Born and raised on the south coast of B.C. I was awarded the rare opportunity to grow up both in “the country” and in the city. Now, generally people have a feel about a lifestyle, they either love it or they hate it. I suppose I’m an adaptable girl, because I loved both.
My husband and I eventually bought a little hobby farm on the BC coast and started a family. Every spring we would venture up to our friends ranch in Pritchard to brand cattle and turn them out onto the summer range. This was a highlight for us, year after year. We would work hard all day, feast in the evening on fantastic ranch-style cooking and sit by a fire at night staring at the stars. When the weekend was over we would pack up and head back down to the hustle and bustle and stress of the human race.
In April of 2016, we went up to Pritchard for our annual branding visit. As we drove back down through the mountains, a great sadness washed over both us. It was a feeling we’d come to know well. Suddenly, we were searching “Properties for sale”. It was as good as done. We were branding on April 28th and we moved onto our mountain on July 1st – that’s possibly some kind of record. Our family was scared, our friends were sad and we had been in such a hurry that we didn’t give anyone a chance to catch their breath. Yet still, not a day goes by that I don’t think this was the best decision we ever made. I’ve come alive in the mountains.
So here I am homeschooling two boys at the top of a mountain, raising my chickens, growing and hunting our food, foraging wild food and medicine, making soap and surrounded by hound dogs. Completely blessed to live this simple, uncomplicated and gentle life. I am truly under the spell of the mountains.