I had a great week last week visiting my sisters, brother-in-law, and niece in Phoenix for Thanksgiving, which seems to be the usual time of year I go there anymore. Our parents flew down as well and enjoyed being on vacation from the early Montana winter.
The week was a typical family gathering, with lots of time centered around Elayna in any number of situations. We saw the progress of ACE's new house in northern Phoenix, saw Lic's boyfriend Brian do stand-up comedy, enjoyed the sunshine, shopped, watched football, ate, and generally enjoyed being together.
Thanksgiving day was well-spent at ACE's house with good wine and a meal that could have been beaten by no restaurant. ACE, Lic, Brian, Mom, Dad, and I were joined by Lic and Brian's friend Mike and Court's friend Deana, who both provided very good stories and company. As is becoming tradition in the Kellum household, we all went bowling after dinner in an entirely empty Dave and Buster's. It's always a good laugh, and makes you feel slightly better about yourself after eating so much. So good in fact, that you're ready for more when you get home.
The few days I was there were too short, as always. I hadn't seen Licia in almost a year, and ACE in four months. I'll see Lic at Christmas, but sadly don't know when I'll see Court, Aaron, and Elayna again. I may have to take advantage of the Des Moines-Phoenix direct flight again soon.
Work has been entertaining. The two design engineer, one technician mower group has grown to three design engineers, one technician, and a project engineer in charge of the group in the last couple months. More is on the plate for the group as a whole, but my responsibilities are largely the same. Our office building is getting a massive addition, and the other design engineers and I were forced to temporarily move to the engineering manager's office. Quarters are a little tight, and feel a little like a dorm room, but I can't complain.
I'll be heading to Lely, our partner company, either right before Christmas or in mid-January, to meet a few more of the people we work with, see how they do things, and watch them build a few machines. I'll be going with my boss and possibly his boss. Lely is in Maasluis, Holland, and it'll be my first trip to mainland Europe. Stories forthcoming!
I'll be headed back to Montana for Christmas, likely for about a week. I'll be driving back to haul a few things and to have my winter gear handy, to avoid the holiday airport cheer, and to make my schedule more flexible, with weather in mind. I would love to see any and all while I'm back, so be in touch!
11/27/12
10/15/12
Home for Branding
I thought up the idea back in August to go home for branding in October, an event I've missed once or maybe twice in the last eighteen years or so. I took the week off preceding it for vacation.
I got into Bozeman by 10:15am the morning of the 6th after getting up at 2:30 MT time, so I fortified myself with a quick nap at my aunt and uncle's. I started rounding people up right away, first off Mr Larry Lee, whom I hadn't seen since January, Jami Lee, and her baby boy, (the Wee Lee) Foster. I poked my head into a ceilidh put on by Tom Robison, where I did some visiting but did not play. I wandered Bozeman the rest of the evening and ran into many Bozeman and Townsend buddies.
My uncle Jim builds his own drift boats, and Sunday happened to be the day for the first launch of his newest. He and I successfully rowed around the Bozeman beach on a lovely afternoon. From there I caught a couple hours of tunes and catching up with long-time sessioneers and friends Dave Zimmerman, Simon Dixon, Mark and Jane Schlentz, and Dick Abrams.
I went home Monday. Stopping in to see my mom as I always do, I met an Australian and his son who live in Peru but were on holiday in Montana. I'd passed through his hometown of Toowoomba once, and we chatted some about our travels.
As was expected, most of the rest of the week was filled by ranch work and Vermeer work of various kinds. I got away enough to see people I wanted to, including Lane Gobbs, Dan Boyce, Tory Gillespie, and most of the Helena session crowd at the amazing Natalie McMaster concert at the Myrna Loy.
The only downer of the week was the trip to the vet with my old dog Walker, where I was told a growth on his ear is lymphoma. Treatment would need to be extensive and is likely not in the cards for 10-year-old Walker. He's as sweet as ever and is actually still quite spry. He shows the usual signs of age, but is actually doing better than he could be after his multiple brushes with death and preference for life on the edge, bless him.
The only downer of the week was the trip to the vet with my old dog Walker, where I was told a growth on his ear is lymphoma. Treatment would need to be extensive and is likely not in the cards for 10-year-old Walker. He's as sweet as ever and is actually still quite spry. He shows the usual signs of age, but is actually doing better than he could be after his multiple brushes with death and preference for life on the edge, bless him.
Branding was Saturday and went very smoothly with a massive crew. I ran the calf table as I've done for several years now. Many thanks to the four Lees for making the trip from Belgrade and Missoula, Stan and Chris Hohn, Kenny Poe, Dick Pale, Lindsay Klouser, her friend Pilar, and of course Chris and Jim for all they do.
I had a quiet last evening in Boze afterward, and was happy to see fellow traveler Tanya Smith again. A relaxing morning and early afternoon topped off the trip before the drive to the airport and uneventful flights back to Iowa.
Before any trip home, I always have grand plans about seeing a million people and doing so many things, then throughout the trip I worry about wasting any time at all, that I should be doing more. I need to grasp the idea that I am seeing enough people and doing enough stuff, and to appreciate everyone's time that they give me while I'm back. I had a grand time this round, and thank any and all for wanting to catch up. Branding isn't even work to me, it's just the best excuse to go home I could come up with.
9/18/12
Iowa State Fair, start of fall
I'm not really sure whether the last month or so has been really busy or completely dead. I've kept more or less occupied, but then I'll have these long bits of boredom when I don't do much besides watch TV.
The ten-day Iowa State Fair was in the middle of August, and I went both weekends. Friends from work were with me both times, so we took in as much as we could, including but not limited to: corn dogs, miniature horse carriage shows, life-size butter cows, gyros, ice cream, big bulls, one-man-bands, draft horses, llamas, mullets, $10 quarts of beer, antique tractors, new stock trailers, double bacon corn dogs with maple syrup, fiddle and banjo contests, and stationary engines. It's been a month so I've probably forgotten a couple things. The banjo contest was won by an acquaintance from the sessions who hadn't even brought his banjo; he borrowed one from another competitor and entered the contest on a lark. He had brought his fiddle for that contest, and offered to loan it to me if I wanted to enter. I had just come to watch and hadn't even thought about playing as my bow was at a fiddle shop getting rehaired. I considered it for less than a minute, but declined. After I bought my corn dog wrapped in bacon and fried again, a stranger sitting on the curb advised me to pour maple syrup on it. Realizing I had nothing to lose, I obliged, and was delighted. I avoided carnies at all times.
I still ride my bike around to stretch my legs out a couple times a week, but haven't been very adventurous about it of late. I should be encouraged by the cooler temperatures, but still need motivation.
It's started to feel a bit like fall here. Some leaves are dropping, but they've looked a little haggard most of the dry, hot summer anyway. Like I said, temperatures are cooler, 70s and 80s during the day, as low as into the 40s at night. The first frost is supposedly a ways out yet.
