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Tracy Zeorian – Z-Crew

Tracy Zeorian – Z-Crew

Tracy Zeorian has followed the ripening trail of wheat since she was 12 years old.

Zeorian’s grandparents, Elvin and Pauline Hancock, had been making the annual harvest run from Texas to Montana since 1951.

Tracy said she met her husband, Jim, who was part of the crew, in 1975. They married in 1982 and purchased their first combine that fall.

These days, Tracy drives the combine and Jim drives the truck. She couldn’t imagine another lifestyle.

“I think it is the adrenalin you get each time you pull into a field knowing it needs to be cut,” she said. “You work on it until it gets done, you work through the storm clouds and whatever challenges there are. Then you start all over again.”

They raised their daughters in the wheat field–Jamie, Jenna, Taylor Callie. Now they have three grandchildren coming to the field when they can.

“They get in the combine,” she said. “How my grandpa is smiling from ear to ear knowing we are still in the wheat fields.”

“It is just a great way of life. We are definitely not going to be rich from it, but we became rich from a great family.”

Jordan, Montana - The cleanup has begun.

When I make that last round and climb down the ladder for the last time, it never fails to create a ping in my soul. I don't even know if the word, "ping", is the correct way of defining the feeling that happens. Why does this happen? I know I'm not the only one who feels this way. Sometimes, I really wish I was like others who do a little happy dance when it's over. Instead, I'm always wishing there was just one more field to head to.

The days end much chillier than

Jordan, Montana - It was 41 degrees yesterday when we got up. My very first action of the day was turning on the "fireplace". It's actually just a glorified space heater but it looks nice and it does a fine job of warming up the Cottage in a short period of time.

When the flies start hanging around the screen door late in the day, you know you may as well count on the next morning beginning with the heat of the fireplace.

Where did it go? Summer, that is. How does it go from being 108 degrees to 41 in such

Jordan, Montana - Ugh!!!! That's what I get! I was trying to hurry and get this done so I could take a shower and go to bed. I deleted pictures and I can't retrieve them.  I had some really good ones that I was so excited to share.

So...here's what you get. You'll just have to believe me when I say the ones I "threw away" were darn good. Dang it!

Just look how beautiful my mobile garden is right now! The water in Jordan isn't good for humans...or flowers. I have a couple of people who have graciously provided me

Jordan, Montana - We are done cutting winter wheat for 2018. But...we're still cutting wheat. So, what's the difference between the two crops? They look exactly the same - in the field and in the bin.

Sometimes these large fields can seem overwhelming. And then they just become several smaller fields within a large field and it doesn't seem quite so bad.



The picture doesn't do the depth of this "canyon" any justice. It was really quite impressive!



Winter wheat is planted in the fall and harvest begins in early spring and moves northward through the summer months. This type of

Jordan, Montana - The kids have been gone a week already. It seems much longer than that. It feels like a dream.

If you recall, we got started on winter wheat acres last Saturday afternoon. We finished them on Tuesday afternoon (7/31). I didn't even have time to think about it being the LAST acres of winter wheat for 2018. We changed settings on The Beast to cut lentils and kept right on rolling. It wasn't until we headed into town that evening that I realized the chase had ended. And then I felt a bit melancholy. Why? I honestly don't

Jordan, Montana - I tried it. I really did! And I thought it was going to work, until I turned the corner and the wind blew from a different direction.

I honestly believe that's the way it is up here. It was bad in Eastern Colorado but up here in the remote regions of East Central Montana, the cell service is virtually non-existent. Not only does it make it difficult to keep good on a promise (to keep the Combine Cam rolling), it's also pretty crummy to keep in contact with family.

It wasn't that long ago that we didn't have cell

Jordan, Montana - 2,100 mile trip...we made it!

I sorta pushed Jim to get as far as the Black Hills the first day. I was hoping we could spend an afternoon with Jamie's family. Ben's birthday was Tuesday (7/24) and I knew they would be spending the day touring and sightseeing. And then, they would be heading to Jordan to spend several days with us before having to head back home.

Well, it didn't happen. We didn't make it to the Black Hills in time. I mean, we did...sorta.

We got back to Limon about 5:00 PM on Monday (7/23). Our intentions were

Limon, Colorado - It was exactly a week. We walked away from the too-green-wheat field on July 11 and finally got moving again on July 18.

It sure didn't happen very quickly. After the showers we received on Monday and Tuesday, we opted to wait until the afternoon of the 18th to even attempt to get rolling again. What did we find? Well, good news and bad news. I was going to work on the north side of the field, Kyle on the south. He was able to roll right through the field he was on. Mine...just not good enough. I

Limon, Colorado - A week ago, I was feeling overwhelmed with the amount of stuff that was piling up on me, laundry, bills, dishes, dirty trailer house, etc. Amazing what a difference a few days can bring.

Cutting among the wind turbines. There are so many of these scattered all over the countryside. Personally, I think they visually pollute the horizon.



Moving to another field.



Jim...rolling the tarp and getting ready to head to the elevator.



The "golden" hour.



The straw of a recently cut field is just as beautiful to me as a field of wheat.



Man, we were going

Limon, Colorado - The custom harvester continues to struggle with the 2018 harvest season.

What began in May with severe drought in the southern states and the late season freezes, continues now with the nasty four-letter word…hail. If you haven’t experienced it yourself, the images on social media will provide you with a pretty good idea of what we’re up against.

I honestly believe when a farmer plants and cares for a crop, he doesn’t do it with the hope of harvest being eliminated by the Great White Combine. If that’s the case, why even farm?

Photo credit to Amanda Buus Thomsen of