Category: Wind energy


Our house and shop 1/20/2012

There’s no place like home…there’s no place like home….

I love to travel and I love to be home.

How can that be?

Isn’t that some sort of impossibility?

A paradox?

Airport Sheraton, MIA after our cruise

Swimming in Miami one day, ending up in freezing rain the next.

Seattle Airport virtually closed after we landed.

Renting a Jeep at a horrific price because there are no flights leaving and the hotels are full.

Driving through the Columbia Gorge where traction devices are required for vehicles over 10K.

Does that mean the semis get to stop in the middle of the freeway to put on their chains? Seriously?

Listing power poles…

Powerline poles crashing down on the roads…arcing fire.

Doesn’t anyone clean the ice off the lines now that the farmers aren’t allowed to?

Has anyone considered…underground power lines????

Coming home to no power…and beautiful snow!

Broken poles….

Broken tractor... :( Road closed due to four more broken poles. So much for Wasco Electric and Sherman County maintenance...where does all that wind tower money go?

Lighting all my candles…the house smelled like a fir-pina colada-fruit salad!

Watching a movie on Colt’s computer, snuggled up on the couch…enjoying it?!

Our frozen deck

Power lines almost on the ground...

Icicles. Sunlight shining. Snow covered foothills and stubble.

Beautiful wheat fields and wind towers

Frozen wheat stubble!
View out my front window…

Decadence. Pure decadence.

Sledding down the hill…with a Ranger on tracks to pull the sledders back to the top!

Ranger on steroids…

After all, home is where the heart is!

Except this heart dessert was on the Panama Canal cruise we just came back from!! :)

Colt at the well. The soft start is on the right.

“The well pump is out.” My husband announced wearily. “That’ll be another $25,000 – $30,000.”

Shaking my head, I commiserated with him. It sucks to drop that much money with no guarantees that it won’t happen again. We’ve had issues with pumps ever since this well was drilled. The good news is that we haven’t had to pay for any of them before now – the wind tower project did. The well was just turned over to us a year ago.

The well was used to compact and build roads for the wind towers.

Actually, we haven’t had to pay for much of the $300,000 well ourselves – just half of the bill to bring in electricity and laying the pipe. And it was a good year farming, so we have the money to pay for it.

Plus it’s a write-off. Whoopee!

Personally, I believe that it went out the last two times because the people who were using the well didn’t respect the equipment. Instead of using the “soft start” system that was set up, they would just turn it on and off manually. That’s tough on a 100 horsepower pump over 600 feet down.

The wind towers are all up and running and the well has been turned over to us!

Dwayne, at Person Pump and Drilling, suggested a heavier-duty pump with a little more horsepower. The bearing that went out is suggestive of misuse, just like we thought, so it is no longer under warranty of course. Besides, this pump is two years old. http://www.personpumpanddrilling.com/

Bill Martin says we could have pulled the pump ourselves and saved money.

I think Bill's crazy!!! :) Person's is the only way to go!!

Now the well is ours, and the soft start can’t be bypassed, and hopefully the pump will last ten years! I know we’re going to cross our fingers and respect the equipment. Funny how many people don’t take care of things if they aren’t theirs….

Garlic boxes waiting to be filled.

Garlic and wind towers

garlic!

 

Vegas

My dogs are traitors. Usually they are outside my door, waiting for me. But whenever there is a tractor to chase, Pepper is gone for sure. Vegas is too smart to get that tired or that hot. Or at least that is what I thought.

Eddie says Vegas catches bunnies. :( He better not catch my baby bunny!!

Vegas, pooped out but still looking for rabbits.
Two tractors and lots of sorters.

They run two tractors and it takes almost twenty people to harvest!

The wind towers allowed us to irrigate 120 acres behind our house. The well that was used during construction is now ours. Half of “the circle” was in wheat and the other half is garlic.

Slow, repetitive, hot work – but everyone is laughing and talking. They throw dirt clods at Colt when he starts to fall asleep!
Yum! Boxes of garlic! Eddie says I can take as much as I want, and to peel it and freeze it to use whenever over the winter!
Break time! 15 minutes.