I've done a little riding the last couple weeks with Jesse Munk and Tyler Schiferl, engineers I work with from Minnesota and Nebraska. Both start colts and train horses during the warmer months and are far and away much handier than I am, so I'll learn whatever they'll teach me. They haven't put me on anything too tough yet. Jesse also had a small bunch of ewes and lambs this spring and summer. I went with him two weekends ago to watch his lambs sell at the livestock yards in Colfax, about a half hour away.
I had no plans Labor Day weekend, so I called Jesse to see what projects he had going. He, his wife, and two young girls were on their way to visit his parents in Austin, Minnesota for their family's Labor Day tradition of learning about a country, and he invited me along. I was happy to be away for even a day, so I thank the Munks for their hospitality and welcoming attitude.
Tyler and his wife Jamie have also invited me to a couple very musical get-togethers at their house, and I was more than happy to provide my little bit of musicality. I get a little lost in the contemporary stuff and usually just wind up listening, but it's great stuff to listen to. I'm convinced the Schiferls have the prettiest spot in Iowa.
The ten-day Iowa State Fair was in the middle of August, and I went both weekends. Friends from work were with me both times, so we took in as much as we could, including but not limited to: corn dogs, miniature horse carriage shows, life-size butter cows, gyros, ice cream, big bulls, one-man-bands, draft horses, llamas, mullets, $10 quarts of beer, antique tractors, new stock trailers, double bacon corn dogs with maple syrup, fiddle and banjo contests, and stationary engines. It's been a month so I've probably forgotten a couple things. The banjo contest was won by an acquaintance from the sessions who hadn't even brought his banjo; he borrowed one from another competitor and entered the contest on a lark. He had brought his fiddle for that contest, and offered to loan it to me if I wanted to enter. I had just come to watch and hadn't even thought about playing as my bow was at a fiddle shop getting rehaired. I considered it for less than a minute, but declined. After I bought my corn dog wrapped in bacon and fried again, a stranger sitting on the curb advised me to pour maple syrup on it. Realizing I had nothing to lose, I obliged, and was delighted. I avoided carnies at all times.
I still ride my bike around to stretch my legs out a couple times a week, but haven't been very adventurous about it of late. I should be encouraged by the cooler temperatures, but still need motivation.
It's started to feel a bit like fall here. Some leaves are dropping, but they've looked a little haggard most of the dry, hot summer anyway. Like I said, temperatures are cooler, 70s and 80s during the day, as low as into the 40s at night. The first frost is supposedly a ways out yet.
I've done a little riding the last couple weeks with Jesse Munk and Tyler Schiferl, engineers I work with from Minnesota and Nebraska. Both start colts and train horses during the warmer months and are far and away much handier than I am, so I'll learn whatever they'll teach me. They haven't put me on anything too tough yet. Jesse also had a small bunch of ewes and lambs this spring and summer. I went with him two weekends ago to watch his lambs sell at the livestock yards in Colfax, about a half hour away.
I had no plans Labor Day weekend, so I called Jesse to see what projects he had going. He, his wife, and two young girls were on their way to visit his parents in Austin, Minnesota for their family's Labor Day tradition of learning about a country, and he invited me along. I was happy to be away for even a day, so I thank the Munks for their hospitality and welcoming attitude.
Tyler and his wife Jamie have also invited me to a couple very musical get-togethers at their house, and I was more than happy to provide my little bit of musicality. I get a little lost in the contemporary stuff and usually just wind up listening, but it's great stuff to listen to. I'm convinced the Schiferls have the prettiest spot in Iowa.
8/7/12
Super Deluxe Ham and Cheese
Here's just a quick update on my scattered recent doings and a little retrospective after hitting my six-month mark in Iowa.
The only trip for work I've had was a quick run up to a prototype in western Wisconsin in mid-July. Swinging through a farm technology show on the same trip was a possibility, but we had waited too long for parts. It had rained that week, so there wouldn't be any hay equipment demos anyway.
Work is going well, generally. I feel more or less useful, depending on the day. I've been doing some design work on new machines, designing a couple aftermarket kits for mowers already in production, scrapping a few no-longer-needed machines, and some cutting. One week when Eric and Stu were both gone, Henry, a Vermeer veteran of 43 years, and I scrapped two mowers. Temps happened to be over 100 all week, and 108 on Wednesday, so it was a rough one, yet I still spent more time out in the shop instead of in the office than was probably necessary. The cutting I've done has been little bits of third cutting alfalfa usually within a few miles of factory. The exception was a 50-acre CRP piece I cut out on Friday. It took almost two hours to road the tractor and mower to the field. It doesn't make much sense why I didn't just leave the mower there and let the owner cut it all, but I was told to cut it out. My map was out of date, so one fence I needed to use as a guide was gone and I was supposed to stay off one hill. I can remember one rougher field I've cut in the last ten years and that piece was so rough I cut about twenty acres and refused to go back in it again. This one had bone dry slues that were deep enough to bottom out the two-point arms on the mower hitch, was filled with gopher mounds, was just all around tough, steep ground. I got tired of hitting my head on the ceiling of the tractor going less than 3 mph. I love making hay, but I didn't envy Walker and Henry having to rake and bale that field.
I've been playing sand volleyball about once a week with some people I've met round and about town. Most of them are either Central College students or alums. It's been a good way to stretch my legs out a bit, and has surprisingly not gotten overly competitive despite the Olympics.
My twelve pepper plants have been going nuts. The six jalapenos are pretty spindly and only produced a handful of very weak peppers, but my chilis are the complete opposite; so far, I've picked 20 jalapenos and more than 90 pleasantly hot chilis, with lots more coming. I've been eating a lot of them, drying a few, and giving a good portion to neighbors and coworkers. Besides adding them to Mexican foods, eggs, and other conventional spice-appropriate foods, I've tried them in all kinds of sandwiches, most notably a ham, cheese, and raspberry jelly sandwich. I also liked my berry chili smoothie, but probably won't sell many people on it. I may have also accidentally gotten Hank the cat hooked on them. His curiosity got to him when I left some drying chilis out one night. Tyler found him batting one around, biting into it as cats do when they play, then getting angry and biting it more because of the heat. He must not have learned from his mistake because we often find him snitching peppers whenever he has a chance.
I went to a rodeo in southern Iowa a couple weekends ago with Jacob Beck, a product specialist intern from Oklahoma whose dad is also a dealer. It was a good time and fun to see, and I'll try to find one more before summer's over, even though Iowa isn't really cowboy country. A good buddy from MSU swung through the same weekend, heading back to Miles City after quitting a rather stressful year as a test engineer for Case New Holland in Pennsylvania. I had helped him get the job.
I've ventured up to Des Moines a couple times and have had some good times there. I haven't played in a session in about a month. That scene is quite different from my favorite Montana sessions, with several players using sheet music the whole night, and only one other young player. He is also the only person who can or does string together more than one tune. I get along with the young guy well, who plays fiddle, button box, and banjo, and we share many sentiments about session playing. I've learned several of the DM tunes, but tend to not play most of the tunes I know because I'd be the only one playing them and don't want to make it look like an open-mic. There is the peculiar aspect of one of the two venues being a Lebanese restaurant with a Russian ballerina-belly dancer doing her thing during the Irish session; it all seems like violent mishmash of cultures. Aside from all this, they don't start til 8:30 or 9, so I drive a total of two hours to downtown DM and back with a little more than an hour to play if I want to be in bed by a reasonable hour, which I should because they play on Tuesdays. I may go back occasionally, but for the most part it's not my cup of tea.
