That's me in a Challenger winnrower. It cuts feed like hay and barley from the fields. Husband taught me how to drive it and I have worked several straight days from morning to dark. One day I worked from 7:00 a.m. to 7:30 p.m. and only got out to tee-tee. I had brought snacks thank goodness. I had my ipod, a good radio, a good air conditioner and an air-ride seat, and lots of time to just think and pray. I'm not roughing it by any means. Plus, I cut hay in wide-open hay fields and saw 2 coyotes, a pheasant, several hawks, rabbits, antelope and lots of birds. Your view is high above the feed and when the wind blows the barley in orchestrated waves below you, you can almost hear music in the field. Not a bad way to spend the day! Poor hubby had to work all day and check and bale hay all night. He only gets to sleep in snatches. Me - I fall into bed and sleep like a baby!! I'm so grateful for the work and for the way God blesses us every day. What is work anyway? My six-year old grandson would consider this a JOY ride! It is only our perspective that changes about a circumstance that we began to call it "work". It is what I wanted to do so I enjoyed it like a six-year old. Maybe the new will wear off and I'll forget I had fun at my "work" and I'll have to remind myself that work is either fun or drudgery - it depends on your attitude. I like fun. - and you thought I was just goofing off the last few days!