And the Beets Go on and on and on and on. . .

I climbed the pile of beets to get these photos. It's 40 feet of unstable mountain to get up here. Before they started trucking them out the pile used to stretch nearly a mile long.

We can unload an entire truck in two minutes and we have no breaks in between. While one is unloading, another truck is backing in and preparing to go. This year we set a new grounds record. We unloaded 1349 trucks in one day. We averaged 1300 per day. Most trucks come in once every hour. And we have four different pilers running.

This is my home away from home. When we say it's a tare shack, we aren't kidding.

Dashing through the piling yard in a semi with bad brakes!

That was just the first line of one of the songs that Brianne Hillman and I tortured our guys with. It goes to the tune of Jingle Bells. The chorus is:

Beets smell

Beets smell

Beets taste really bad.

We don't think anyone should eat beets, but sugar's really rad.

We spent three weeks working 14 and half hour days. It was my seventh season and yeah, I'll go back next year.