The weather stayed cool most of the week, with just a couple sprinkles of rain. We only ran the air conditioner a couple days. Friday I wore my jacket in the morning when I did chores, turned the air conditioner on an hour later, and had to wear my jacket again doing chores that evening. Fall is right around the corner.
Last weekend was the Gala Days celebration in Bison. Reub and I went down to the community church service on Sunday to hear Phil Hahn speak. Bryce came home from Chadron over the weekend to visit the ranch. Monday morning Bryce and I harvested some carrots, beets, lettuce and a solitary green pepper for her to take back to Nebraska. She’d bought a freezer, so we also sent some beef home with her.
Dr. Beck from the Baker vet clinic came Tuesday morning to ultrasound our cows and heifers. The cows were at Glendo and Doc hadn’t been over there before so I met him at the mailbox and led him over there. After the guys had the calves vaccinated and Doc was done with the cows, the guys came back here to work the heifers. Dr. Beck ultrasounded for Holt’s that afternoon.
Wednesday Casey, Taz and Trig went up to vaccinate our calves at the old Denzin place on Horse Creek. Bill Holt and Clint Doll came to help while Reub checked cows at Glendo and swathed more of Olson Creek. He found a big batch of Canadian Thistle south of the cowshed so he had to spray those nasty weeds. I took beef, buns, beans, and bars up to Horse Creek to feed the crew as soon as they had the calves sorted off. Doug Doll was planning to be there, but the Big Boss man had to make a parts run to the Hills so we had a lot of coffee left over!
There were more fires this week. The Sorum/Reva firemen put out a baler fire at the Bar H north of Reva on Thursday. Friday morning the Prairie City fire department was called to a hay fire at Ross and Bev Kopren’s south of Prairie City and the Ludlow and Buffalo firemen fought fire at Reese Clarkson’s ranch north of Buffalo. Nancy Brixey is the dispatcher for the Prairie City fire department and she told me that there was also a fire near McLaughlin that morning. Saturday afternoon, lightening started a fire near Roger and Penny Gunderson’s place. We got a little shower Saturday, but not enough to help anything. If we don’t get some good rain soon, there will probably be a lot more fires.
Lanie, Matt and Trace came down from Dickinson to visit on Saturday and they went with Missy to watch Casey, Trig and Jeremy Stadheim in the Faith Stock Show rodeo that evening. Slim Buttes Lutheran Church held their campout in the Slim Buttes Saturday night. I planned to go, but since Reub and I were the only ones home we hated to get very far from the fire radio with all the fires around here.
We did make it to church services at Reva Gap Sunday morning and the brunch afterwards. There was a good crowd and it was a good thing most folks brought jackets, because it was really chilly. Not exactly what we expect in August, but at least no one was suffering from the heat.
There were still lots of motorcycles out and about this weekend. The Sturgis Motorcycle Rally was winding down and some bikers were headed home while a few more were on their way to Sturgis for the end of the rally. It sounded like attendance was up at the rally this year, but with the road construction on Highway 79 that runs by here, a lot of bikers chose a lot of different routes to get to the rally.
I’ll leave you with this:
A State Patrol sees a motorcycle puttering down the middle of the highway at 22 mph and he says to himself, “This is just as dangerous as speeders!” He turns on his lights and pulls the bike over. Approaching, he notices it is an elderly gentlemen with a wide eyed, white as a ghost biker chick on the back.
The old biker obviously confused, says to the officer, “I don’t understand, I was doing the speed limit! What seems to be the problem?”
The officer replies, “You weren’t speeding, but you should know that driving way slower than the speed limit can also be a danger to you and other drivers.”
“I was doing the speed limit exactly… 22 miles an hour!” the old biker says a bit cocky. The State Patrol, trying to contain a chuckle explains to him that “22” was the route number, not the speed limit. A bit embarrassed, the old man grinned and thanked the officer for pointing out the error, and started to ride off.
The officer says “Hold on… Before I let ya go, I have to ask… Is your passenger OK? Your ole lady seems awfully shaken and she hasn’t muttered a single peep this whole time.”
“Oh, she’ll be alright in a minute officer. We just got off Route 119.”