After six months, I'm seeming to settle in a bit more. The three other recent engineering hires and I get along pretty well and do stuff together often. I've gotten to know the bike mechanic I bought my bike from in May. He's from Mexico but has spent about half his life in the States, and a good fraction traveling. He was in the Middle East for some time, and came back to Iowa via southeast Asia and a tour of several American cities. He really reminds me of the kind of person Larry Lee would get along with very well. Tyler and I still get along well. I'm pretty friendly with a few neighbors, including some Indians who like to give me curry. Unfortunately, they aren't impressed with my chilis. One neighbor has family in Red Lodge and Lewistown, and we talk about Montana often. He has yet to notice I flipped over his Griz hitch cover.
The only trip for work I've had was a quick run up to a prototype in western Wisconsin in mid-July. Swinging through a farm technology show on the same trip was a possibility, but we had waited too long for parts. It had rained that week, so there wouldn't be any hay equipment demos anyway.
Work is going well, generally. I feel more or less useful, depending on the day. I've been doing some design work on new machines, designing a couple aftermarket kits for mowers already in production, scrapping a few no-longer-needed machines, and some cutting. One week when Eric and Stu were both gone, Henry, a Vermeer veteran of 43 years, and I scrapped two mowers. Temps happened to be over 100 all week, and 108 on Wednesday, so it was a rough one, yet I still spent more time out in the shop instead of in the office than was probably necessary. The cutting I've done has been little bits of third cutting alfalfa usually within a few miles of factory. The exception was a 50-acre CRP piece I cut out on Friday. It took almost two hours to road the tractor and mower to the field. It doesn't make much sense why I didn't just leave the mower there and let the owner cut it all, but I was told to cut it out. My map was out of date, so one fence I needed to use as a guide was gone and I was supposed to stay off one hill. I can remember one rougher field I've cut in the last ten years and that piece was so rough I cut about twenty acres and refused to go back in it again. This one had bone dry slues that were deep enough to bottom out the two-point arms on the mower hitch, was filled with gopher mounds, was just all around tough, steep ground. I got tired of hitting my head on the ceiling of the tractor going less than 3 mph. I love making hay, but I didn't envy Walker and Henry having to rake and bale that field.
I've been playing sand volleyball about once a week with some people I've met round and about town. Most of them are either Central College students or alums. It's been a good way to stretch my legs out a bit, and has surprisingly not gotten overly competitive despite the Olympics.
My twelve pepper plants have been going nuts. The six jalapenos are pretty spindly and only produced a handful of very weak peppers, but my chilis are the complete opposite; so far, I've picked 20 jalapenos and more than 90 pleasantly hot chilis, with lots more coming. I've been eating a lot of them, drying a few, and giving a good portion to neighbors and coworkers. Besides adding them to Mexican foods, eggs, and other conventional spice-appropriate foods, I've tried them in all kinds of sandwiches, most notably a ham, cheese, and raspberry jelly sandwich. I also liked my berry chili smoothie, but probably won't sell many people on it. I may have also accidentally gotten Hank the cat hooked on them. His curiosity got to him when I left some drying chilis out one night. Tyler found him batting one around, biting into it as cats do when they play, then getting angry and biting it more because of the heat. He must not have learned from his mistake because we often find him snitching peppers whenever he has a chance.
I went to a rodeo in southern Iowa a couple weekends ago with Jacob Beck, a product specialist intern from Oklahoma whose dad is also a dealer. It was a good time and fun to see, and I'll try to find one more before summer's over, even though Iowa isn't really cowboy country. A good buddy from MSU swung through the same weekend, heading back to Miles City after quitting a rather stressful year as a test engineer for Case New Holland in Pennsylvania. I had helped him get the job.
I've ventured up to Des Moines a couple times and have had some good times there. I haven't played in a session in about a month. That scene is quite different from my favorite Montana sessions, with several players using sheet music the whole night, and only one other young player. He is also the only person who can or does string together more than one tune. I get along with the young guy well, who plays fiddle, button box, and banjo, and we share many sentiments about session playing. I've learned several of the DM tunes, but tend to not play most of the tunes I know because I'd be the only one playing them and don't want to make it look like an open-mic. There is the peculiar aspect of one of the two venues being a Lebanese restaurant with a Russian ballerina-belly dancer doing her thing during the Irish session; it all seems like violent mishmash of cultures. Aside from all this, they don't start til 8:30 or 9, so I drive a total of two hours to downtown DM and back with a little more than an hour to play if I want to be in bed by a reasonable hour, which I should because they play on Tuesdays. I may go back occasionally, but for the most part it's not my cup of tea.
After six months, I'm seeming to settle in a bit more. The three other recent engineering hires and I get along pretty well and do stuff together often. I've gotten to know the bike mechanic I bought my bike from in May. He's from Mexico but has spent about half his life in the States, and a good fraction traveling. He was in the Middle East for some time, and came back to Iowa via southeast Asia and a tour of several American cities. He really reminds me of the kind of person Larry Lee would get along with very well. Tyler and I still get along well. I'm pretty friendly with a few neighbors, including some Indians who like to give me curry. Unfortunately, they aren't impressed with my chilis. One neighbor has family in Red Lodge and Lewistown, and we talk about Montana often. He has yet to notice I flipped over his Griz hitch cover.
7/11/12
First solo company outings and July 4th in MT
I was finally set loose from the office again after almost three months. I traveled to western Nebraska and central Missouri to install kits I designed on two mowers belonging to customers. They aren't something we have time to thoroughly test in Pella, and they aren't critical enough to make or break a day or even a season in the field for the customers, so sending them out is the way to go. Those two trips were also my first time on my own doing whatever I had to do, so that felt like a rite of passage.
I covered 1250 miles or so over three days. Both customers were a pleasure to work with, especially the one in Nebraska, who ran a thirty section (20,000 acre) family-owned outfit. He was definitely a cowboy, maintained a fine mustache, and kept his boots outside his pant legs. He sent some riders out to gather while I was there, and told them they'd be a couple short; a pair had been struck by lightning during the night. I don't believe there had been any rain.
Western Nebraska has a landscape similar to eastern Montana, which makes sense. It's cow country with lots of pivots, the first wheat I'd seen in months, and open grassland. Missouri is rolly and has plenty of corn and hay ground with timber along the bottom lands, very similar to southern Iowa.
I got back from Missouri Friday afternoon, and flew on standby generally west early Saturday morning. I'd gotten the ticket as a buddy pass from a good friend who happens to be a SkyWest pilot. Corey and Tiffany McBain had their first wedding anniversary in Coeur d'Alene, and wanted as much of the wedding party to camp with them by the lake. I wound up flying into Kalispell, rode with Mackenzie to Missoula where we met Scott Ervin, then drove to Coeur d'Alene. It was great to see the McBains and my other friends from Seattle who also came out!
