On the farm

Rob has a new camera so brace yourself for some photo documentation.
Last weekend, we visited Megan and Keith on their farm in north central Washington. Megan used to live in my neighborhood. We became friends and walked and talked a lot. And she was impressive in many ways, but really seemed like somewhat of a city girl. Not so. She and Keith have bought a farm and gone to work like you wouldn't believe - they milk goats, grow and cut hay, tend big gardens, make delicious sourdough bread, raise chickens and then hang them up and shoot them in the head to kill them. And they write and sing songs about life on the farm. I mean, talk about hard-core country livin'!

And, as you can see, the kids were in heaven... The fresh goat milk was enough to send anyone to heaven. It is so creamy and sweet without any hint of what most of us city-folk think of as "goatiness." Megan hand-milks Pork Chop twice a day and then flash-pasteurizes the milk herself.

On the way home, we stopped a park in Cashmere to eat some lunch and let the kids run around. They rewarded us for this stop by falling asleep for the rest of the ride home.