A farm is a magical place to a child.  It's like the Disneyland of all things agricultural.  As a child, you read stories about pigs that are friends with spiders, you play with plastic tractors and farm animals, you drink lots of milk and eat lots of eggs.  When you visit a farm, all those stories come to life. 

My grandfather had a farm.  A big farm.  Going to grandma and grandpa's house was always so much fun.  As soon as we got there, I'd quickly run out and start exploring.  I'd spend hours looking at my grandpa's tools, crawling through the hidden passages of the barn, chasing the horses around the pasture and rummaging through his junk piles. 

Fast forward 20 years.  Farming is still very much in my family and I'm darn proud of it.  My cousin Matt has a sweet farm in the foothills of Payson, UT.  He invited the family over after Christmas for some fun in the snow, on the farm, the way it should be.  With a 1946 Ford 9N Tractor, a quad and 3-wheeler, plus some sleds, we had a killer time.  We even started a fire in an old oil barrel.  It was agro-radness at its finest.

Big thanks to my cousin Matt and his wife Jenny for hosting such a great time on the farm.  Happy New Year.  May all of your wildest dreams come true.



This last picture is of me.  My cousin Matt was kind enough to let me take the tractor for a spin out in the field AND snap a photo of me tearing it up.  It reminded me of my Grandfather. I loved every minute of it.