Haswell, Colorado

Ron took this photo. I like it because illustrates our experience of Haswell Colorado. Most of the crop that we cut there was drought stricken. Compared to the dense wheat of Texas, Kansas and Oklahoma, the land was desolate.

An east-west railway line divides the town. Everything south of the line has been in drought for several years. Amazingly, they just don’t get much rain on that side of the tracks.

Flies were about the only animals left living on the land and they were pissed off about it. They had a manic intensity about them. They’d assemble in a pack, surround you and then bite, often forcing a retreat into the truck.

The crop being so light, it took ages to fill a truck (a whole day in one case). For me, it was a great time to catch up on sleep, read, takes some pics. We’d been running pretty hard the previous five weeks, so the rest was welcome.