approach would be wide enough to accommodate the long load. Unfortunately, the road leading to the approach was a bit on the narrow side. As Al turned in the approach the back axles of the truck went down on one side and the cart trailer tires went in on the other side and the trailer ended up high centered right on the approach. No backing up, no moving forward, fortunately the farmer showed up to laugh...er, help us out. After getting his tractor and hooking up the tow strap, one tug and he had the rig pulled up onto flat land.

We unloaded the tractor, got the Freight parked close to a plug in (it doesn't like the cold) and then proceeded to raid the garden. We were instructed by the farmer that it was supposed to freeze tonight so we were to rescue any veggies that we wanted. With a bag of tomatoes, a bag of cucs, some carrots and beets in the box of the truck we headed home.

We talked Al's step dad into meeting us on the way with our mail that he had been collecting for us all summer. After meeting with him and getting caught up on some of the Grayson gossip, we started back to Carlyle. We stopped at the truck stop in Whitewood for supper and then stopped again at Moose Mountain Auctions to check out what would be on sale at tomorrow's auction. Marilyn had already booked off the day to go to the sale with her sister Marg and she wanted to see what bargains were to be had.

Most of the trip home was spent with Marilyn opening the mail and Al asking "what's that one" and "I paid that already". Of course with the mail dating back to mid-May, there was bound to be some "old news" in the batch of letters. We found the odd cheque too, which could go to purchase the leather recliner sofa Marilyn spotted at the sale barn.

We're still refusing to turn the furnace on in the camper even though it is supposed to get mighty chilly tonight. It's a matter of denial...summer is not over, we only need the small heater...just to take the chill off.

Marilyn got an extra blanket from the house...