Bob wants to be able to buy cheap fishing licenses in every state where we travel and have discounts for people over 65.
There are fields upon fields of corn drying in the sun. The stacks of hay bales in the grassfields are sometimes as big as houses. Sometimes they are covered in green plastic, bungied down to keep them from blowing off.
A double tractor-trailer filled with square hay bales passes us. Corinne is fascinated with hay bales, but she would be more interested if they were round ones.
We pass a factory that makes the irrigators that we have been seeing all through the state of WA.
The farm fields are beautiful, with infinite colors of green, and so many different patterns made by the plows. Corinne loves it when we see close up what she has been admiring from airplanes all her life. Her favorites are fields with dark green alternating with light green stripes, or golden/green stripes.
One of the crops we pass for acres and acres has lime-green tops. We wonder what it is. Maybe it is potatoes, since we pass a huge building called "The Potato Bruise Lab".
Dust devils are blowing across the road. Seeing flat farmland at 2000 feet elevation is a surprise. When the plows or trucks drive down the dirt roads on the farms, they create clouds of dust for what seems like 1/4 mile.
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