Our irrigated wheat went 105 bushels to the acre, a disappointment for Kevin who was expecting Palouse wheat: 130 bushels, every year! The guys are always glad when harvest is over, though, and the crop really was exceptional for us this year. It was, on the average, ⅓ better than usual.

Great looking wheat…

The other 60 irrigated acres are in garlic, and our friends leased that land. Unfortunately the garlic doesn’t look as good as they had hoped. They almost didn’t harvest it.

Dick spraying the garlic.

Nematodes or something kept it from being top quality. But ⅔ of it is passable, so guess what Colton is doing? Harvesting again!

Uh oh. Colt has crossed over to the dark side and “gone green.”

Colt in his new John Deere

Colt has harvested garlic for six or seven years. It pays well, but is slow and painful. He drives the tractor at 1 mile per hour for days, while the workers sort and pick through it.

Looking towards our house and shops.

He comes in at night, beat. Now he knows what long-haul flying feels like! And so do my dogs.

Chasing grasshoppers…

They are exhausted, tongues hanging out, chasing rabbits and running in circle all day. Traitors.

Eddie picking up palettes.

Normal problems...

At least you can stretch your legs!

Garlic. Lucky me! Next year I'll go out and dig some early, to eat like bunches of onions! Maybe I can make some Japanese gyoza: dumplings filled with garlic and pork!

Harvest is still in full swing, and the wind has finally stopped blowing, for a day at least. You can actually hear the birds and they are everywhere. So much for wind towers killing them all.

This year is phenomenal for us. With averages of 70 to 80 bushels, it is unreal. The price is just over $7, finally, after 30 years.  Our best field went 88. Our irrigated went 105 bushels to the acre, and that sounds great except this year there was rain everywhere. Unfortunately, it is slow going. No, wait, make that fortunately!

We can only cut at 2.5 miles an hour. A cousin of Kevin’s visited today, and Michael George said he has never seen stubble like this, ever. The trucks couldn’t keep up, and the elevator in Biggs couldn’t either. But a few major shifts – an additional truck for us, and the COOP not hauling their grain at peak hours, made a huge difference.

Everyone is getting tired, though. Long days and short nights are tough. There are always arguments when people don’t show up to grease or service the equipment, and tempers run high. Not to mention losing two transmissions. The lesson to be learned here? Don’t shift on a hill, especially with a full load. Most farmers know that; some don’t. We have lost six transmissions in 12 years, and that is excessive. And expensive, at $12,000 a whack. Ahh, the joys of family farming.

Truthfully, it is all a learning experience.  Concentrating on the best parts of this life, instead of the hardships and headaches, is tough. Just being here is an exercise in learning to love, learning to forgive, and learning to let go.

This is as excited as the donkeys get…but not us :)

We started harvest Saturday, July 23rd. After an entire week, we are still pumped! The combines are going 2 1/2 miles an hour through thick, tall wheat. One of the draws the yield monitor indicated 138 bushels to the acre! And the stubble, the half too deep to cut, is still green.

Our fields are averaging in the 70s and 80s. This is unheard of here, on our ground. It is the best crop we have ever cut. That isn’t to say we won’t have some fields that don’t do as well. Our garlic is the worst, and may not be cut. Crops to the east of us, closer to the John Day River are in the thirties and forties per acre. Crops to the west are going over 100 bushels to the acre! It is a crazy year.

Colt taught Ben to drive bankout…now he can relax and get a tan!!

Yes, there have been fires, but so far, small and controllable. Simantels had one that the combine started in the field, probably because the rust remaining is so powdery, sticky and flammable. They got it stopped at a wind tower road – see, wind towers are good!! :)  And one farmer had a truck burn to the ground, but he disked around it before it could burn anything else. Except his wallet and cell phone were in the lunch box.

First sign of trouble…fire, but in the next county over.

And of course there are always breakdowns and issues – Kevin hates hauling to Biggs because it is so crowded and tourists don’t realize that he weighs over 100,000 pounds and can’t stop on a dime.

Biggs Junction – the confusing on ramp that is really two-way to the elevator.

They cut out in front of him and flip him off for turning the “wrong way” on an on ramp. (It is only one of maybe two in the whole state that is a two-way ramp.)

