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Steph: First Days in Hemingford

Steph: First Days in Hemingford

StephNEW_thumbnailUsually when we pull into a stop, we are thrown into a whirlwind of unloading, roading to the field and getting right back into the field. This time, however, we were given a one day grace period, letting us get accustomed to our new surroundings. We were in St. Francis for so long that it’s strange waking up to a new front yard.

On Sunday, we checked some fields and decided they would be ready Monday in the early afternoon. The opening pass didn’t seem bad, but we took a sample into the co-op just to be sure. The outcome? 9.5 percent moisture. Nothing to worry about there! The test weights we were seeing were between 63 and 65 pounds, some of the best we have ever seen in this area, with 60 bushel wheat to boot. I was driving Petey to the elevator today rather than Purple and it’s funny how people associate me with Purple. I always get asked where she’s at! I guess I’m not the only one who loves her.

On Sunday afternoon we decided we would take a drive to Cheyenne to check out Frontier Days. I finally gave in and ate a deep fried Oreo, which was quite the experience. After walking around the booths and riding the ferris wheel, we decided we would check out a local restaurant rather than succumb to the scents of the rest of the fair food. As we were scanning Google for some possibilities, a gal walked up to us and said “Hey, do you guys want to go to the concert tonight?” Not knowing what to say, we just stared at her. She then laughed and said we could have the tickets for free for Gary Allan that evening! Talk about being in the right place at the right time.

Quote of the Day: “You’re just a bunch of yee-haws.”

Dad, getting after it.

Dad getting after it.

I think I have a radar for windmills.

I think I have a radar just for windmills.

Got close enough to be pretty!

Close enough to be pretty, far enough to let us keep combining.

Some B&W.

Some B&W.

Getting ready to send me back to town.

Getting ready to send me off again.

The new elevator in town.

Hauling to the new elevator in town.

Clouds got close, but not close enough! Thankfully.

Missed.

He missed. Busted.

Sneaking up on me.

Sneaking up on me.

My favorite crop to photograph.

My favorite crop to photograph.

Well done, Nebraska.

Way to go, Nebraska. Proud of you.

Almost looks like the sky is on fire.

Almost looks like the sky is on fire…so pretty.

All Aboard Wheat Harvest™ is sponsored by High Plains Journal and New Holland Agriculture. Steph can be contacted at stephanie@allaboardharvest.com.

3 Comments
  • Darla
    Posted at 19:40h, 22 July

    Hemingford was my favorite stop on wheat harvest. My family cut there from 1968-2000. My last year on harvest was 1984.I hauled many a bushel to the Hemingford elevator. In my younger years I had fun riding the streets with the other harvest kids from the trailercourt and swimming at the city pool. On average we spent two weeks in Hemingford so over seventeen years time I spent many days and made great friends in Hemingford!

  • Chad Preston
    Posted at 08:09h, 23 July

    When you finish harvesting you need to put a book together of your sunsets and windmills, both of which I love. You have a gift of getting the right picture of both. So glad you take the time to share the harvesting with us.
    Thanks,
    Chad
    PS: I want to buy your book of sunsets and windmills.

  • Steph Osowski
    Posted at 00:40h, 26 July

    Darla – I have certainly grown fond of Hemingford in our years here too! We usually spend around 2 weeks here too, must just be how it is.

    Chad – Thank you so much! I would make you your own book if you really wanted 🙂