22 Jun What’s this? ANOTHER breakdown?
My little bit of home that follows the wheat trail. I think they are really loving this Texas heat. And the toad that has found a home in the dahlia pot thinks he’s going along to the next stop. I don’t think so!
It was working earlier today…I swear! The Combine Cam, that is. Maybe it wouldn’t be a good idea for me to head to Vegas right now. I know we gamble all summer long anyway, but I’m beginning to think I may have a bit of a losing streak running right now. First it’s the Beast and now this.
Last night, I received a text from family at home: “Gilligan’s (Jillian’s nickname) got Livestream hooked up and she’s watching you on her phone. She’s watching you with Candi.” So, I tried to give ’em a little wave and turn the radio up just a little louder so it wasn’t so boring. “I like your music”—an email from Jillian. So much fun! It really is. Especially if you don’t get to sit in the cab of a combine or if you have and just need a reason to get excited about your own harvest. I like to tell people who ask that it’s almost as though you’re sitting in the buddy seat right next to me.
We’ve determined that a new cable is what is needed to keep the webcam running like it should so there isn’t any break in the action. There’s nothing worse than getting settled in for the day of harvest and then the screen goes blue. The breakdown actually came at a good time. Jim and I should finish with the acres we had lined up in Texas tomorrow (hopefully). Maybe my breakdown streak is over. We’ll get the equipment cleaned up, road-ready and make our way to Deerfield, Kansas. We’re hoping to be back in the field on Friday.
While we’re finishing up and making our way north, the replacement cable should be making its way to Dodge City (home of High Plains Journal) and waiting for our arrival. Keep your fingers crossed!
Will leave you with a few pictures from today.
Candi and Jillian with their phones in their hands watching the Combine Cam last night.
They ran to the fence when I was in their corner of the world. Someone once told me calves at this age are comparable to teenagers. That would make sense.
Finishing the day with the full moon on the horizon. Not bad for an iPhone picture.
Best part of the day!
The nightly ritual. Jim blows the dirt and chaff off the Beast with a leaf blower every. single. night. I’m usually in the cab being told when to lower the head and turn it around. Tonight, though, I was already out of the seat so I took advantage of the time to get a few nighttime pictures.
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