Elevator office at Biggs
Shovels or Wheelbarrows?? Both!!
Line up at the river…but Ken and Brandon are really fast!

People do not understand that these big, full trucks cannot stop for them quickly.
Freeway idiots…
A view of Biggs Junction from Maryhill Winery.
Inside Biggs elevator!

Kevin taking a sample of our wheat

One of our landlords said, “Yeah, now if only the price was better.” Are you kidding me? The price is fine, considering. Has he forgotten that just a few years ago it was only $4 per bushel? Now it is over $7. But that is farmer mentality, right? :) At least I haven’t heard anyone say that the crop is too good and is taking too many nutrients out of the soil. I heard that one year, years ago, and couldn’t believe it.

Piper – our only female!!

We’ve had all kinds of fun giving kids and friends rides on the combines, and even though the days are long, the end is in sight. Only three weeks out! :)

Its like taking kids up for the first time in a little airplane - they love it!

Personally, I love these DOG DAY AFTERNOONS!

I wonder, ponder…have we, as a society, forgotten how lucky we are? Yes, there are better years when we didn’t have to spray for rust or wait so long for harvest. Hell, there are years when I was younger and had more energy! :) We are incredibly lucky, just to be alive.

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Remember I told you a film crew came out to our farm/ranch a year ago? If you want to see the portion of the PBS special, with David Biello of Scientific American, that was filmed at our farm, here it is!

It starts on Cape Cod (for context), and the second half is in Oregon at our house. Just for fun!

The whole two-hour special is worth seeing. I bought the video at BeyondtheLightSwitch.com. It takes 30 seconds or so to load. It will open in a separate window so you can read/do something else!

http://dl.dropbox.com/u/3743025/BTLS%20Windv3.mov

http://www.beyondthelightswitch.com/

The windtowers closest to our house are Vestas towers. Vestas is a Danish corporation.

http://www.vestas.com/en/wind-power-plants/towards-20-years-in-offshore.aspx

Van Patten 1885 Century Farm

What a funny week. We got the Century Farm sign. http://www.oregonfb.org/programs/century_farm_ranch.shtml

It says Van Patten 1885 on the bottom.

Then a Dutch film crew came the next day to do a piece on the wind towers. Kevin asked me who the talent was, a term we heard when the Detroit Public Television came out to film “Beyond the Light Switch”. Genevieve kept calling David Biello “the talent”. http://www.beyondthelightswitch.com/

I was taking pictures of my nephew's daughter the day the news crew showed up from Detroit PBS.

So, when we got out of the pickup, I asked the guys which one of them was the talent. Erik laughed and said he guessed he was, but they don’t use that term in the Netherlands. https://www.facebook.com/group.php?gid=135639477940

Dennis (or Tyce?) thought Patten may have been Putten, after a town in the Netherlands. He said “Van” means of or from. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Van_(Dutch)

A beautiful day, but sad because we learned that our cousin Mark had a massive stroke two days before. He passed away two days after the reunion. What a nice man, and only 49 years old. We will miss him so much.

But two days later, at the Macnab family reunion at Highland Hills Ranch http://www.highlandhillsranch.com/, I learned that Kevin’s ancestors on his great grandparent’s other side were actually from Petten, on the west coast of Holland.

Highland Hills Ranch

I started Googling all the places I went on my Amsterdam layovers: Hoorn, Edam, Gouda, Zaanstad,etc. The last time I was there it was summer and hot. A pilot friend of mine was going to be there too, and he wanted to go to the beach. So, I agreed, but my flight was late due to weather and I ended up meeting him for dinner instead. It turns out he goes to a nude beach! (Zandvoort) I told him there is no way anyone needs to see me nude at almost fifty years old! Thank goodness my flight was delayed.

So, this morning I was writing about Netherlands on my other blog, Getting There is Half the Fun. I was trying to find the nude beach to remember how to spell it for this blog, and it is just north of Petten. Then I got a popup of gay porn. That was thrilling. Not. And one for Viagra. And it just kept coming. So “Mac Defend” popped up, saying I had 73 viruses. Yikes. Like an idiot I used it to clean up my computer. It was a Trojan, and boy did it get into my system. Then I tried to My phone rang and it was Credit Card Services reporting unusual activity on my Visa. After canceling my card, they suggested I call Apple.

