Our Story

Channeling Alvin and Minnie by Pamela

My Dad responds in disbelief that a political science degree and a career in hospitality can culminate in a passion to farm. He even cusses a bit about it. That’s him though. It probably goes back to the time he spent at the Searle’s Place in Hudson, Kansas, population – a little over 100 at best, where he grew up. Generational rebellion tried and true: He remembers caring for a herd of Hereford cattle, 30 hogs and a 100 chickens who were guarded by savage roosters that would take chunks from the legs of my grandmother.  100 + degrees in summer, below 0 in winter,  he recalls studying by Coleman lantern adorned in the hand-me-downs of 3 brothers and a sister. They farmed without electricity; the farmstead was heated by woodstove where they would end an evening carrying a heated brick to bed. My father is a water engineer by trade who started this world experiencing a windmill based water delivery system carried inside bucket by bucket in the young hands of ornery boys who needed to be kept in line with tasks of responsibility. They were poor, but everyone was.

Old time pictures at funerals show the undeniable wealth of shared culture…. selling eggs roadside, putting up harvest, fruit-picking, hand-plucking chickens and gathering for Grandpa Alvin’s Stratovera serenade accompanied by “value added products” otherwise known as barnshine. All this seemed to make everyone well, really alive. I feel nervous putting my grandparents picture online, as if it could rob their soul.

Wheat fields and sunflowers albeit beautiful are in direct opposition to the bounty of the Pacific Northwest. Green, lush and abundant.
Is there another path? Adventure on!

Ecolution by Thomas

I grew up in the rural midwestern farmlands of southern Wisconsin and the lakes and woodlands of Michigan’s Upper Peninsula. My love of food and agriculture grew strong during my college years on the shore of Lake Superior where I studied Forestry and Outdoor Recreation. By way of employment
as Fire Lookout in the like of Edward Abbey, I came to love the mountains which ultimately brought me to the Pacific Northwest in 1997 and eventually to Whatcom County in 2005.

US heck ya

We met and were friends for years before a certain Hoh river hike that turned into an expression of  mud frenzy.  One way or another, we have had our hands in the earth since. In 2010 we bit the bullet and bought the farm! The land led us to dom her “Vine Maple Acres” for the woodland tree that was so abundant. All the elements we were searching for were here: open space, sunny southern exposure, green designed buildings, a salmon creek, ponds, privacy, and enough room to accommodate cultural and musical events in a rural setting. Becoming…