First of all, wow. That’s about all I can say to sum up how truly and utterly humbled and warmed all the way down to my toes with how overwhelmingly lovely the response as been to our wee little announcement about a big ol’ adventure. What a bar we have seemingly set!
Which may have you wondering why I’m still chattering away here. In part this is because we’re still working through how First Time Farmers is going to look ultimately – and how much (as well as what kinds) of content should live there.
Should we just focus on the videos? Or would a blog where a few shorter musings per week and many a photo could live be worthwhile as well?
I’d be curious for feedback on this, so please let me know if you have thoughts either way! For now though, I figure this is the best place for this narrative to continue to grow and take shape over the next few weeks where we uproot our lives and transplant ourselves again.
On Saturday we packed a few days worth of belongings on our back and took off for the 7:30am ferry to Horseshoe Bay. Right, this is the part where you might recall we have 4 ferries to take before our final destination. Plus a Greyhound bus and many teeny towns up Vancouver island in between.
Harley was tucked into his fancypants Pet Fly’s carrier which is ever so discrete in shape and colour until you look closer and see a tremble-y pup and perhaps a tuft of hair poking out the side. Don’t mind the fact that dogs aren’t exactly 100% totally allowed on Greyhound buses. This would be a minor detail given he’s an unbelievably civilized traveling pup.
Finally we made it up to Cortes, and I had my first hitchhiking experience (sorry, Mom).
Yeah, I hitchhiked.
I, as in me…hitchhiked.
I have a sneaking feeling that this is possibly more shocking than my learning how to milk a cow…but I suppose for the sake of a writer’s integrity and whatnot I should clarify that by “hitchhiked” I mean that I watched the waves, scratched Harley’s ear through his carrier, monitored when my mobile reception dropped/came on, and munched on Teddy Grahams in the passenger lounge of the ferry from Quadra to Cortes while Scott kindly asked for a ride from a couple folks.
It took no time at all to meet Kasha, a kind, quiet guy in a small red truck who offered to drive us part way there but ended up taking us all the way after the rain started to come down. The driveway seemed to take 3x longer than I remembered from our last trip simply because I was absolutely dying to see the place again. It was all I could do to ask my car mates “are we there yet?” every five seconds – thereby dissolving the last few threads of ‘adventurer’ from my street cred.
We arrived safe and sound to two familiar face (Steven, a wwoofer who had been there since a few days before our April trip, and Elijah, farm owner Henry’s son) and three new wwoofers – Tira, Veet and Valentine. Henry was away for the evening but would be back the following night. Our bags down, Harley free from his leopord print prison…we were ready to see the Knoll House.
Had we neglected to mention we hadn’t seen it yet?
Right, left that detail out. See, we expected this weekend to be full of scrubbing, cleaning and general readying of the house we had never stepped foot in. Oh, we had walked around the property and seen photos. But we hadn’t actually done a walk through before Saturday.
Crazy as it is, my Type-A ‘have to be in control’ personality still doesn’t have any qualms or reservations about this. It just felt right.
This is where you roll your eyes and mutter something about me already going Granola or Oatmeal or Allspice or something.
Well it did and much as we may have briefed ourself for an adorable house that probably needed a fair bit of cleaning on the inside…we were shocked to find the place clean as a whistle and ready to move in.
Which meant we could enjoy the weekend.
Kittens, blueberries, s’mores, 5 day old calves, salmonberry picking walks, pancakes, landscapes, exploring, documenting, dreaming, planning, resting, preparing.
That was my weekend.
Not at all what we expected, exactly what we needed and now these photos and blissful thoughts need to carry me through two weeks of moving chaos. Wish me luck!