After being in Oklahoma for 27 days, it felt like we had almost taken up residency there. I'm not sure what the rules are, but I was beginning to think I'd need to change the address on my driver's license if we didn't get harvest wrapped up there soon.

You know that famous TV game show where you spin the big wheel, clapping and shouting “come on big money” with hopes the wheel will stop on a fabulous prize? Well if wheat harvest is a game show, then Oklahoma finds us landing on “Lose A Turn” almost every day we’ve spun the wheel.

The first day of harvest is always extra stressful, filled with excitement an anxiety. Everything seems a little awkward, and it takes a while for everyone to feel confident behind the wheel of their respective machines.


Thomas, Oklahoma—They say time flies, and if I didn't know any better I'd say I've been working at an airport the last few days. The final hours at home are best described as organized chaos. With such a flurry of activity we're almost in need of a traffic control tower to keep track of every one—and every thing—that is coming and going. Our flight across the harvest heartland is about to take off, and it's the final boarding call for our trip to Oklahoma.





We are leaving a little later than expected due to

This time of the year always is filled with lists. Lists of things to start, things to pack, things to finish … the lists are long. This is the final week to check things off our lists before we leave for Oklahoma.

Remember when you were back in middle school? Class seemed to drag on forever, and you struggled to maintain your attention because all you could think about was one thing.....recess. You spent hours sitting in anticipation, counting down the minutes to play time. Recess finally came, but you struggled to enjoy it because you dreaded knowing it was going to end soon.

Greenfield, Iowa—Someone once told me that the best things in life are free, but whoever said that clearly has never prepared a harvest crew to leave for a summer abroad in the Midwest. Don’t get me wrong, it’s super exciting to know in a few weeks I’ll be far from home, sitting high up in my combine cab and looking out across golden wheat fields.