There are a lot of people coming and going at Whiskey Creek Farm. My first couple of days, there was two young German guys here wwoofing (and they managed to change my mind about twenty-year-old Germans – they can actually be really nice too. I was just a little unlucky at Time Out Farms), but after they left it’s only been me and Lori and her mom Vi living here. But there are the workers in the butcher shop, three different carpenters coming to fix stuff, customers and friends that just drop by for a chat and a bite. I don’t feel isolated in the least.
One of all these friends is Kathy. I’ve been at her house with Lori eating dinner and watching the movie about W. Edgar Hoover with Leonardo Di Caprio (scary story, but well made film), and one Sunday afternoon she came here and took me with her for a walk around Cameron Lake. It was a beautiful, sunny afternoon, and the walk was a wonderful brake from all the weeding. And the lake, with the snowy mountain tops in the background, was just magical.
I really feel like part of the family here, included in everything. I could stay here for months, taking it easy, getting dirt beneath my nails. But I have a conviction now. I need to move on, return to university and get my master’s degree. There are things that need to be done in the world. Talking with Lori and Kathy and all the other people I’ve met here, I’m more convinced than ever.
Katja Malmborg 