Annie didn’t have to sleep outside after her close encounter with the stink bug. She did have to jump back, shake her head, and sneeze a few times.
Snowville
The farm field driving range.
Burns Oregon
They grow a lot of hay in southern Idaho. We drove across Southern Idaho this morning. Southern Idaho is still on fire. We left our grass fire at Snowville, Utah this morning and passed about ten more grass fires on our way to Oregon. The sky was white. It felt like we were driving through Southern California. Back to the hay. Fields mowed and baled; that beautiful golden brown; but every once in a while, we pass a field that’s baled green! What’s up with that? I can see baling it dry; it will stay just like it is. It seems to me if you bale it green, though, you’re liable to end up with some composting going on in the middle. Anarobic composting, which does not sound like a good thing. So who knows about hay? What’s up with the green bales?
Green river
Monday. It’s hot in the Utah desert; a hundred degrees at dinnertime. Over the weekend, we finished up last week’s client in Carbondale. We had an exit conference today, drove back to the motorhome in Basalt, packed up, and left. Drove out to the desert to spend the night. Tomorrow, Salt Lake City to get the internet satellite dish fixed (again). Maybe they can help me stop saying the things I’ve been saying about it.
Annie
Annie and the stink beatle.