Grain Harvest in the Mountains

I come from the flatlands, we harvest wheat starting, on Fathers Day, in early June. Thousands of acres, of waist high grain heads, laid out in flat fields streaching for miles. Dodging spring thunderstorms the cutting goes on non-stop, day and night, moving from Texas north towards Canada taking the summer with it. Now this mountain stuff is different, the dog days of summer, the early color changes indicating the start of fall, and the wheat is just getting ripe. What looks to be a four-wheel drive course for combines layed out on the mountain sides, header bars down on the ground, cutting 18 inch stalks that have struggled all summer to reach enough height to harvest. I sit and watch in amazement, while the combine chugs up the mountain and weaves around the rocks and sagebrush, laying out a pattern without a straight streach in it,
WOW these farmers are crazy.