I got a great guy named Lawrence who helped me straighten out my computer. We searched my computer and threw away all kinds of downloads, but I was still getting popups. He said I should be using Safari as my search engine, not Firefox. Firefox is fine for PCs, but Safari is better at warning you when you shouldn’t be somewhere using a Mac. Good to know. I had to trash my Firefox to get rid of the trojans, change all my information, etc. What a hassle.

I asked him about Macs versus PCs, because I thought Macs didn’t get viruses. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Trojan_horse_(computing)

He said PCs can get infected just by opening an email or something innocuous. But you actually have to download something on a Mac to get a trojan, and that only approved download sites should be used, like Apple and Amazon.

Then he sent me an email saying to stay away from trojans and nude beaches!! Yeah, good idea. And stay away from MacDefend and MacShield – at least the versions I was trying to download from unapproved sites were malware.

Remembering my French, Mal means BAD!!!!!!

Go to my other blog for more on Amsterdam and adventures!

Remember your Greek history??? From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia:
This article is about the mythological Trojan Horse. For other uses, see Trojan horse (disambiguation).

Detail from The Procession of the Trojan Horse in Troy byDomenico Tiepolo (1773), inspired by Virgil’s Aeneid

The Trojan Horse is a tale from the Trojan War, as told in Virgil‘s Latin epic poem The Aeneid, also by DionysiusApollodorus and Quintus of Smyrna. The events in this story from the Bronze Age took place after Homer‘s Iliad, and before his Odyssey. It was the stratagem that allowed the Greeks finally to enter the city of Troy and end the conflict.

In one version, after a fruitless 10-year siege, the Greeks constructed a huge wooden horse, and hid a select force of 30 men inside. The Greeks pretended to sail away, and the Trojans pulled the horse into their city as a victory trophy. That night the Greek force crept out of the horse and opened the gates for the rest of the Greek army, which had sailed back under cover of night. The Greek army entered and destroyed the city of Troy, decisively ending the war.

In the Greek tradition, the horse is called Δούρειος Ἵππος, Doúreios Híppos, the “Wooden Horse”, in the Homeric Ionic dialectMetaphorically a “Trojan Horse” has come to mean any trick or stratagem that causes a target to invite a foe into a securely protected bastion or space. It is also associated with“malware” computer programmes presented as useful or harmless to induce the user to install and run them.

I swear I did not Photoshop this!!

Home Sweet Home

Yes I love to travel. But oh, it is good to be home!

I miss my husband, my dogs, my cats, my neighbors and my house.

Favorite Husband, Kevin

My neighbor Trena, and Potter

My Italy wall at my home, sweet home in Oregon!

Sax kitty – Fast Freddy – all grown up 9 years later!! It’s a coyote record!!
Steady Eddy
Vegas, what happens at home while you are in Vegas! Pepper is probably sulking somewhere – weird dog, but we love her.

Oh, and my barn.

The barn fell down while I was gone. Sob. Now what will I use for a backdrop?

Neighbors Clint and Ally in front of my (sob) old barn last month…
I doubt this part will stand much longer, either.

Fire rainbow cirrus clouds above... still beautiful.

I have never seen this cloud formation before.

Now its a lean-to

Built over a hundred years ago, Kevin’s Grandma Bee made everyone promise to never tear it down. I wish she had made her kids promise to keep it up!

By the time we moved here, it was so far gone that there was no fixing it.
I always used it in my photos – graduation photos, Christmas card pictures, sunset and sunrise pictures…no wonder Grandma Bee didn’t want it torn down. It was a part of history.

It’s the place Kevin’s mom was shot as a child playing Cowboys and Indians. Where Uncle Pete had to maul hay.

There was a rope going from the house to the barn in the winter for blizzards, foggy days and dust storms – so you could find your way back and forth after feeding the horses.

Countless memories…my children’s fort…storage for the old two-hole outhouse seat… Colt and Alex’s four wheel track behind it… lots of old trucks were parked around it…the cat’s favorite hangout.

