View of the day-Watching the Steelers practice on a beautiful evening in Estevan, SK.
Up early to see if we could get the Dodge out of hock...bad news...the alternator didn't cure what ailed it. Now they are not sure what the problem is because they don't have the right reader for the computer...now to plan 'B'. Al called down to the Dodge dealer in Estevan and they said they could check it out, so we made plans to get it down there.
Al had moved the straight header out to the field, but Marilyn had to bring the combine 4 miles into town to fuel it up while Al was waiting for the shop to put the pickup back together. By the time she got to the card lock pump, Al was waiting to help her back in to the narrow driveway by the pumps so she could fuel up. In Canada, the farmer supplies the fuel, so we start with a full tank and they send us home the same way.
Marilyn drove out to the field and got the header on and calibrated, then started in combining barley...Al's favorite. It was plenty dry and going over 50 bu/ac so the hopper wasn't taking long to fill up. We were combining with Kim's dad, Bob, in his JD 9600 and Al was doing the hauling with the cart and General...fortunately the bin was just across the fence, so he was able to get back quickly. He also had Kim's semi in the field for back up, since Kim was swathing canola.
Al took over combining from Marilyn so she could get ready for the road trip with the Dodge. Marilyn's nephew, Gordie, has daily football practice in Estevan this week, so it looked like things would work out if the Dodge could keep a charge long enough to drive the 70 miles...it did, and Marilyn even got there before they closed. How convenient that the Dodge dealership it right next door to the Walmart? After dropping the keys off, she gathered up her belongings and walked over to get some groceries until Marg came to pick her up.
Up early to see if we could get the Dodge out of hock...bad news...the alternator didn't cure what ailed it. Now they are not sure what the problem is because they don't have the right reader for the computer...now to plan 'B'. Al called down to the Dodge dealer in Estevan and they said they could check it out, so we made plans to get it down there.
Al had moved the straight header out to the field, but Marilyn had to bring the combine 4 miles into town to fuel it up while Al was waiting for the shop to put the pickup back together. By the time she got to the card lock pump, Al was waiting to help her back in to the narrow driveway by the pumps so she could fuel up. In Canada, the farmer supplies the fuel, so we start with a full tank and they send us home the same way.
Marilyn drove out to the field and got the header on and calibrated, then started in combining barley...Al's favorite. It was plenty dry and going over 50 bu/ac so the hopper wasn't taking long to fill up. We were combining with Kim's dad, Bob, in his JD 9600 and Al was doing the hauling with the cart and General...fortunately the bin was just across the fence, so he was able to get back quickly. He also had Kim's semi in the field for back up, since Kim was swathing canola.
Al took over combining from Marilyn so she could get ready for the road trip with the Dodge. Marilyn's nephew, Gordie, has daily football practice in Estevan this week, so it looked like things would work out if the Dodge could keep a charge long enough to drive the 70 miles...it did, and Marilyn even got there before they closed. How convenient that the Dodge dealership it right next door to the Walmart? After dropping the keys off, she gathered up her belongings and walked over to get some groceries until Marg came to pick her up.
Once we got through the checkout, we stopped at Tim Horton's for coffee and doughnuts to take home to the hard working guys, then went to the field to watch the practice. It had been a hot day, over 90ºF and the evening cooled off and had enough wind to keep the mosquitoes from being too much of a bother...until it died right down, but by then it was dark and the practice was over. We picked Gordie up, stopped for a drink for the road, then came back to Carlyle.
When we got back with the doughnuts, we discovered that the poor hard working guys hadn't gone hungry. Kim's mom showed up with fresh corn on the cob and raspberry cheesecake...and we missed it. After a gab in the house, Marilyn brought the few groceries out to the camper and quizzed Al on how he had made out with the combining. He said the knife had plugged right at the end of the night so he quit and Marilyn would have to clean it out before she started in the morning...nice guy...could be a joke, though.
We will have to see how bad it is in the morning...
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