After a few long days half of the fir screening field has been planted. The many hours working at ground level has inspired my knees, back, and several other assorted muscles to stage a protest. In short, I hurt. But it’s a good kind of hurt, the kind that lets you know you’ve accomplished something.
As dusk settled over Rock Springs this evening I took this picture:
Next week planting the second half is on the agenda. Then we flood the field and see who survives.