|Mark (from Elite) discussing Dave's questions|
|following Beluga home past huge grass seed fields ready for combining|
|the next day the combine crew was hard at work in the fields|
|Once the seed is harvested and the remaining hay is baled the fields are stripped clean|
allowing huge "tornadoes" of dust and chaff to race along for miles
The Eugene Farmer's Market has no equal in our book. The produce section is bursting with artistically arranged tomatoes, squash, onions, berries, rhubarb, greens of all size and shape, beans, peas, chards, several kale varieties, etc. They look as beautiful as they taste.
|and of course, what Farmer's Market doesn't have an|
Empathy Tent just for listening.....
|jester's hat of colored beans|
|one "vendor's" offerings|
There were too many people at the food court by the time we decided we were hungry so we walked a few blocks to the 5th street marketplace and had a nice lunch outside by the fountain.
Our lunch was short, however, because we were lucky to have gotten a last minute appointment with the very busy Mr. David's A-1 Professional Lubrication Adjustment Service and their tech was waiting for us when we got back.
He was unhappy to find out that we had paid the Freightliner service center to once again overfill Beluga's crankcase. He was unhappy to discover that even though Dave had called this situation to their tech's attention, the young man still didn't take care of the problem. After he worked for about an hour, Beluga finally held the correct amount of oil and we knew the job was done correctly. What would we do with out the Mr. David's family of companies?