We drove back to Zoo on Sunday, where my dad and grandma met me. After the drive home, my total for the week was right around 2000 miles. The rest of the week was spent on the ranch, working on the swather and on balers because I'm apparently now an expert, moving sheep and cows, and most importantly, spending time with my parents, grandma, aunt and uncle, Courtney and Aaron who were back for a quick vacation, and my silly little niece. I was thrilled when she enthusiastically hugged me after I first got home, but then she kept thinking I was trying to "get her" and we were trapped in a squealing game of tag the rest of the trip.
We had a great barbecue on the 4th, complete with Aaron's sister Allison from Missoula and neighbor Katy Peterson (sorry to blow your cover Katy). I introduced everyone to my favorite Bozeman-flavored yard game, ski pole frisbee, which Elayna loved. Watching E get into the fireworks was a riot.
I didn't take my fiddle home this time, but went to Riley's in Helena anyway. Will lent me his fiddle for a couple tunes and I visited with several Townsend buddies and Mr Dan Boyce. One of my favorite parts of this trip was catching up with so many friends and neighbors. I did plenty of that, and could have spent much more time doing it.
Kenzie came down Thursday night. We hiked around the ranch Friday morning and spent time with ACE the rest of the day. She took me to Bozeman and the airport on Saturday. As we were eating La Parilla burritos, strolling around downtown, and laying in the grass in one of the parks, I was kicking myself for not making more time to be in Bozeman. Of all the places I've been, Bozeman in the summer is one of the best. The festive "let's go adventure" atmosphere and the ample opportunities, the bizarre mix of people who are all generally friendly, the trees along the streets so heavily leafed out that they create corridors, the mountains with snow on them in July, the sunny 80 degree air. And that's just a typical afternoon; things like Music on Main just sweeten the deal. I may just have to see if I can connive or contrive my way back there one more time before summer's over. For now I'm back in Iowa, looking at more time in the office, at least one trip to Wisconsin for a farm show, a possible trip to Canada, and certainly some field time in the Iowa humidity, such as it is in this dry year.
I covered 1250 miles or so over three days. Both customers were a pleasure to work with, especially the one in Nebraska, who ran a thirty section (20,000 acre) family-owned outfit. He was definitely a cowboy, maintained a fine mustache, and kept his boots outside his pant legs. He sent some riders out to gather while I was there, and told them they'd be a couple short; a pair had been struck by lightning during the night. I don't believe there had been any rain.
Western Nebraska has a landscape similar to eastern Montana, which makes sense. It's cow country with lots of pivots, the first wheat I'd seen in months, and open grassland. Missouri is rolly and has plenty of corn and hay ground with timber along the bottom lands, very similar to southern Iowa.
I got back from Missouri Friday afternoon, and flew on standby generally west early Saturday morning. I'd gotten the ticket as a buddy pass from a good friend who happens to be a SkyWest pilot. Corey and Tiffany McBain had their first wedding anniversary in Coeur d'Alene, and wanted as much of the wedding party to camp with them by the lake. I wound up flying into Kalispell, rode with Mackenzie to Missoula where we met Scott Ervin, then drove to Coeur d'Alene. It was great to see the McBains and my other friends from Seattle who also came out!
We drove back to Zoo on Sunday, where my dad and grandma met me. After the drive home, my total for the week was right around 2000 miles. The rest of the week was spent on the ranch, working on the swather and on balers because I'm apparently now an expert, moving sheep and cows, and most importantly, spending time with my parents, grandma, aunt and uncle, Courtney and Aaron who were back for a quick vacation, and my silly little niece. I was thrilled when she enthusiastically hugged me after I first got home, but then she kept thinking I was trying to "get her" and we were trapped in a squealing game of tag the rest of the trip.
We had a great barbecue on the 4th, complete with Aaron's sister Allison from Missoula and neighbor Katy Peterson (sorry to blow your cover Katy). I introduced everyone to my favorite Bozeman-flavored yard game, ski pole frisbee, which Elayna loved. Watching E get into the fireworks was a riot.
I didn't take my fiddle home this time, but went to Riley's in Helena anyway. Will lent me his fiddle for a couple tunes and I visited with several Townsend buddies and Mr Dan Boyce. One of my favorite parts of this trip was catching up with so many friends and neighbors. I did plenty of that, and could have spent much more time doing it.
Kenzie came down Thursday night. We hiked around the ranch Friday morning and spent time with ACE the rest of the day. She took me to Bozeman and the airport on Saturday. As we were eating La Parilla burritos, strolling around downtown, and laying in the grass in one of the parks, I was kicking myself for not making more time to be in Bozeman. Of all the places I've been, Bozeman in the summer is one of the best. The festive "let's go adventure" atmosphere and the ample opportunities, the bizarre mix of people who are all generally friendly, the trees along the streets so heavily leafed out that they create corridors, the mountains with snow on them in July, the sunny 80 degree air. And that's just a typical afternoon; things like Music on Main just sweeten the deal. I may just have to see if I can connive or contrive my way back there one more time before summer's over. For now I'm back in Iowa, looking at more time in the office, at least one trip to Wisconsin for a farm show, a possible trip to Canada, and certainly some field time in the Iowa humidity, such as it is in this dry year.
6/9/12
Summertime in Pella
This is the longest stretch I've had without leaving Iowa since I've been here, so I don't have any travel stories to relate, but I figured I better post an update on my doings. It's definitely summer in Pella. With the exception of a day or two around rain storms, it's been unusually dry here, feeling much like Montana.
I've worked in the office on various projects in the last month. I've also been sent out a few times to cut hay for Vermeer employees who own ground but don't own mowers or who offered their hay for testing purposes. One such person happened to be a Vermeer VP, but I didn't actually meet him. An enhancement engineer had me out at his place to run a baler and rake that I hadn't ever run before. I put up all of about five ton of hay in an afternoon, so it wasn't anything very strenuous. I helped a baler engineer move a few cows (four pairs, look out) around Memorial Day weekend, and was nice to be around them again. Similar to Ireland, cattle farmers here are staggered by huge Montana acreages and cattle head counts, and the CX isn't big by Montana standards.
The end of school has brought in a crop of freshly graduated full-time new-hires and interns. Not that I'm terribly high up or anything, but I enjoy no longer being on the dead bottom of the totem pole. I've spent some time with almost all of them so far, and they seem like a fun bunch. One intern is another dealer's son from Oklahoma, and a directional drilling intern is yet another dealer's son, this one from Wyoming.
Lately, I've been trying to get outside as much as possible. The weather has been unbeatable. The apartment complex finally opened its pool, though I've only been in it once. I bought a bike last Sunday and have put about thirty miles on it so far, riding around town and on the trail down to the Des Moines river. There are lots of trails down by the river and dam that I'll be out and about on throughout the summer.
