Hey! It's Time for Hay!

Even though the calendar says May, if we're hauling hay then summer is here.  This year it was a new field....waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay up on Maple Grove (re: hills between Scotts Mills and Molalla, no cell service and all beautiful nature).  

We caravanned up there: 3 white pickups, 1 blue pickup, and 1 purplish-brownish-reddish minivan.  With two pizzas and a jug of water.  As we wound our way towards Scotts Mills, I couldn't help but think of all the movie scenes where the FBI or Secret Service are driving somewhere in long lines of black SUVs.  It was kind of like that.  Except a bit more Nitty Gritty.

(video goes here...one day)

After passing through town we climbed up, up, up.  And when we rounded the final bend, the sky opened up and a huge golden field, studded with bales of hay, lay before us.  Towering fir trees bordered the field and sky.  Thunderstorms were a possibility in the forecast and I hoped that once we were back, and the hay was in the barn, that the skies would let loose.  Alas they did not. Still a gorgeous night though.

When you're hauling hay as a kid, you have two jobs: 1. Stay out of the way and, 2. Get the bales lined up for the haulers.  

If you're Greg, your job is to be....well...Greg.

(at some point I'll figure out how to insert video here too)

The haulers weren't going to eat until we got back (re: after 8:00 pm) so we grabbed a couple large pies to keep the junior haulers from getting too hangry.  With the air thick and the energy high, it was needed.

Lauren was instantly in love with the farm pups.  And Ethan's son, Henry, got a full dose of Fenn.  I hear he's recovering well.

One of the best things about farming is that while it's hard work...

It's also friendly work.

And sometimes silly work.

But it's definitely farm work.

And somehow, after all the hauling, there's still enough energy for chasing in the field and joy-riding in the grapes.

Oh...and unloading the loads.

All in all it was a successful haul.  And a good night.