One of the farmers came over, "You've never seen this before?" He had to shout over the sound of the tractor powering the grain chute to be heard, but even with all the noise I sensed incredulity in his tone. His family had grown corn for generations. Was it possible one could get a ways into their adult life without confronting a stream of golden corn kernels? I tried to explain that I was from Los Angeles and no, I'd never seen grain gush out of a wagon and get sucked into an enormous grain tower.
Wayne, as I would later learn was his name, invited my mother and I to harvest some corn with him in his combine, which waited for him about a mile down the road. My mom was immediately on board and I warmed to his friendly and genuine offer.
I can't do a post titled "Iowa Gold" without also including some Hawkeye-related photos. College football is a deeply ingrained culture here. Tailgating for a Saturday morning game oftentimes begins early Friday. Perhaps more entertaining than the football itself (for the less sports-oriented), are the creative ways in which fans show their colors.