Just about everything in the curing shed could be stripped and stored now, but I'll give it all until late next spring.
I began a new kiln run yesterday, which will continue through the end of December. I have about one more kiln load to process from my 2021 crop.
This morning, I drove over to a nearby (~1½ miles away) farm, to see if they had any winter squash that I could purchase. They used to grow a couple of dozen varieties each year. But ~20 years ago, the owner was killed in a motorcycle accident. Since then, that farm has transitioned from farming to agri-tourism, and finally now to agri-entertainment. It's become an episodic, mini amusement park. Instead of sitting in a hay wagon towed by a tractor, children sit in a long chain of tiny train cars, towed by a 4-wheel-drive golf cart. Their little market building, which used to sell what they grew, now sells t-shirts and mugs. And the only winter squash that they grew this year was a gazillion jack-o-lantern pumpkins. I'm sure that the "farm's" income is greater and more secure than when they grew food.
I can't fault them. Even the state parks are adding carousels and zip-lines and holiday light displays. It helps urban folks discover that even nature is just another gimmick.
Bob