Soapweed
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My journal entry for Saturday, June 29, 1968
I'm about three days behind. If my memory works, I got up about the usual time and wandered out for breakfast.
The morning was spent doing about everything. Lloyd, Doug, and I put on the front Kosch mower on our (new to us) 450. I saddled Sassy and got in the bulls. We were going to spray them, but had bad luck with the sprayer. Red Kagy (who works for Snyders) came over and helped get the sprayer running. We sprayed the bulls and a few heavy cows.
Ralph Daniels, Jr. was out from Hay Springs trying to sell Farm Bureau insurance.
After dinner, Dad, Sandra, and the hired men went down south. Sybil mowed the lawn, and I raked the tree lot pasture (after going to town for hydraulic oil).
The rest of the day until 2:30 was spent gathering up camping gear. Then I took the bomber to town. We canoeists were to meet at Grandma Grace's (who, by the way, just returned from a trip to Arkansas and Missouri) at 3:00. The JL bunch was an hour late, so we got a late start for the Snake River. Uncle Joy took us down. We followed Highway 61 to its end, and then traveled about ten miles of trail to the river.
John Fairhead, Jack Ricedorff, Ken Moreland, and I set off in two canoes from the Clifford Bridge at 5:30. After two hours of travel, we went ashore and made camp on the south side. We started a fire, had supper, and spent a lousy, wet night.
I'm about three days behind. If my memory works, I got up about the usual time and wandered out for breakfast.
The morning was spent doing about everything. Lloyd, Doug, and I put on the front Kosch mower on our (new to us) 450. I saddled Sassy and got in the bulls. We were going to spray them, but had bad luck with the sprayer. Red Kagy (who works for Snyders) came over and helped get the sprayer running. We sprayed the bulls and a few heavy cows.
Ralph Daniels, Jr. was out from Hay Springs trying to sell Farm Bureau insurance.
After dinner, Dad, Sandra, and the hired men went down south. Sybil mowed the lawn, and I raked the tree lot pasture (after going to town for hydraulic oil).
The rest of the day until 2:30 was spent gathering up camping gear. Then I took the bomber to town. We canoeists were to meet at Grandma Grace's (who, by the way, just returned from a trip to Arkansas and Missouri) at 3:00. The JL bunch was an hour late, so we got a late start for the Snake River. Uncle Joy took us down. We followed Highway 61 to its end, and then traveled about ten miles of trail to the river.
John Fairhead, Jack Ricedorff, Ken Moreland, and I set off in two canoes from the Clifford Bridge at 5:30. After two hours of travel, we went ashore and made camp on the south side. We started a fire, had supper, and spent a lousy, wet night.