Eastern Montana is well into fall. Some of the trees are still boasting beautiful colors but most have already lost their leaves. Here are a few of photos from our recent rides.
The past couple of mornings, our front steps have been a skating rink. I’m rather annoyed about the heavy frost on my car and realize I’ve been thoroughly spoiled by a garage where I went out every morning, jumped in the car and drove away without having to scrape the icy windows and brush off the snow.
Wheat, barley, pinto beans and alfalfa no longer stand in the fields. The feed corn is being ground and hauled now and the beet farmers are gearing up to begin their harvest in earnest. I’m fascinated by the growth, harvest, storing and processing of sugar beets. Coming from Western Montana, who knew? There is a flurry to find beet truck drivers to haul the produce to the “beet dumps”. Each town has its own dump where the harvested beets are unloaded onto a beet piler which sends them up a long conveyor belt and creates several long parallel rows of beets that are about 300 ft. long, 20 feet tall, and 30 feet wide.
The beets sit in these piles well into winter and freeze until they are needed by the factories, at which time they are scooped into beet haulers and taken to be processed. For now, the bulk of the beets are still in the soil.
I’m told the temperature has to drop sufficiently before the harvest begins or the beets, once piled up, will rot. It also can’t be rainy as the trucks will get bogged down in the fields. As always, farmers are at the mercy of the weather.
Sugar processing factories are also frantically looking for employees, but housing continues to be a major roadblock. Brent has spent several days at Sidney Sugars putting in electrical pedestals at the factory site that will provide power to the housing this employer is forced to provide. Bottom line: folks need a place to live and such places are few, far between, and expensive.
On the home front, I just finished my first week working at Sidney Health Center as the Director of Nursing Asst. Hurray! It’s a very nice facility and my boss is a real character so I’m hoping that perhaps this will be the job I stay in until I retire. Job hunting at 60’ish was not much fun. For my part, I’m pretty picky. For their part, I’m pretty old.
We were forced to drop the price on our house ... again. Sure wish it was on this side of the state. We could not only sell it, we could both retire.
More things that make you go "hmmmmm?"...
volkswagon sized "oversize load" |
Tori Tiger |
seems a rather precise limit |