View of the day-A field of pushed canola outside Cherokee has to wait for a while as the rain starts rolling in.
We got up early so we could finally get some laundry done. After rounding up some quarters we got the washers running, and killed some time before loading up the dryers. We went to Miss Dotties for breakfast and while we were there, one of the locals that we know well came in and said “as soon as I heard the forecast for rain, I knew you were in town”. Imagine that.
After doing a bit of catching up, we went back to get our laundry only to find out there was one washer we hadn’t even started…great…a head start on the next laundry run. We got the laundry back to the camper then stopped at the grocery store to stock up on some lunch before going out to the field.
We got the combine serviced, started right in combining and were going great guns for the better part of the afternoon. Al had a bit of a faux pas when he tried to open the tarp on the General and the wind took it and bent one of the guide pipes for the electric tarp roller. While he worked on getting it operational, Marilyn had to take a break to change a knife section that had broken and was leaving a strip in the field.
Marilyn was keeping an eye on the skies; they seemed to be getting darker and the clouds were building…not just in the area the weather band was warning about. Just as she got to the opposite end of the field, the rain started coming down…hard…and with a half a hopper on, third gear didn’t seem to be an option. First she had to get to th
e cart, which was in the middle of the field, dump the combine, then get out and tarp the cart, then book it across the field…all in the rain. She got back to the Dodge, put it in 4WD and tackled the greasy road to meet Al in town…too bad he didn’t have his radio on. By the time she got to Carmen, Al was on the way out with the General and the streets were dry…they got nothing in town. Al turned around and came back to town as we decided to leave the General in town…we never would have made it back to the field on those roads.
We went back to Cherokee, had supper and another visit at Miss Dotties, then went back to the camper. We were now in a tornado watch and the clouds were really getting angry looking…lots of lightning and heavy rain moving our way. Between showers, Marilyn got the dish aimed so we could find out what was going on it the world…without the internet…and Al realized that with this dish, he gets to watch the Canadian Football League games this summer. That was a little consolation as we listened to the trucks rolling past the camper to the elevator…how did the rain miss them?
Rain…and Marilyn didn’t get even to Walmart…
We got up early so we could finally get some laundry done. After rounding up some quarters we got the washers running, and killed some time before loading up the dryers. We went to Miss Dotties for breakfast and while we were there, one of the locals that we know well came in and said “as soon as I heard the forecast for rain, I knew you were in town”. Imagine that.
After doing a bit of catching up, we went back to get our laundry only to find out there was one washer we hadn’t even started…great…a head start on the next laundry run. We got the laundry back to the camper then stopped at the grocery store to stock up on some lunch before going out to the field.
We got the combine serviced, started right in combining and were going great guns for the better part of the afternoon. Al had a bit of a faux pas when he tried to open the tarp on the General and the wind took it and bent one of the guide pipes for the electric tarp roller. While he worked on getting it operational, Marilyn had to take a break to change a knife section that had broken and was leaving a strip in the field.
Marilyn was keeping an eye on the skies; they seemed to be getting darker and the clouds were building…not just in the area the weather band was warning about. Just as she got to the opposite end of the field, the rain started coming down…hard…and with a half a hopper on, third gear didn’t seem to be an option. First she had to get to th
e cart, which was in the middle of the field, dump the combine, then get out and tarp the cart, then book it across the field…all in the rain. She got back to the Dodge, put it in 4WD and tackled the greasy road to meet Al in town…too bad he didn’t have his radio on. By the time she got to Carmen, Al was on the way out with the General and the streets were dry…they got nothing in town. Al turned around and came back to town as we decided to leave the General in town…we never would have made it back to the field on those roads.We went back to Cherokee, had supper and another visit at Miss Dotties, then went back to the camper. We were now in a tornado watch and the clouds were really getting angry looking…lots of lightning and heavy rain moving our way. Between showers, Marilyn got the dish aimed so we could find out what was going on it the world…without the internet…and Al realized that with this dish, he gets to watch the Canadian Football League games this summer. That was a little consolation as we listened to the trucks rolling past the camper to the elevator…how did the rain miss them?
Rain…and Marilyn didn’t get even to Walmart…
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