I will be home for the week of the 4th, via Spokane for an anniversary party for Corey and Tiffany McBain the weekend before. ACE will also be home early in the week, so I will be thrilled to see them, along with my parents of course. I will do my best to make my rounds and see as many people as possible, and I won't be happy if it isn't hectic!
5/9/12
MSU Graduation
I haven't had much for adventures lately as far as work goes. I've been in the office for four weeks (I think), doing designery stuff. I've spent some time back in the shop doing this and that as ordered, and an afternoon cutting rye, but most of my time is spent at my desk working on various things in SolidWorks, a modeling/CAD program. This daily grind does indeed begin to grind. I've been here three and a half months and still spend a lot of time trying to not do something stupid. Whether it's legitimate fear or not, I still worry.
My big excitement lately though was my much-too-quick trip back to Bozeman last weekend for MSU graduation, in which my girlfriend Mackenzie walked. I flew in on Friday morning, met Mike and Jami Lee's new baby boy Foster, and met Kenzie's parents, brother, and grandparents. The ceremony was Saturday, and was glad to see some friends from the Flathead, along with more Bozeman friends than I expected. I was genuinely shocked to see Tanya Smith working in Bozeman; the last time I had seen her was as we parted ways in the Auckland, New Zealand airport after flying from San Francisco last winter. I was lucky enough to visit with my aunt and uncle, Chris and Jim, Saturday night for Jim's brother Tom's birthday dinner, after which we played a few tunes.
We met my parents and grandma for dinner on Sunday, then soaked at Norris via the Pony Bar. Throughout the weekend we got a couple good hikes in, and there was the small task of moving her out of her apartment to squeeze in there. I would have loved to have gone to the ranch, but it would have only been for a couple hours. It was a frantic, hectic weekend, but it was a great change from my day-to-day routine. I truly miss the mountains and everyone I know in Montana. I wish I knew when I will be back next. Probably one of the hardest parts about moving to somewhere new is not getting the pleasure of walking around town and running into people you know. I just don't know many people here, and am not very good at approaching strangers to strike up conversation, if that surprises anyone.
And about Kenzie, let's just say I tend to get the ball rolling on such things at the least convenient times, but we'll see what happens.
My big excitement lately though was my much-too-quick trip back to Bozeman last weekend for MSU graduation, in which my girlfriend Mackenzie walked. I flew in on Friday morning, met Mike and Jami Lee's new baby boy Foster, and met Kenzie's parents, brother, and grandparents. The ceremony was Saturday, and was glad to see some friends from the Flathead, along with more Bozeman friends than I expected. I was genuinely shocked to see Tanya Smith working in Bozeman; the last time I had seen her was as we parted ways in the Auckland, New Zealand airport after flying from San Francisco last winter. I was lucky enough to visit with my aunt and uncle, Chris and Jim, Saturday night for Jim's brother Tom's birthday dinner, after which we played a few tunes.
We met my parents and grandma for dinner on Sunday, then soaked at Norris via the Pony Bar. Throughout the weekend we got a couple good hikes in, and there was the small task of moving her out of her apartment to squeeze in there. I would have loved to have gone to the ranch, but it would have only been for a couple hours. It was a frantic, hectic weekend, but it was a great change from my day-to-day routine. I truly miss the mountains and everyone I know in Montana. I wish I knew when I will be back next. Probably one of the hardest parts about moving to somewhere new is not getting the pleasure of walking around town and running into people you know. I just don't know many people here, and am not very good at approaching strangers to strike up conversation, if that surprises anyone.
And about Kenzie, let's just say I tend to get the ball rolling on such things at the least convenient times, but we'll see what happens.
4/15/12
Morels and Rutledge
The last couple weekends I've gotten in on outings with Ryan Walker, a baler engineer named James, and their buddy Steve from Centerville. James' dad is the dealer in North Carolina whom I mentioned in the previous post. Last weekend, we hunted morel mushrooms in ditches in the Centerville area, which is where Ryan is from. There's a certain skill to spotting the little fungi, which upon spotting seem very spotable, yet are still oddly camouflaged. They're either yellowish or gray, and look like brains. There is neither rhyme nor reason to where they decide to pop up. According to Walker, they had picked morels out of the ditches we looked through that day by the bagful, but those may have been fish stories. After several hours looking in two different places and walking many miles, we had found about half a plastic bagful. It was great day to be out in the woods though, not sitting at a desk or driving for countless miles, and I didn't have to even look at a mower.
This weekend the four of us made a mini road trip to Rutledge, Missouri to see the massive flea market they have there. I wasn't sure what to expect, but this was quite a redneck affair. It was pretty rainy so both the crowds and vendors were sparse, but there were still enough of both to make the day. Imagine the most interesting junk and the most worthless junk you've ever seen at yard sales, gather enough of that to fill a 25-acre field, add some guns, and you've got the Rutledge Flea Market. Until you visit Rutledge, you simply wouldn't believe that someone not only has an old old old clothes washer, complete with wringer rollers for drying, but that they are trying to SELL it. And they have three of them, right next to a stack of recorded VHS videos, next to a Milwaukee Ice pool table light, next to a case full of knives, next to...you get the idea. Classy stuff here.
The only thing I found that I couldn't live without was a ridiculously tiny cast iron pan, in which I planned to cook an egg at a time in for sandwiches. It didn't work that well though, because even with lots of oil, the egg didn't dislodge from the pan easily enough. It's a little too ungainly to be a keychain bobble, but it was only a dollar. I almost bought a plastic child's accordion to mail to my niece unexpectedly, but walked away and it got rained on. Your home will remain accordion-free, Court and Aaron...for now.
We scared up another batch of mushrooms on the way back to fill out the day. Morels are prepared by deep fat frying, and are quite delicious.
To top off the weekend, I swapped a couple tunes with Deanna Smith, who met Riley's sessioneers Will Harmon and Dawn Buckley at an Irish music camp in Portal, Arizona last year. Deanna lives south of Des Moines, and was my connection into the session scene in Des Moines.
This weekend the four of us made a mini road trip to Rutledge, Missouri to see the massive flea market they have there. I wasn't sure what to expect, but this was quite a redneck affair. It was pretty rainy so both the crowds and vendors were sparse, but there were still enough of both to make the day. Imagine the most interesting junk and the most worthless junk you've ever seen at yard sales, gather enough of that to fill a 25-acre field, add some guns, and you've got the Rutledge Flea Market. Until you visit Rutledge, you simply wouldn't believe that someone not only has an old old old clothes washer, complete with wringer rollers for drying, but that they are trying to SELL it. And they have three of them, right next to a stack of recorded VHS videos, next to a Milwaukee Ice pool table light, next to a case full of knives, next to...you get the idea. Classy stuff here.
The only thing I found that I couldn't live without was a ridiculously tiny cast iron pan, in which I planned to cook an egg at a time in for sandwiches. It didn't work that well though, because even with lots of oil, the egg didn't dislodge from the pan easily enough. It's a little too ungainly to be a keychain bobble, but it was only a dollar. I almost bought a plastic child's accordion to mail to my niece unexpectedly, but walked away and it got rained on. Your home will remain accordion-free, Court and Aaron...for now.
