The rolling wheat fields of southeastern Washington are known as "the Palouse," and in the heart of that region is a small town that goes by the same name. Twice a year, the area is particularly memorable. In the spring, the newly sprouted wheat looks like a vast, undulating lawn. The second time is right now, when our route through the winding takes us past huge combines harvesting the final product. It is a sight to behold. And, as usual, our race day weather was typical for the start of harvest: a cloudless sky and blazing, mid-90 degree temperatures.
Fortunately, our host had anticipated the needs of the day, and rolled out a new and improved air conditioning unit to add to previous AC and fan units, giving us a comfortable environment for good racing. And we needed it, because in addition to the weather, we had a packed house of 12 racers, plus a couple of extra visitors adding their body head to the mix. Thanks, Leroy!
With this larger that usual turnout, we decided to take a group photo to memorialize the occasion. The young girl was a relative of one of the racers, but the rest is a pretty motley crew, don't you think?