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Rearview Mirror; A Look Back After Three Years On The Farm

Bob on Feb. 11th, 2011. standing in front of the semi truck loaded with his heave equipment.
Bob on Feb. 11th, 2011. standing in front of a semi truck loaded with his man toys for the big move.

Three years ago, right now, I was spending my last day living in Colorado.  It was time to move to the farm.  We would leave before dawn the next morning, Bob and I each driving our own car and the dogs split between us.  We were embarking on a grand adventure, heading west to start a new vineyard and a new life in Oregon.  The photo at the top of this post is from the drive out.  That’s our dog, Dodger, reflected in my rearview mirror.

That's me with the backpack, doing my Producer thing.
That’s me with the backpack, on a beach in Japan, doing my Producer thing.

As we loaded up, I was incredibly focused on what I was leaving behind.  Top of the list was my career of 25 years and my paycheck.  It was my identity, my security and my independence.  Along with that there were my co-workers, the people I had become accustomed to seeing everyday.  I was close with some, others not, but all were part of my landscape.

Our house in Evergreen Colorado
Our house in Evergreen Colorado

There was my home of seventeen years in Evergreen, a place I loved and still love deep in my bones.  I think of Colorado the way some people think of their “homeland.”  I feel comfortable there.  Indigenous.  I have no right to feel that way.  I was born in DeKalb, Illinois.  But Colorado feels hometown to me.  I love the cool, crisp, dry air, the smell of pine, the exhilaration of open space and vast horizons, the sense of economic vitality, and the feeling of solid ground under my feet.  I hate squishy ground.

Bob with our critters at the time.  Dogs Henry, Woody and Jenny Lou have since passed on.
Bob with our critters in 2006.   Dogs Henry (yawning), Woody (black-masked setter) and Jenny Lou (white one in back) passed on before the move.  The horses, Dart and Joey, and dogs Brutus, Uma and Jenny made the move with us.

There was my hillside, some might say my mountainside, where I hiked my dogs when I got home from work.  Over the years, we had scattered the ashes of eight of our dearly departed dogs up there.  I felt like I was abandoning them.

There was my hockey team, The Colorado Avalanche.  Concerts at Red Rocks.  My Pilates studio.  My favorite rollerblading path.  The steakhouse up the street.  My dentist.  The girl who did my hair.

Me with a couple of my best college friends, Chris and Ben.
Me and Bob with one of my best college friends, Ben.

And of course, all of my family.  We are a complicated bunch but also incredibly close.  Especially me and my sisters.  And,  my friends.  People I have known since college.  We didn’t see each other often, but I liked knowing we could.

Everyone I knew was excited for me.  Who doesn’t dream of quitting their job, moving away, and starting a vineyard?  Except I didn’t want to go.  I was already “living the dream.”  I was happy where I was.

Ahhhh, I'll always miss that crisp mountain air.
Ahhhh, but I will always miss that crisp mountain air.

I won’t lie.  This has not been an easy transition for me.  But three years later, I can honestly say that this is home.  The farm.  The vineyard.  The little town of Elkton.  Soggy, grey, wet Oregon and all its squishy ground.  This is where I belong.

A lot of my comfort comes from knowing that the important things I feared I was leaving behind are still with me.  I have spent more meaningful time with my family here on the farm than when we all lived close in Colorado.  This is especially true of my nephews.  All kids should get to grow up visiting a farm.  I wouldn’t trade their experiences here for anything.

Boating with the nephews on The Umpqua River.
Boating with the nephews on The Umpqua River.

My friends are still my friends.  Always have been.  Always will be.  (Thanks guys).  I’m keeping up with my Pilates.  I can watch my hockey games on Center Ice.  Some TV work still comes my way (Thanks guys).  I  go back to Colorado to see my dentist.

But the thing that won me over more than anything was a conversation I had with a horse.  Yes, a horse.  They do talk if you listen.  The horse that set me straight is Buck, the retired race horse that “came with the farm.”  Both he and Luigi had been on their own for over a year by the time we showed up.  They were being fed.  But they craved human attention.

Buck and Luigi on the farm in 2010, before we came to live here, running to the fence to say hi.
Buck and Luigi on the farm in 2010, when Bob was looking at the property.

I spent my first year living here running back and forth between my old life in Colorado and the farm, trying to be both places at once. One day towards the end of 2011, when I went to the barn to say goodbye to Buck, he gave me a little snort of disgust and said “You know a horse is a relationship and if you keep leaving we’re not going to have one.”

That thought shot through me like a lightning bolt.  He was right.  By trying to be everywhere, I was no where, and worse, I was nobody to him.  And what is true for Buck is also true for all horses.  And dogs and cats and ducks and vines and donkeys and husbands, too.  Having it all was risking it all.

The farm has been home ever since that conversation with Buck.

A good omen: A rainbow spans our tilled soil on the first day of spring.
A good omen: A rainbow spans our tilled vineyard site on the first day of spring, 2011.

A lot happens in three years.  It was my intention to start this blog right after we moved here to document and share our story as we lived the dream and started the vineyard.  Funny thing though, it’s hard to document when you are learning and doing all at the same time.  I feel as though both the vineyard and I are finally in a place where I can observe what is happening and share it in a meaningful way.  I know who, what, and where I am now in a way that I didn’t when we arrived.

I hope with this post, and the posts at the top of the blog (Hooves, Paws, Peeps, Vines and Wines) I’ve laid out the back story up to this point so anyone interested can come along from here without feeling as though they’ve missed too much.  I promise, there is plenty to come!  There’s always something happening on a farm.  All of my posts won’t be this long.  And no, this won’t be one of those blogs where I go on about my inner struggles.  This blog is about horses and dogs and grapes and wine and tractors and rain and mud and rainbows.  But in the interest of honesty, I think I had to sort this out to get started.

Welcome to the farm.  You’re gonna love it here.