We scared up another batch of mushrooms on the way back to fill out the day. Morels are prepared by deep fat frying, and are quite delicious.
To top off the weekend, I swapped a couple tunes with Deanna Smith, who met Riley's sessioneers Will Harmon and Dawn Buckley at an Irish music camp in Portal, Arizona last year. Deanna lives south of Des Moines, and was my connection into the session scene in Des Moines.
4/5/12
Southeastern Mower Campaign
I've been out on a mower cutterbar part recall trip the last ten days. The circumstances and details of the recall would bore just about all of my readers except my dad, but the important thing is that Vermeer is willing to go to the expense of sending out crews to replace critical parts on machines known to be defective instead of waiting until they all blew up during haying season. This hugely impressed dealers and customers alike, some of whom didn't even know we were coming because they hadn't been told about the problem.
I traveled and worked with Ryan Walker, a baler tech. This might seem an odd match, but there are so many of these trips that all the engineering techs, not just the mower tech, were out on at least one mower campaign. We had twenty-one mowers to work on on this trip, in Kentucky, Illinois, Indiana, Tennessee, North Carolina, and Ohio. We also passed through Missouri, Virginia, and West Virginia. Except for two mowers at a dealer in London, Kentucky, all of them were in separate towns, usually at least an hour apart. We were out for ten days, and covered 3630 miles. Ryan asked me if I kept track of such details for posterity, which I do, and I'm curious to see what my yearly totals will be. After nine weeks, I've already driven 6400 miles for work. We worked about 120 hours this trip. Our longest day was 16.5 hours, and on a 14.5 hour day we finished five of the mowers.
There are some odd things to be seen in that end of the world. I've concluded Kentucky is the patron state of horses, tobacca, and looking the other way. At least once every two hours on the road there, we would see something that definitely looked odd, such as a truck meant to haul a car hauling a bulldozer, or an ancient half-ton with three horses loaded into the box in a stock rack, or a skid steer at a dealership being stored six feet in the air on a forklift. After the first few of these occurrences, we'd just look at each other, shake our heads and laugh, and say "oh Kentucky".
Walker pointed out a few barns painted black to me. These were tobacco curing sheds, and the black absorbed light and made them hot inside. They looked shoddily built, but were made with gaps between the slats in the walls to allow air to pass through. I suspect it was to keep with a certain decorative scheme, but many horse barns and outbuildings were also painted black, which to me does not seem terribly wise.
Tennessee also had a rather, ah, backwoodsy feel to it. This feeling was enhanced by the fact our GPS tended to direct us to our destinations via sometimes quite rugged routes. This began to anger us when we found out from the farmers or from our own cruising around that it had been neither the most direct nor the fastest route. The most vivid example of this happened near Newport, when the GPS insisted we take a long, windy, out of the way, one-lane gravel road to a customer's place, even though a decent paved two-lane led almost right up to it. We could just about "hear the banjo". I almost hit a peacock gamboling about, and Ryan mistook an actual turkey gobbling for his turkey ringtone. On the way out of Newport, we were startled by a busload of kids driving out from under a bridge at 5:30pm. What sort of field trip were they out on? We gathered that even in the best of times, the area wasn't very prosperous, and spent no extra time getting out of there.
Tennessee was pretty though, gotta give it that. I hadn't ever been in the Appalachians before, and though they're cute compared to the Rockies, they're worth seeing. On the way out of them, we were about an hour behind a two-semi, one-car accident. There were no fatalities or injuries as far as we could tell, but one of the semis had lost its trailer and dumped a couple hundred bushels of corn on the highway, which looked like a LOT of corn. It only occurred to me later, but I'm sure scores of deer were hit around there for days afterward.
North Carolina was next, and we practically raced through those three mowers spread across the whole state. The last one was in the northeast corner, at a dealer whose son is a baler engineer (oddly familiar). We went for a quick drive to see a customer's place, which was an experience in itself. I've seen some junk piles, but this was orders of magnitude bigger than anything I'd seen, and I mean junk. I spotted some odd gray lumps hanging in a tobacco shed close to their baler. They had attempted to cure a few hams, but just left them when they didn't cure right. Walker wasn't sure how long they'd been hanging, but had seen them at least a year before.
We passed a sign for a place that read "Jim's Cricket Ranch" in this area. The first things that came to mind...in our best Sam Elliot/Virgil Earp voices:
Walker: "Yup, I'm the biggest cricket rancher in the county."
Me: "I'm up to about a quarter billion head of cricket."
Though we were there on a Friday and it was only an hour away, we didn't get to go to the coast. Most dealers close at noon on Saturday and our nearest ones were 500 miles away in Kentucky, so we raced back that way. This was our 16.5 hour day, and I wasn't thrilled about this rather extreme schedule, but we needed to keep knocking out mowers to finish in time to get back for Easter weekend. We got there in time to work on it, but had a panicky moment when we realized we might get set back by having to order parts on Monday. Our schedule luckily worked out anyway though, with the two mowers in Ohio being at customers' places who didn't mind us working on Sunday. The rest were in Kentucky and everything finished fine once our parts came in. Back to Iowa we went after that, and here I am, yet another round of stories collected.
I had schemed about coming home for Easter, but couldn't quite make it work. Hopefully I'll make it back sometime in May.
I traveled and worked with Ryan Walker, a baler tech. This might seem an odd match, but there are so many of these trips that all the engineering techs, not just the mower tech, were out on at least one mower campaign. We had twenty-one mowers to work on on this trip, in Kentucky, Illinois, Indiana, Tennessee, North Carolina, and Ohio. We also passed through Missouri, Virginia, and West Virginia. Except for two mowers at a dealer in London, Kentucky, all of them were in separate towns, usually at least an hour apart. We were out for ten days, and covered 3630 miles. Ryan asked me if I kept track of such details for posterity, which I do, and I'm curious to see what my yearly totals will be. After nine weeks, I've already driven 6400 miles for work. We worked about 120 hours this trip. Our longest day was 16.5 hours, and on a 14.5 hour day we finished five of the mowers.
There are some odd things to be seen in that end of the world. I've concluded Kentucky is the patron state of horses, tobacca, and looking the other way. At least once every two hours on the road there, we would see something that definitely looked odd, such as a truck meant to haul a car hauling a bulldozer, or an ancient half-ton with three horses loaded into the box in a stock rack, or a skid steer at a dealership being stored six feet in the air on a forklift. After the first few of these occurrences, we'd just look at each other, shake our heads and laugh, and say "oh Kentucky".
Walker pointed out a few barns painted black to me. These were tobacco curing sheds, and the black absorbed light and made them hot inside. They looked shoddily built, but were made with gaps between the slats in the walls to allow air to pass through. I suspect it was to keep with a certain decorative scheme, but many horse barns and outbuildings were also painted black, which to me does not seem terribly wise.
