This morning began on the chilly side. Jamie texted me early to tell me it was supposed to be 100 degrees at home today. It was 50 degrees when we woke up this morning in Jordan. As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, we spent the night in the Garfield Motel. Waking up to the smell of coffee brewing has got to be one of my favorite ways to wake up! The owner of the motel didn’t know that, but she sure made my day when I smelled it! Our room was on the upper floor – the coffee brewing was on the main floor directly below us.

I took  pictures of main street Jordan for my brothers and Dad. I thought they’d enjoy seeing what Jordan looks like 30 years later. Yep, it’s been 30 years, guys, since we came to Jordan the first time. It hasn’t changed much.

The laundromat – we used to spend a lot of time here, huh, girls!

The new swimming pool

Main Street looking West.

                  The North side of Main. The building with the blue top was Ewy’s Dept. Store. It’s now the hardware store. Next to it is the fire               station and then the pharmacy.

The Pioneer Garage

  The South side of Main…featuring the Rancher’s Bar, the Hell Creek Bar and Ryan’s Grocery.

The Post Office

This used to be the place to hang out…the Snack Shack. Lori Morgan even stopped here with her tour bus once.

We had several things that needed to be taken care of before we could finally hit the road and head this train south. One of the first things we did was pay a bill at the local auto repair shop and then settle up with our farmer. We headed out to Charlie’s house (the farmer) and kept him way longer than we should have. About 10:30, he told us he had given some thought to going to an auction that was near Billings this a.m. I asked him what time the auction was supposed to start – 10:00. Shoot! Well, I don’t know if he felt bad about not going or not but Jim and I sure enjoyed sitting there and talking to him! It’ll be a year before we’ll get to do that again. Thanks, Charlie, for giving us an excuse to come back to Jordan this year!! Sorry the weather didn’t cooperate for ya…NEXT YEAR!

Next scheduled “must do” was to go to the meat locker and pick up the hamburger and the few roasts we haul home with us every year. You may think we’re crazy for hauling meat 1,000 miles in coolers in the back of Frank. However, you WILL NOT find a better place to get meat than Jordan, MT! Ryan’s locker/grocery has the BEST selection of meat you’ll ever find. I’m not sure how or why it’s so much better than anywhere else but I do know this, when my hamburger supply runs out it’s tough finding anything to match the quality of Ryan’s meats!

Next, we headed back to the trailer court. Jim had to make some adjustments to the power box on the pole when we got to Jordan the first time. So, he had to go back and finish the job he started then. While we were there, I took a few pictures of our home while we stay in Jordan.

                                                                                                                 Notice the clothes line???

This is the only remaining stump of a line of Russian Olive trees that used to run east and west on the south end of the trailer court. Why is this so important? When Jamie and Jenna were little and we spent a lot of time here, those trees became the girls’ imaginary “homes”. They had a ball in those trees! I remember Jenna making bird houses out of boxes or milk cartons and hanging them in the trees. Those trees provided those two girls and their friends entertainment every year until they got too big to play in them.

Today, this stump and this empty trailer court left me feeling sentimental and longing for the days when it seemed like there was just too much to do! My goodness I was busy then and remember thinking how stressful it all was. Trying to make sure the guys were fed in the field, the kids were taken care of, the laundry was kept up, etc.  I walked around that court today remembering the little things. The girls getting ready for school and Jim taking them if the weather was bad. Most of the time, they’d either walk or ride their bikes. The mornings when after a rain, we’d be really looking forward to sleeping in and Tom would come pound on the door and get us out of bed for coffee. The girls’ friends stopping by the trailer constantly. Jordan being a pup and how many times she’d entertain other crews with her ability to catch frisbees or climb trees. Oh, my goodness – it was a day of going down memory lane, that’s for sure! The first time we parked in that trailer court was in 1981 – 30 years ago!

It was well past lunch time by then. We’d finished all our little extras, had a nice visit with Charlie and decided we’d head up to the Hilltop Cafe and get something to eat before heading out. Sat down, ordered and was just getting ready to eat when who should show up but Tom, Kenny and their hay hauling crew. We ended up sitting there longer than we ever expected visiting with them. It was nice feeling like we had time to do this now that the push of getting wheat cut and moving on up the road was over. No push to get home and no set schedule to meet today.

Finally, we are headed down the road! Jim radios me and says he guesses we’ll stop in Miles City and top off the trucks with diesel fuel. This should get us to Valentine, NE without having to stop for fuel again. So, we pulled into the gas station, fueled both the trucks up and went in to get our receipts. We ran into yet another friend who we hadn’t seen yet this season. We ended up standing in the aisle of the store for over an hour visiting with Larry. As Jim said, “this was a day of visiting”. Yep, it certainly was a day of visiting – something that we don’t take the time to do nearly enough!

Needless to say, we didn’t get down the road very far tonight. We’re parked in an empty lot across from the Broadus weigh station for the night. It’s chilly but it sure beats trying to sleep in this trailer when it’s really hot. I’m feeling the harvest “let down” again tonight. I wonder if this happens to anyone besides me? It’s really tough when you’re headed home and you still see other crews still out there in the fields or parked in trailer courts. I feel like I’m leaving my best friend behind. I’m sure once we get farther down the road and harvest is completely in the rearview mirror, it will get easier. From here on out, when I see a loaded combine, I’ll get excited because it’ll be a part of the world I’ve left behind…for a little while.

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