Tahlequah Farm, nestled between the Olympic Mountains to the south and the Strait of Juan de Fuca to the north, began in my childhood, watching my maternal grandparents’ farm wheat in western Kansas, and my paternal grandparents grow peaches in western Colorado. With a degree in Crop Science, I started to dream of my own farm. But Life got in the way, as it does sometimes.

“Farm days” were what I called them – those days working at a lab bench as a chemist in the Upper Midwest when I daydreamed about that far-away farm. But it was more than just a daydream. It was a visceral longing.  In the late ‘80s, still searching with my husband Mike for that special place, we discovered the North Olympic Peninsula.  On my bulletin board at work I pinned photos of area farms, a Washington State ferry map and newspaper clippings of Port Townsend’s annual Farm Tour. I snuck peeks at the Hood Canal webcam when no one was looking, just to see what the weather was like out here.  It was my way of dealing with not being where my heart truly wanted to be.

And the “Farm Days” steadily turned into a “Farm Plan.” After multiple trips out to Washington State over the ensuing years, meeting wonderful farm friends, mentors,  building community and connections, and two months living on our sailboat Avatar (in the winter),  our long-held dream finally became a reality.

Welcome to Tahlequah Farm. May we serve as an inspiration to everyone with their own dream.

- Cyndi Ross