Tennessee also had a rather, ah, backwoodsy feel to it. This feeling was enhanced by the fact our GPS tended to direct us to our destinations via sometimes quite rugged routes. This began to anger us when we found out from the farmers or from our own cruising around that it had been neither the most direct nor the fastest route. The most vivid example of this happened near Newport, when the GPS insisted we take a long, windy, out of the way, one-lane gravel road to a customer's place, even though a decent paved two-lane led almost right up to it. We could just about "hear the banjo". I almost hit a peacock gamboling about, and Ryan mistook an actual turkey gobbling for his turkey ringtone. On the way out of Newport, we were startled by a busload of kids driving out from under a bridge at 5:30pm. What sort of field trip were they out on? We gathered that even in the best of times, the area wasn't very prosperous, and spent no extra time getting out of there.
Tennessee was pretty though, gotta give it that. I hadn't ever been in the Appalachians before, and though they're cute compared to the Rockies, they're worth seeing. On the way out of them, we were about an hour behind a two-semi, one-car accident. There were no fatalities or injuries as far as we could tell, but one of the semis had lost its trailer and dumped a couple hundred bushels of corn on the highway, which looked like a LOT of corn. It only occurred to me later, but I'm sure scores of deer were hit around there for days afterward.
North Carolina was next, and we practically raced through those three mowers spread across the whole state. The last one was in the northeast corner, at a dealer whose son is a baler engineer (oddly familiar). We went for a quick drive to see a customer's place, which was an experience in itself. I've seen some junk piles, but this was orders of magnitude bigger than anything I'd seen, and I mean junk. I spotted some odd gray lumps hanging in a tobacco shed close to their baler. They had attempted to cure a few hams, but just left them when they didn't cure right. Walker wasn't sure how long they'd been hanging, but had seen them at least a year before.
We passed a sign for a place that read "Jim's Cricket Ranch" in this area. The first things that came to mind...in our best Sam Elliot/Virgil Earp voices:
Walker: "Yup, I'm the biggest cricket rancher in the county."
Me: "I'm up to about a quarter billion head of cricket."
Though we were there on a Friday and it was only an hour away, we didn't get to go to the coast. Most dealers close at noon on Saturday and our nearest ones were 500 miles away in Kentucky, so we raced back that way. This was our 16.5 hour day, and I wasn't thrilled about this rather extreme schedule, but we needed to keep knocking out mowers to finish in time to get back for Easter weekend. We got there in time to work on it, but had a panicky moment when we realized we might get set back by having to order parts on Monday. Our schedule luckily worked out anyway though, with the two mowers in Ohio being at customers' places who didn't mind us working on Sunday. The rest were in Kentucky and everything finished fine once our parts came in. Back to Iowa we went after that, and here I am, yet another round of stories collected.
I had schemed about coming home for Easter, but couldn't quite make it work. Hopefully I'll make it back sometime in May.
3/10/12
First testing trip, northwestern Florida
I got out of an entire week in the office for a testing trip this last week. I had better err on the side of caution when it comes to discussing project details, so forgive me for being a little vague about some things. The 1100 mile drive down south went smoothly; I'm just glad I don't have to foot the bill to drive a loaded one-ton V-10 on regular 1000+ mile trips. Ouch.
The main forage crops in that part of the world are rye grass and corn, and this is the time of year for rye. It's all chopped and bagged for silage, because there's no hope of ever drying it down enough for hay. Right after it's cut, the grass is tedded, or fluffed with a tedder rake. This beats up the stems and helps it dry more evenly. Rotary rakes put it into windrows when it's ready. The fields are worked in straight lines despite the pivots; they just bounce over the tracks every single pass. Forage choppers process the windrows into fine feed which is loaded into trucks. The trucks unload into stuffers, which put the chopped rye into tube bags.
I got to ride in a forage chopper for about an hour while it was running, and it was one of the most impressive pieces of machinery I had ever been around. This particular dairy ran two, a Claas 970 and a Claas 980. They chop both rye and corn, so they are running most of the year. They're powered by two Mercedes inline-6 diesels which supply 860 horsepower. The operator monitors the machine with one screen; he can detect foreign material in the pickup and chopper, check the engines, and resharpen the blades among other things. I was very impressed.
That dairy cuts and silages about 3000 acres twice a year, and milks just under 5000 cows. They had many five- and six-span pivots, all high-pressure with half-inch nozzle sprinkler heads on top instead of the drop-type seen in Montana. I pointed out to Eric, the other mower man, that the water coming out looked really rank. He laughed and told me that it's because they pump manure through the pivots before they farm the ground again. Your only hope is to stay upwind.
We wouldn't have been able to get anything done at the dairy Friday before having to leave for the airport, so we headed for Sanford Thursday night, which is where we flew out of. We had a few spare hours Friday morning, so we saw the beach. This also meant I'd driven from the northwest corner of the country to the southeast corner of the country, coast to coast, in the last eight months, most of it in the last six weeks.
Luckily, we got to fly back to Iowa. Pella's spring-like 50s and 60s were sadly a bit of a letdown after Florida's tropical 80s. I'm proud to say my farmer's tan is well underway already.
The main forage crops in that part of the world are rye grass and corn, and this is the time of year for rye. It's all chopped and bagged for silage, because there's no hope of ever drying it down enough for hay. Right after it's cut, the grass is tedded, or fluffed with a tedder rake. This beats up the stems and helps it dry more evenly. Rotary rakes put it into windrows when it's ready. The fields are worked in straight lines despite the pivots; they just bounce over the tracks every single pass. Forage choppers process the windrows into fine feed which is loaded into trucks. The trucks unload into stuffers, which put the chopped rye into tube bags.
I got to ride in a forage chopper for about an hour while it was running, and it was one of the most impressive pieces of machinery I had ever been around. This particular dairy ran two, a Claas 970 and a Claas 980. They chop both rye and corn, so they are running most of the year. They're powered by two Mercedes inline-6 diesels which supply 860 horsepower. The operator monitors the machine with one screen; he can detect foreign material in the pickup and chopper, check the engines, and resharpen the blades among other things. I was very impressed.
That dairy cuts and silages about 3000 acres twice a year, and milks just under 5000 cows. They had many five- and six-span pivots, all high-pressure with half-inch nozzle sprinkler heads on top instead of the drop-type seen in Montana. I pointed out to Eric, the other mower man, that the water coming out looked really rank. He laughed and told me that it's because they pump manure through the pivots before they farm the ground again. Your only hope is to stay upwind.
We wouldn't have been able to get anything done at the dairy Friday before having to leave for the airport, so we headed for Sanford Thursday night, which is where we flew out of. We had a few spare hours Friday morning, so we saw the beach. This also meant I'd driven from the northwest corner of the country to the southeast corner of the country, coast to coast, in the last eight months, most of it in the last six weeks.
Luckily, we got to fly back to Iowa. Pella's spring-like 50s and 60s were sadly a bit of a letdown after Florida's tropical 80s. I'm proud to say my farmer's tan is well underway already.
