“If anyone else were to tell me this story I would say they were full of shit, but not you. You got luck like that.” was the first response to telling the story. The thing is that although this is a story about farming, I am not myself a farmer. I am a guy with… Continue reading The end of the road.
I was in the backyard looking for a stray cat. In this case the backyard is the the thousand feet from my back door that ends at a rusty fence that demarks my land from the checkerboard of private and BLM land, which fades into the Willamette National Forest running up over the Cascade crest… Continue reading The Right Tool for the Job.