Gone. With the wind.

The old barn in its glory days. Aunt Francis painted this. Phyllis Porter sent it to me.

Building Wind Towers

Looking up toward the future.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CuU0KVJwJNY

http://vimeo.com/12119591

A few years ago, in March of 2007, construction began on Portland General Electric’s (PGE) BIGLOW wind project. By Thanksgiving, Phase one was up and running: 78 Vestas towers were complete.

It took only eight months to build roads, dig holes for the bases, fill them with concrete and rebar, bring the towers and generators in, put them together with a huge crane, and wire them all up to the new PGE substation.

Living in the middle of all the construction was fun. Every night we would walk north or south to see the progress – north to the wind towers being built behind our house and south to the new substation. Sure there were cranes, trucks, pickups and helicopters everywhere – it was like a freeway out here. But it was so interesting that Kevin and I would find ourselves outside, at night, in the snow watching them go up.

The first wind tower on the project...I wasn't here for this one!

First the new BPA transmission line had to be built.

Now these guys can fly!

Easy does it...

Imagine all this in our own backyard! :)

The size of these were incredible lying on the ground.

The size of these were incredible lying on the ground.

Inside the nacelle.

These blades were about 130 feet long!

Another view inside the nacelle.

Another view inside the nacelle.

Of course they had to wait for non-windy days...

All the ladders are attached with magnets so the structure isn't weakened by bolting them on.

All the ladders are attached with magnets so the structure isn't weakened by bolting them on.

My only chance to "climb" the ladder...

My only chance to "climb" the ladder...

Obviously I am mixing towers...the Siemens were in Phase II and III. This is where the blades attach.
Obviously I am mixing towers…the Siemens were in Phase II and III. This is where the blades attach.

The BPA had to string all new lines, and their flying was impressive!

Wind tower base with rebar

All the parts were from different places around the world...China, Vietnam, Denmark, Spain, etc.

All the parts were from different places around the world...China, Vietnam, Denmark, Spain, etc.

Progress!!

The crane operators were impressive, too.

The crane operators were impressive, too.

This Siemen nacelle is the size of a small motorhome. They don't look that large at 300 feet in the air.

This Siemen nacelle is the size of a small motor home. They don't look that large at 300 feet in the air.

The old....

I can’t believe how many people hate wind towers. And hate does not begin to describe the strong feelings against them.

I don’t like the way electrical poles look either…but having electricity sure is nice.

Lovely power lines...necessary to get the energy out, though! Some of them are buried, but BPA was saving money and this field took the hit, making it much harder to farm. But wasting energy hating how things "are" cannot be good for anyone.

Mitch Swecker, Oregon Department of Aviation, claims wind towers are “pincushions for pilots” and that too many have already been built. (Mitch  “manages” the Wasco ‘cropduster’ strip from Salem, OR. I wonder if he even knows where we are?) After four towers were approved and in the process of being built, the FAA (Washington D.C.) decided they were too close to our little Wasco airport pattern. So the FAA revoked the permits and suspended building on the Portland General Electric (PGE) Biglow project, costing Portland General Electric customers $1.3 million for bases and roads so far. (It will cost even more to eventually remove them) Mind you, we have no services at this airport – no fuel, no Fixed Base Operation.

For an airport with minimal traffic that was over-improved with millions of taxpayer dollars to begin with that mainly crop dusters use, this decision is equivalent to the joke about a Masters and Doctorate degrees: more shit piled higher and deeper.

Wasco International (Just kidding...)

And lead-in lights, please???

We need a control tower now...oh, and don't forget to give the controllers and extra hour off according to new FAA regulations. Really? How about 16 hours off for some real sleep. Pilots and controllers don't make good robots.

A survivor! Seriously, I love birds.

The Audubon Society claims the towers kill birds, and the joke around here is “only the stupid ones.”

But, seriously, the environmentalists are walking the fields all the time looking for dead birds…without results. Unless we have fast coyotes that eat them before they are found, there are less dead birds from wind towers than from them hitting pane glass in houses or cars or airplane engines.

