When folks comment about this farm being in the middle of nowhere, I reply that it is, actually, the centre of the universe. All relative I suppose. A few weeks ago I broke its gravitational pull long enough to visit some friends on the mid-coast, and made a quick overnight jaunt out to Ocean Falls, which was, for decades, universe central for thousands of people – with a sense of permanence enough to erect a hulking concrete hotel in the middle of town, swimming pool, apartment blocks. Now all but abandoned, the rainforest is slowly swallowing up the tumble down houses, cracked pavement, fire hydrants and all. A good reminder on the impermanence of everything, including this farmland that we presentably tend and toil away on to keep it that one step away from reverting to wilderness.
WoodGrain Farm 