She isn’t pretty but she helps get the job done, for the last 20 or so harvests. You can tell which field is ours when you drive by because she’ll be there. She’s reliable. She’s only left us stranded when we (and it’s our fault) forgot to fill her up with gas. She’s part of some of my fondest memories growing up on the farm and has seen and heard it all. I remember learning to drive and having to take a pillow to prop under my butt so I could see over her steering wheel. She’s been part of suppers in the field and long talks standing up against her in the yard. She’s helped deliver meals, get parts from town, and been the best crop tour host out there.
Every piece on our farm has a name and every piece has a story. The story of where we’ve been and what we’ve gone through.
Because you can’t understand where you’re going if you don’t know where you’ve come from.
Gus helps make that happen for us.