I hate killing an animal…or seeing one killed. The pickup in front of me hit a squirrel the other day, and the poor little thing was dead before he hit the ground. But I also know that death is part of life, and the towers are no longer designed as ideal nesting spots. I think the birds used to mistake them for trees, and the baby birds never had a chance.

We have had the Oregon-California Trail Association stopping two of our towers within sight of the trail, a trail that was miles wide in spots and ran right through our county. The agenda of a few people in OCTA is to map and  privatize a walking trail, through private ground, all the way from St. Louis. So, I went to Eugene with John DeMoss to voice my opinion at one of their meetings. I learned that most members present believe both towers and the trail can co-exist. But the men who have a private agenda wrote this in their newsletter:

The 2008 State Historic Preservation Office Heritage Conference was in May. Glenn Harrison and Stafford Hazelett attempted to give reports on the condition of the Oregon Trail in Oregon but were interrupted by representatives of wind energy proponents from Sherman County who deny the existence of the Oregon Trail across Sherman County. Five new sites for inclusion on the National Park Service’s list of High Potential Historic Sites along the Oregon Trail were described.

  NW Trails_Spring 2009

Oregon Trail: Lets pave the whole trail, from St. Louis to the Willamette Valley - the federal government can use their power of eminent domain to appropriate private ground, taking it off the tax base. Oh, wait, who pays for the that?

The next newsletter seemed more balanced:

In the Northwest we face significant challenges resulting from the emphasis on renewable energy in the form of wind farms. The challenge is great: the eastern portions of Oregon and Washington are the location of extensive energy projects (wind turbines and transmission lines) which often coincide with important trail resources. While trail protection is our priority, we must acknowledge the need for energy from these sources. (David Welch)  NW Trails_Fall 2009

We were there for this reenactment of the crossing of the John Day River on the Oregon Trail.

If we had these Indian remains in our fields instead of arrowheads and wagon wheel tracks, I would be protesting!! All I am asking...is give common sense a try.

Archaeological remains of native Americans (arrowheads and cook pots) have stopped other sights, along with people who claim to dislike how the towers look and make them ‘feel’. We have become a society that reacts to the squeaky wheel with too much grease and no common sense.

People complain of health problems: anxiety due to low-frequency noise and toddlers waking up screaming in the middle of the night (Don’t people who are not living near wind projects have these issues, too?)

I think toddlers have always screamed. I am just saying... :)

People claim wind power is too expensive. That it is subsidized by the federal government. Yet, realistically, what kinds of power are not subsidized? Hydropower was subsidized too, when the dams were built. Coal, natural gas, nuclear…. The hope and dream is that, someday, wind and solar will be efficient and clean and viable. We have to start somewhere, and I am excited to be in the middle of a project.

John Day Dam, Columbia River, Oregon

There’s a special on PBS this month called Beyond The Light Switch. I am hopeful that Scientific American’s David Biello will present a balanced view of where we are and where we should go with our energy needs.

BeyondTheLightSwitch.com

Celilo Falls. I wish there were some way to build dams and powerplants without hurting anything or anyone. Someday.

BPA and wind developers are arguing over the “looming problem of too much power from renewables” according to the Oregonian, and they are planning on shutting off the wind power in June and July to use the dams more.

http://www.oregonlive.com/business/index.ssf/2011/04/bpa_wind_developers_argue_over.html

Controversy over wind towers...an ever present storm and certainty.

Our whole grid needs to be updated, so that we can use wind when it is available. Shutting down an entire region of wind farms during the windiest time of the year is ludicrous.

Change is a certainty, not an option.

A storm may be brewing (actually this was a fire!)

Actual wind costs could be closer to 8 - 10 cents per kilowatt-hour, according to Jeff Davis, Wasco Electric COOP. This graph is from their Ruralite magazine.

The new.


What do you do you do all day in the middle of nowhere???     Write! Create!

I swear I did not Photoshop this!!

September 25, 2010: At least the moon is taking the ‘hits’ for us. Look at the dent on the right side!

I live on a wheat ranch in eastern Oregon. The nearest grocery store is forty miles away in The Dalles.

