Like I have mentioned, Adam and I are on a small farm rampage. Dedicating a lot of our time to stopping at farms, reading books, and just plain old day dreaming. Isn't it funny/slightly stupid how we dedicate so much time to one dream then once we are living that one we move on to dreaming about the next? I should probably practice living in the momemt more. Shouldn't we all?
While we were visiting friends in Portland, we met up with one of the best. Elli was a grade younger than me in elementary school, she has a wild spirit, drinks whisky like a man, reads books about mushrooms and natural medicine, and is a killer graphic designer. She took us out to Sauvie Island, just north of Portland, to see awesome farms in action.