Today was a day with fairly strong headwinds and I'm tired! At lunch I found a nice little restaurant and had an interesting conversation with a local farmer.
He has a farm of 700 acres, slighty below the local average, he tells me and he grows corn and soy. He does not grow wheat as an option in increasing the soil quality in the course of crop rotation, as he himself admits, because the price for wheat is too low at the moment. I learn that corn can be stored in the "elevator" as the huge containers are called for several years provided it is kept dry and free of "bugs". "So, everyone talks about bushels, " I ask him. "How much is a bushel of corn?" I learn that the huge trucks which pass me all the time officially carry around 900 bushels, most, however, load about 1000. So that gives me an idea!
"What is the best time for you to sell your corn?", I want to know. "Well, basically it depends on the market price. But the worst months for selling are October and February! Just after harvest the price is lowest, everybody is selling. And in March bills are due, mortgages, energy, seed and so on, so again in February everybody sells."
"So what's your opinion on the windpark that they have put p around here?" "I didn't enter any of my fields in the program, but it's definitely better than allowing more families in!" "Why that?" "Oh, more people just cause more problems! The county had decided that either we open up for housing or the windpark. Less people, less kids at school, less cost for busing, infrastructure ... We're better off with the windpark."
.... says a solitary farmer who works on 700 acres of land only for himself and by himself!
In Odell my route coincided with the historical Route 66, that famous "Mother Road" from the twenties, thirties and forties. At a sign I stopped and found out that here had once been an underground crossing under this busy road. No more. In the seventies the road was "decommissioned" - and today there are only few stretches of this icon of moblity still visible.
Tomorrow I will cross the state line to Indiana.
Tze rails in the background were the entrance to a tunnel under this part of Route 66 - to ensure safe passage for people going the church opposite.
The wooden shingles are expensive to maintain - they are asking for donations
A museum of autoparts
I guess this is the precurser of my Trangia travel stove ...
the bottles are timeless but the cases ?
This is what a road can look like after 50 years of neglect ...