Saturday, April 26, 2014


This is Idaho potato country. The growing season is short and cool.  The altitude runs around a mile high.  The deep volcanic soil was deposited here by eons of unceasing winds.

Wheat is another crop planted in the area.  The tiny green sprouts pushing up through the dirt will soon have the rolling hills looking like giant golf courses.
The inconsistent supply of rain is supplemented by water from huge center pivot sprinkler systems.  A section of one can be seen here in the foreground.  

Scattered over the area are big potato cellars where the spuds are stored after harvest.  Some are gray steel and the newer ones are white.  The round ones that look like fat rocket ships are grain silos.

Only a few decades ago potatoes were stored in dirt covered cellars supported by wooden poles covered with wire and straw.

New to the area are cell tower farms.  They mostly grow on the tops of hills.


Val said...

All we grow around here are the cell phone towers. And lead beneath the ground, but that's pretty much been mined already.

Joanne Noragon said...

I think it's nice to see an old storage shelter on the landscape; it's good to know there was a past.

TALON said...

Living close to an agricultural belt, I'm fascinated by the shift of seasons in the fields. Not as fascinated by the cell towers. :)

Terry and Linda said...

Wind farms...sigh!


Carla said...

I love when green starts popping up in fields that were bare a month ago. Seems like life renewed, right there for all to see.