|Our amazing barn/apartment|
|The inside of our abode|
We helped plant thousands of seeds and seedlings, including mugwort, various types of salvia, goji berries, gumweed, sage, safflower, and calendula. Catherine will ultimately transform these and many others into herbal formulas. We also installed over 4,000 feet of drip irrigation, it took a little while to get all the kinks worked out, but it will be worth it in the heat of summer. We also did the usual weeding and bed preparation, and some greenhouse work. Swan Creek Farm was a really well organized and well cared for farm, and the beds Catherine described as weed-choked were probably the most pristine beds we've seen.
This farm was also the first officially Certified Organic farm we've been to so far on this trip. Because of her herbal business, the red tape and hefty fees of getting certified were worth it.
The Yadkin River Valley was a beautiful and interesting area, and we enjoyed our days off. The nearby library hosted an annual yard/rummage sale one day where we picked up a few things. The library was also handy when we needed to file our taxes from the road. That night, Catherine and Bill had a BBQ and shared yummy chicken, squash, potstickers, and grilled tofu with us. They made a great chef team with her prepping the food and him grilling it.
|Sketchy flea market vendor|
After the flea market we headed to Stone Mountain State Park.
Catherine and Bill had met there, and suggested it as a good place to go hiking.
|200 ft waterfall|
|A mountain of STONE!|
|View at the summit|
|Next time you sunburn, make sure your tag's not sticking ou|
To satisfy Randy's need for boardgaming, he found a local group of gamers in nearby Winston-Salem. The Camel City Gamers met that Tuesday night and Randy went into town to meet up with them at a local pizza place. Holly stayed back on the farm because she had a skype date with old friends, but Randy had a great time playing Age of Empires III.
|Tapping a pint|
|Taking a break from farming by playing Agricola|
The two weeks flew by and soon we found ourselves having to say goodbye. Swan Creek Farm felt like Circe's isle, Aeaea, where great feasts and a life of ease could make travelers contentedly remain there for a long time.