I grew up in Dover, Delaware; Osceola, Indiana; and Gainesville, Florida.                      Go Gators!

Living so far away from cities and neighborhoods and people was a huge transition for me, but now I love it.

Springtime: soft white winter wheat

Mid June the wheat is almost all golden.




The nights here are so dark. And so full of stars! When I sit in my Jacuzzi at night, the view is incredible. You can hear the coyotes howling and the owls hooting. Or you can hear perfect silence.

Walking down the dirt road by my house is always peaceful. The stalks rustle and move in the wind, and when the wheat starts to turn and ripen it smells like you are in a bakery. Deer, antelope and jack rabbits are frequent companions, as well as pheasants and occasional elk.

The sunrises and sunsets are awesome.


We grow soft, white winter wheat. Most of it gets shipped to the Pacific Rim for Asian dumplings. Our wheat isn’t stretchy – that is, it doesn’t have enough “tensile strength” for noodles. I think some of it is used for cake flour, too, but Asia is our largest market. Lately we have been planting wheat with more protein content, so that its use is more versatile.

My father-in-law used to travel extensively for the U.S. Wheat League. He has friends all over the world that I would call while overseas. I remember the lunch his friend from Korea took me out for – wonderful food I would never have tried without him.

We plant in the fall, around mid September if there is enough moisture.

We have three large tractors to plant 4500 acres a year, 9000 total.

We harvest in July and August, usually starting right after our four wheeling trip to the beach for the 4th of July.

I love harvest, even with the long days and heat.

My cousin Karen getting a ride.

Friends come out to ride combines and the hustle and bustle of the time is exciting.

The combine dumps into the bankout wagon, and the bankout wagon dumps into the trucks.

Putting the trucks away after harvest.

My only real job during harvest is to cook dinner and make goodies, so I find the days long and enjoyable. Its fun to go ride the combines, or sit in the truck on the way down to the elevator at the river.

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Rufus, Oregon grain elevator. It is called an elevator because the wheat is offloaded from trucks, then taken up to the top and dumped.

Biggs Junction, Oregon grain elevator

Antelope at sunrise

I love to watch antelope, but farmers hate them. They are the ‘goats’ of the plains, and will eat anything, especially weeds. This sounds like a good problem, until they carry the seeds to clean fields and defecate.

The only “bad” thing about living here is the wind. Sometimes it blows for days. I can’t imagine being in a sod house, or a pioneer cabin where you could hear it day and night. Perhaps that’s why people suffered from “prairie madness”! At least inside my house it’s fairly quiet – even when the wind is howling at 50 mph.

The bad has become good. We now have wind towers, and they will fund our retirement for years to come.

Flying jets uses quite a bit of fuel; now I can “give back” something in the form of alternative energy.

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I’ve found that you have to be careful what you wish for. For years I wanted to “farm the wind.” Now we are. So much for solitude. The holes were dug in May 2007. My front yard used to be wheat: then it became a freeway. Huge semi trucks thundered by at fifty miles an hour. The worst part of the project, for me, was the huge, ugly transmission lines that were built to take the power out. I didn’t think about that part.

Of course, three years later it was all done. Huge white blades slice the sky around my house and now I love to watch them turn. I love how they look – huge propellers that remind me of flying. Its like waking up on a quiet airport. I heard you could hear them, and sometimes when I step outside I can hear the rhythmic swoosh. But it’s not loud, at least not louder than the wind is! It amazes me how many people hate how they look or sound. Compared to coal plants, wind towers are so clean. I know the wind doesn’t blow all the time, but I am amazed by how much it does. I never noticed. What seemed like a breeze is actually enough to power the turbines. They turn at 7 mph and produce power at 9 mph. Naysayers claim that they only produce power 33% of the time, but hey, that’s 33% more than nothing!

If you want to see more about our wind project, you can go to www.roadtobiglow.com Kevin and Colt are even on the video – if you click on the silo it goes to “Old MacDonald had a Farm” except its old McCullough’s…. Don’t even try to power up the Biglow site unless you have fast high-speed internet. It takes an incredible amount of juice, or it “streams” like crazy!!!

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The old...

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The new!

Paradise.

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