Tuesday, October 5, 2010

Farm #1. Los Angeles, California

Curled up in a ball wrapped in my sleeping bag. I got my winter jacket on and a wool scarf wrapped around my face. It's cold in Southern California?

Emily is reading with her headlamp on and Erika is trying to find a comfortable spot because the side of the tent in wet.

The chickens let out a big wail.

All of us crammed up in a tent...

I let out a big burst of laughter.

Fuck. The situation that we have put ourselves in ladies...

Interesting to say the least...I am still happy

We have breakfast, lunch, and dinner every day together on a wooden table discussing the importance of sustainable living...getting to know people from all walks of life. We talk about the earth, we talk about travel, we talk about our "previous lives" in which have brought us to this place right here.

It's the people. It's the conversations. It's the atmosphere of living off the land that bring a wholesomeness to this place and make me happy to be sitting in a tent, freezing my ass off...dirty as fuck...but still with a smile on my face.


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