3/3/12
Settling in
The last couple weeks I've been at the office in Pella, so I haven't really had any adventures. I've done little things here and there for the current mower project, but I'm still largely in the dark about it. Perhaps my favorite part of this job is the fact that Vermeer's engineers, especially the ag engineers, spend so much time in and around the equipment, not just in front of a computer. I haven't had much to do up front in the office, so I've been back in the shop, puttering, visiting with techs and other engineers, learning where things are, working on equipment, and generally keeping my hands dirty, which is how I prefer them.
It looks like tornado season has started in the midwest, after Kansas and Indiana got nailed this week. Nothing has happened in Iowa yet (knock on wood).
The other mower engineer and I are leaving for a testing trip in northwestern Florida tomorrow and we'll split the driving over two days. We'll be down there until the end of the week, then fly back. Hopefully it's nice and warm, and dry enough to cut. Stories forthcoming.
It looks like tornado season has started in the midwest, after Kansas and Indiana got nailed this week. Nothing has happened in Iowa yet (knock on wood).
The other mower engineer and I are leaving for a testing trip in northwestern Florida tomorrow and we'll split the driving over two days. We'll be down there until the end of the week, then fly back. Hopefully it's nice and warm, and dry enough to cut. Stories forthcoming.
2/18/12
National Farm Machinery Show - Louisville, Kentucky
My first outing as a part of Vermeer was a trip to Louisville last week, to take in the National Farm Machinery Show. I rode with five other engineers for the nine hour drive. We stopped in Indianapolis to tour Rexnord, a primary bearing supplier to Vermeer. Louisville has the largest UPS sorting facility in the world, so we toured that as well. The action starts there at about 11pm, so that's when the tours are. We were lucky enough to also get to try out their flight simulators. To give you an idea of how realistic they are, UPS pilots never touch a real plane during their training, and are completely ready for action when they are done with the several-month training. Granted, UPS only hires veteran pilots, but these trainers are exactly like the real thing. This tour took us around the 5.2 million square foot (120 acres under one roof!) facility. All sorting is automated, and most packages go from plane to plane in less than twenty minutes. Very impressive. This was very late on Valentines day, and someone noticed that there were many upset wives and girlfriends out there: about every tenth package was from Pro Flowers.
Sales and marketing people manned Vermeer's booth at the show, and the engineers were there to walk the show and look at the competition's technology up close. The NFMS is the biggest of its kind in the country. It's possible to see everything in one day, but I was a little stunned by everything and really just glazed over everything the first day. I dug deeper into the forage equipment the next day with a product guy and an enhancement engineer, who together gave me deep insight into details about Vermeer and the competition that I wouldn't have gotten by myself or from just looking at the equipment.
Aside from all I learned about equipment, this was a very good chance to get to know some of my coworkers. I'm looking forward to more travel.
Sales and marketing people manned Vermeer's booth at the show, and the engineers were there to walk the show and look at the competition's technology up close. The NFMS is the biggest of its kind in the country. It's possible to see everything in one day, but I was a little stunned by everything and really just glazed over everything the first day. I dug deeper into the forage equipment the next day with a product guy and an enhancement engineer, who together gave me deep insight into details about Vermeer and the competition that I wouldn't have gotten by myself or from just looking at the equipment.
Aside from all I learned about equipment, this was a very good chance to get to know some of my coworkers. I'm looking forward to more travel.
2/11/12
Moving to Iowa
I mentioned to a few people that I may put a blog post or two up about my relocation to Pella, Iowa after being taken on by Vermeer. It's a little overdue as I've been out of Montana for almost two weeks, but here it is, and after the first week of work, it's looking like I may have plenty to write about soon.
My final week in Montana was a great one, and I'd like to thank everyone who was part of it, including my last Riley's session, birthday festivities, and the awesome get-together we had at my parents' house. It's tough to leave such fun and supportive friends and family! I'd love to stay in touch with any and all, so if you don't have my email or phone number, get in touch through my parents.
I'd like to note that I'm writing this on the anniversary of the day that didn't exist for Larry Lee and I last year; we left for Australia on February 10 and didn't get there until the 12th due to crossing the international date line. An awful lot can develop in a year huh?
The drive out to Pella took me a couple days. I went the long way, through North Dakota to Minneapolis, instead of through South Dakota. I did this so I could visit with high school friend Rachelle Rauser in Bismarck. Somehow it was only a 1390 mile drive, not many more than the other route. The weather and roads were fine the entire way, except for some fog in North Dakota and Minnesota, and the only real complaint was the traffic in Minneapolis.
It was a huge relief to have a place to live sorted before I left. I was lined up with another Vermeer engineer who needed a roommate through the manager of the apartment complex when I was looking around for places in January. It's a perfect setup because I don't have much furniture and he's already got the place furnished. It'd have been hard to live by myself in a new town anyway. Tyler's from west of Des Moines and has worked for Vermeer on directional drills since August, so he's pretty new to Pella also.
Officially, I am a design engineer in the forage equipment department at Vermeer Corporation. I'm in the mower "group", which is a group of two engineers for now. My first week at work was pretty gentle. Typical, expected orientation activities occurred on Monday. The only surprise that day was when my manager offered me a trip to Louisville, Kentucky this coming week to attend the National Farm Machinery Show with several other Vermeer ag engineers. We're driving there, and will stop in Indianapolis at Linkbelt, one of Vermeer's vendors, and at the UPS Worldport sorting facility, the biggest in the US. After getting situated into a cubicle of my very own, I designed my first couple mower parts. I was also offered two other opportunities to travel, the first being a two-week mower service trip through Kentucky, Illinois, Indiana, Tennessee, and North Carolina at the end of March, the second being a mower test trip to Florida in early March. I'll be as far from Pella as Helena on that trip, but in the opposite direction. It'll also mean I've driven from the Pacific to the Atlantic in the last nine months. I don't have much keeping me in Pella, so I snapped up the offers. I'll be out of the office four of my first nine weeks at Vermeer. Extensive travel will be likely, especially during the summer, and Vermeer uses a Dutch-made cutterbar in all their mowers, so regular trips to the Netherlands are necessary.
I've gotten out a little bit in Pella, but don't know the town much yet, nor do I know many people yet. Most of my coworkers are farmers and all of them are from the Midwest, and consider Montana to be the extreme Northwest. Two are Nebraska cowboys, and they've promised to get me on some broncs. The ag engineering department is a young group, with all the engineers being under 40. I find it very interesting that the other mower guy and myself are the only bachelors in the whole lot of close to twenty engineers. I've experienced a very respectful and friendly work environment thus far in the office, in the shop, and on the production floor. I've probably met more than forty people in the last week, and almost every single person already knew who I was, where I was from, and that my dad is a dealer. This last detail has gotten me some high regard. It's been fun to run into and re-meet people who had been out to Montana and met my dad at service and sales schools or who had even been out to the ranch.
Check back to read up on my forthcoming adventures and on how I'm getting along in Pella when I haven't been shipped elsewhere. This gig could get interesting.
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