my famous and death-defying little brother Jay took our photo the other morning when he visited beth and i at eckerton hill farm. we were knee deep in shale and tomatoes. the sun was at 10 o'clock. pulpit's rock was at our backs and sharp's ridge had our left side covered. the temperature was a perfect 80 degrees and red tailed hawks circled skyward riding down drafts above blue rocks campground.
my farmer tan was starting to turn into sunburn.
eckerton hill is owned by tim stark. its a pleasant if back-breaking place to work in the summers. and its weird and good that its now one of the most famous farms in amerika. read tim's just-released new book. he owns eckerton and he is also the dude cool enough to allow us to hold the film festival there every summer (which, considering the insane amount of peeple that descended on this year's fest, is very, very nice of him. or crazy of him)
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