Saturday, August 29, 2015


When we started traveling back and forth from home to camp in April,

 …the fields and the mountains looked like this.

 But the farmers, the ones who put food on our tables, quickly went to work to get seed in their ground with an eye for a big crop return in the fall.

 A week ago the field by this farm looked like this.

 Now the hay field looks like the head of a new Marine and there’s another stack of bales next to the barn.

 Here’s another hay field getting a haircut.  Note the grain field in the background ready to be threshed.  Sometimes in farming, like so many things in life, everything all seems to need attention at the same time.

 Not far down the road we saw a big red combine just finishing a trip around a wheat field.  It was heading for the waiting truck.

 Another load of grain to be hauled off to the silo.

 Nearby was a farmer and his dog.  Cell phones make life a little easier, but I still bet the cook has to often keep dinner in the oven until there’s a break in the work or until it’s just too late to continue.

 When the grain is gone the stubble is baled up into straw.

 More big bales of straw. Straw is used for livestock bedding and fodder.  It’s also good mulch for gardens.  Around here the big bales are sometimes used to make a straw maze.  People come to lose themselves in the labyrinth of paths and tunnels which are often haunted by spooky characters.

 Just in front of the field of straw you can see a potato field which has been stripped of its vines.

 Not long ago the spud fields were covered with lush green plants.

 Now they’re being treated and cleared.  Next step is digging those Idaho potatoes.  There’s a LOT of work to be done if the guys are going to get some free time to go hunting in a few weeks.

Thursday, August 27, 2015


August is ending.  The skies are still blue and the air is still warm, but school will be starting soon and summer camp is over.

 All the singing, giggling, shouting and cheering has stopped.

 The last campers have finished their stay at camp.

 They are packing up their sleeping bags, sun screen and swimming suits.

 They’ve cleaned the lodge, mopped and scrubbed the restroom, and are finishing up cleaning their cabins.

 Now it’s time to haul their stuff to the waiting cars and trailers.

 There are dads and other friends to help load the gear for the long ride home.

 The big field is quiet again.

 Except for that hum of DH’s four-wheeler zooming across the lawn.  Now we’ll spend the rest of our time here preparing the place for the long, deep winter.