Once upon a time, there was an elementary aged girl who enjoyed mowing her parents’ blue grass yard on their John Deere lawn tractor. She had lots of dreams about what she might be or do when she grew up, but never once did she think about being a custom harvester. In fact, she did not even know what one was.



Well, I never imagined this would be a public photo but here I am sporting my mid-nineties oversized t-shirt and some cool pre-teen awkward stage glasses. Little did I know I would be trading this lawn tractor for a larger

Western Kansas: Little Man and Lady A were so excited to see their dad when we pulled into the field that Friday. It had been exactly 5 weeks and 6 days since they had seen him which is a new record. Nothing takes the place of dad, but I’m also grateful for the positive male role models on the crew, our family and community that had a kind word for the children or showed them a little extra attention during those days he was gone. There’s a lot of sacrifice that goes into this business for all involved parties.

Ryan and

Each trip with a happy ending is a blessing and I’m happy to report our North Dakota crew made it back to headquarters safely.

As previously discussed, the yields were strong in North Dakota this year. That is something to celebrate. However, weather and green crop stretched things out longer than they would have liked. A couple days down in the camper isn’t bad to get caught up on sleep, laundry and run a few errands. More than that, consecutively, can start to get on one’s nerves and frustration can set in. There’s only so many repairs to make, so much

Home—I reached down to pick up something from the floor of the garage in front of my vehicle’s engine. I could still detect the smell of hot wheat dust on my engine as it cooled. While I love that smell, it was almost like rubbing salt on a wound. Our harvest run was over for the season. School would be starting in five short days for me and even if we had the exact same crew back, nothing stays the same. Each season is unique, special in its own way, at its own time and there is no going back.

Park, Kansas—I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again. One of the best things about owning a harvest crew is getting to meet so many people, from a variety of places and all walks of life. I’m glad that our business not only affords individuals a means to earn income, but also travel, make memories and experience things they may not otherwise have the chance to do. On the flip side, each member not only fills a needed position on the team, but also provides our family with diverse, positive experiences and memories we may not have had they

South central Montana—The dog days of summer are upon us and I don’t know a better place to spend them than Montana. The views are outstanding, sunsets are gorgeous and harvest has been clipping along at a consistent pace thanks to cooperative weather. It's worth noting the irony that we’ve had some warmer days up north than back home! One would think its would be reverse, but not this time.

When the children were younger, I often delivered a noonish meal because it worked better around nap schedules and gave me more time to clean up. As they’re older and nap

Southern Montana: Pictures can’t always do some landscapes justice and this is certainly the case with our first farm in Montana. It is very rolling and often steep. The fields are massive with fingers that branch out from the main sections. Maybe the best way I can describe it is if you were to think of looking at a topographical map of a lake, except instead of water there is wheat.

By this time, the crew members have had plenty of practice operating equipment, but some of the fields can provide a challenge for even the most seasoned of drivers. Decisions

South central Montana—Moving days are stressful and the responsibility great. There are just so many wheels on the ground (142 on this day, to be exact), many miles, large equipment, potential obstacles to navigate and, most importantly, safety. We want our teams and equipment to arrive at their destinations in one piece, but are also concerned for the well being for those traveling around us.

As stressful as it is, there is also excitement around move day. The noises and the smells just add to it. There’s the low rumble of the engines, the smell of diesel in the air, chatter

Montana—Ryan has large, great family. Mine is a lot smaller, and I may be biased, but I think they are wonderful people as well. We love getting together with them whenever possible. With that information, you may think we have all the family we need. However, even though my heart is full, that doesn’t mean its maxed out. There’s always room for more! And that’s what often happens with the crew. They can become an extension of family.

It's easy to see how that can happen. We live in close proximity day in and day out, sometimes share meals, carpool, occasionally

Western Nebraska: It’s a slightly gloomy morning as I look out the window at my view of a weathered, wooden cattle working facility and a near constant stream of Union Pacific trains on one of the busiest lines in the country. A stiff northeast wind gently rocks the house on wheels and provided some extra resistance on my morning run that keeps the stress in check. 2020 has provided its fair share of stress.

Last week, the crew finished in western Kansas where harvest stretched out due to pushing green and a few storms. The rains were welcome as this region