Years ago, before we started the farm, camping was an activity that was always on the calendar.
It was true, at least in our minds, that there was no better way to experience the mountains in Big Sur, the beaches on the Oregon coast, or the desert in Joshua Tree.
Going beyond the well-kept paths and seeing those sweeping green canopies, waterfalls, and cacti from the vantage point obtained only through a multi-day trek, with wilderness camping along the way, was our preference.
It was so much a part of the fabric of our lives back then that we decided to elope in the woods in a place that was only accessible through hiking with a canoe overhead and then paddling for multiple hours.
I still remember putting on my wedding dress – which I snagged for $100 from a local department store – in a tent and getting to cook our first meal as a married couple over a smoky open fire pit with wood we had gathered the day before.
For years, we’ve pressed pause on such activities. The farm required so much of our physical and emotional energy that the idea of roughing it any more than we were at baseline (running a farm is no joke!) felt like a bad, very, very bad idea.
But we’re in a different season now, and it feels like every now and then, with a lot of advance notice, intense planning and help from our incredible farm sitters, there’s a window of opportunity or rather, an invitation, nudging us to get out there again.
Last week, we did just that. We took 4 days away and paddled over 45 miles into the wilderness, camping along the way. It was the most awake and alive either of us had felt in years.
Your Farmers,
Jenney & Greg
PS – It’s time to place your deposit for a Thanksgiving turkey. We’re already more than 3/4 sold out, so don’t wait to hop on board and reserve your bird HERE.
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