View of the day-The rain didn't hold us up, it was business as usual.
We didn't have to get out to the field early today, since the rain that fell last night put the brakes on cutting. The good news was, the rain gauge only had wet chaff in it, so there was hope we would get started later in the day.
Al went out to the field and took the flat tire off the header...it was the same tire that we had gotten 'fixed' the other day. The guy told us the tube might not last and he didn't lie. We took it into Jamestown
and while Al took it to the tire shop, Marilyn went to Walmart to pick up some much needed groceries to make lunches.
After getting both jobs done, we stopped for lunch, then went back to the camper to wait. We decided to go out around 4pm and when we got out to the field, we could see that Wayne had started combining, while Justin took the load of wheat from yesterday in to the elevator.
We got the tire back on the header, then Marilyn started combining...there wasn't much left there and we were finished within the hour and were ready to make the move north.
The trip over was quite scenic…which translates into hair raising…rolling hills, patched roads where the water had been washing across, fiber optic idiots with their trucks parked on the road while they sat inside drinking coffee, and the two track trail that eventually led to the field. And then we had to delicately cross a spot where a new culvert had been put in…and it was just barely wide enough for the combines to cross.
Once we got across and into the field, we cut a patch to park everything, then Justin struck out across the field and Marilyn followed right behind him. This was a precarious situation…just because Justin could get through the low spots with the 2388, Marilyn wouldn’t make it through as easy.
Marilyn tried to find a high spot to keep out of trouble, but a high spot does not necessarily guarantee dry ground and just as she was getting close to the top…she was stopped in her tracks…literally. Big Red, the 4 wheel drive, was just showing up in the field, so Wayne found a path over to the combine and tugged it out without issue.
And once the sun was down we quit for the day, because “Hell’s Kitchen” as the field is called, is not someplace you want to be in the dark…
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