Visiting the Family Farm: A Photo Journal

My family has a little farm house on some land in the Western part of Virginia and every couple years I go out to visit.

Highlights from the trip:

• driving a little old barely running Jeep around the trails, getting lost, broken down, but having just enough beer to make it back.

• starting the fire in the mornings before everyone wakes up. The downstairs living area has a fireplace that’s really the family centerpiece when we’re there.

• target practice and shooting guns in the backyard.

• the old lady ghost upstairs.

• letting the dogs off-leash to explore the area - Dragon seemed older or more mature than the last time we visited, as he stuck around a lot closer to the farm than he usually does.

the farmhouse

Dragon surveying the land for any potential prey

A couple barns and a happy dog

Dragon running through the fields, chasing me on the side-by-side.

Cascading creek on the land

Dad driving the old Jeep around the trails while Dragon chases us.

I always love this giant tree

This barn is covered in wood, and its frame underneath is log cabin style.

Kelly, at Springfield Distillery, down the road, has a couple donkeys and a few cows.

I sneak onto their farm while they're working in the distillery to pet the donkeys.

Dragon, the lap dog, sitting by the fire on Jeremy's lap after a long day of work and play.

Nanna and Dragon waking up on her 10th birthday

Big corn field and the trail that leads into the woods

Springfield's fluffy cows

Somebody hit the mailbox at the end of the driveway, so I replaced the pole with an old tree limb to hold the new mailbox.

Dragon and Jeremy playing with a stick while I tried to get the old Jeep started out at the barn.

Nanna snuggling