Fall Harvest Moon
The autumnal equinox will occur while I’m on the way to Minneapolis. Right now I’m in Lincoln, NE. It was 56 when I checked Shadow Mountain yesterday afternoon, 90 here. And humid. I’m well past Cozad, which is on the 100th parallel, the start of the arid West.
The drive from Conifer to Lincoln was straightforward. Get on the highway, put a brick on the accelerator, kick back and let the car go. Almost like a Tesla. Speaking of which, I passed an autotransport loaded with Tesla Model S’s.
The harvest is underway here. Combines in the fields, tractors moving both huge round bales of hay and large square ones. Feedlots are also frequent. Charolais, Angus, even a feed lot full of Holsteins, which I didn’t understand.
Once out of the mountains and onto the Great Plains, agriculture becomes the dominant feature of the landscape. In Colorado it was mostly ranches with herds roaming large, barren looking land, the cattle often clumped up around large sheet metal watering tanks or huge piles of hay. Here in Nebraska wheat fields, other grains, hay and feed lots predominate.
Minneapolis is about six and a half hours away, so I’ve got to get on the old hoss and ride on outta here. Left my Stetson and my cowboy boots at home, can’t wear’em east of Cozad.
Love to you, Kate, Jon and all the dogs.
On the road in Lincoln, NE.
