The die has been cast. Harvest has officially came for me. While both combines are still down and we have yet to put the header in the wheat, the aches in my muscles tell me the fun has begun.
Anyone know of a good bass player who won’t upstage me?
Thanks to Josh for the place to set up and work during his party. Thanks to Egging for the help and the documentation. Now I can’t convince G it was all in his head.
I made it back in time for Logan’s wedding. I scrambled home to change and begin working on the Masseys. We blew a header reel lift control hydraulic line on one machine and the other still has a broken header reel hydraulic pump. I put together the generator I bought Thursday at the auction. It finally started when I put oil in it. It didn’t work so well until I did that, though had I arrived at the realization a little earlier my arm would probably hurt a little less right now.
I changed and went back to Medicine Lodge to catch some of Logan’s reception and some of the Dorfus Cracktractor show. Big crowd at June Fest…drunk hilljacks made up the better part of the crowd, but it was nostalgic nonetheless.