Because our farm is located on a Peninsula, there are two different ways to get there: you can drive North until you reach Seattle and then take a 30 minute ferry ride (the ferry holds something like 300 cars onboard, how cool is that?) across the Puget Sound, or you can drive West across the Tacoma Narrows Bridge and then drive North up the Peninsula itself. Usually we take the bridge route but we had some errands to run in Seattle, so we took the ferry instead.
I love that ferry. The view of the Seattle skyline never gets old.
They also sell wine and beer. So there’s that.
We arrived at the Seattle Ferry terminal 40 minutes before the next ferry, so we decided to let Sam out of his car seat and stretch his legs for a bit. He had a great time running wild and Gabe had an even better time chasing after him.
I wish I had taken photos while we were on the ferry as opposed to photos of us waiting for the ferry, but it was too difficult to take pictures and ensure Sam didn’t fall off the side of the boat all at the same time, so the camera was put away too soon.
I like the sign in the last picture. I need one in my bedroom.
These past four days have been a whirlwind. Gabe and I have decided to renovate the farmhouse and live in it for the next three years while saving up for our Forever Home. Our current residence is just over 2000 square feet and the farmhouse is just shy of 1000, so it will be an adjustment but one we are willing to accept if it means we can live on the farm that much sooner. We spent our evenings scouring builder’s websites and our days meeting with said builders. We finally chose one this morning and we’re excited to get the ball rolling so to speak. I wanted to make sure we have plenty of before and after photos so I spent my mornings photographing various structures that will either be renovated or torn down.
The back of the farmhouse (I don’t know why I didn’t take a photo of the front, I’ll have to include that next time) needs a lot of work. We plan on refinishing and adding to the deck, as well as enclosing the covered area over the backdoor and creating a mudroom. A mudroom is a necessity in the Pacific Northwest, especially on farms. Otherwise, you end up spreading grass, dirts, and Lord knows what else all over your house on a daily basis. And who has the time to clean that up?
The garage is a total loss (except for the doors, we plan on salvaging those) and will be knocked down. A new garage will be built in its place. We decided to keep the little garden shed as is for now. The structure that you can see just beyond the shed and the orchard fence will also be torn down. It looks like it was once a wood shed/slaughter house, but now it’s just a death trap waiting to happen. Oh, and it houses killer wasps. True story (at least, this is what I told Gabe after I entered the building and saw what appeared to be an ancient, abandoned wasp nest).
The tiny little house with the lattice siding is actually housing an old well. It’s charming but needs to be replaced. I love how it looks like something out of a fairy tale. I want to keep it, provided it doesn’t prove to be just another death trap (please refer to wood shed housing killer wasps).
In other news, my dad was picking up hay at the local farm store and they offered him two chicks for free. They were leftover from a previous order and they didn’t want to keep them. They are Naked Neck chickens and they lay brown eggs. The name is quite literal as you can see; they grow feathers everywhere except their necks. It makes them look like baby vultures.
I sort of love them.
This weekend was lazy. It was rainy, dark and cloudy, which gave us the perfect excuse to stay in and lounge around in sweats all day. Sam was the lucky recipient of a brand new set of foam letters and numbers. They are meant for the tub; sticking to flat surfaces when wet, but Sam seemed to enjoy them just as much out of the water as he does in the water. They are now covered in tiny little bite marks. Babies are similar to puppies in that way. It’s so cute.
We also decided to try out our new dehydrator. After slicing, peeling and coring the apples, we stuck them on the trays and then turned they dehydrator on. Easy peasy. Very little work involved. Gabe likes to eat them like chips; popping one in his mouth every time he walks through the kitchen. I don’t really care for them myself, but as long as I don’t have to can them, then I’m all for dehydrating.
We are going to be spending the next few days at the farm, hopefully meeting with builders to discuss the renovations to the farmhouse. I’ll be sure to take lots of pictures now that Fall is in full swing and the leaves are changing. I can hardly wait till the farmhouse is done and we can finally call the farmhouse home. Here’s hoping we find a builder this week ready to make it happen!