Let me catch you up (again!) on the last month or so of my life.

My darling girlfriend and I spent a week in North Carolina on Cane Creek Farm three weeks ago. The farm is incredible, raising just about every animal I can name and more that I can’t. They have chickens for eggs in mobile hen houses who cruise huge pastures daily. They have free range, birth-to-death grass-fed cattle (that make a burger like you would never believe). They also have a rambling group of exotic breed pigs for sweet, tasty pork. They are truly happy animals.

Kate looking after a wounded Clinton-the-pig

On top of those regular farm animals they breed ducks, goats, donkeys, sheep, guinea hens, turkeys, cats, and dogs. The animals mostly hang out with each other, peacefully like some type of Eden. The farm is run by Kate’s cousin and we loved it so much she’s letting us come back for June and July to work and learn with and from her. In short, we’re pumped. The farm is set up the way I would run a farm, there are no shitty jobs. Really, no shit shoveling of any kind because it all goes back to the soil from whence it came. There is no ‘farm animal smell’ and the cute animals still like being petted from time to time. It’s basically an extension of the education I started getting in France, rounding it out with a productive, working farm that stresses quality above all, for the people, animals and food they all produce.

It might be the stepping stone to the next adventure. Or it might be the next adventure.