Harvest time in Kansas

How about this for a different kind of lifestyle for a teenager?
Last night, in the parking lot of the motel I am at here in Pratt, Kansas, I met a young lady named Jessica. She is a normal seventeen year old with a difference: she dreams of the harvest.
Jessica lives in Nebraska, but she travels around the Midwest with her family. Her father is a “specialty harvester” which means that he is, at its most basic, a migratory farmer, with his own equipment, which he transports all over the Midwest. If farmers need their wheat harvested, he uses the combines for that crop. If they have corn they need picked, he has something for that as well. High end migrants, I guess you could say, since these machines are hundreds of thousands of dollars.
So Jessica and her mom travel with him. This night they have two rooms in the motel, one for them, one for her. The women sit and bide their time while dad does the farming, basically. Jessica told me that it is her dream to be invited to come out and join the harvest, but that it wont ever happen, in her opinion. So, she watches tv and talks on her phone.
When the crops are harvested, the resulting produce is brought to the local farmers co-ops, which are huge grain elevators owned by one or two big companies. The grain is weighed, bids are made and money is paid out, to the mutual benefit of all, usually. Websites give up to the minute prices on not only grains like wheat and corn but also on livestock and other things.
Jessica’s dad, with she and her mom in tow, have been to Nebraska and Kansas already, and will hit Missouri, Arkansas and a few other states before the season ends. Kansas wheat was ready to early this year due to the weather so it must be harvested now before it rots in the fields. This can throw off timing for other crops in other places. It’s a tough life style, but an honest one, and I hope that Jessica does get to go out on the harvest someday.