We're moving!
Bittersweet update: after nearly a decade of calling Wacky Nut Farm home, we’ll be moving at the end of the month.
I wrote an obnoxiously long ode to The Nut this morning that Instagram promptly ate. What an editor’s note, but point taken.
A short-ish ode:
My first visit to The Nut was after Syrano had very suddenly died, I had just sold Cris, and had nothing short of declared I was getting out of horses. (Ha. Classic, right?) I was working at Beecher’s in Seattle, didn’t have a car, had a blog about my dog riding a bus the city, and ran very long distances for no other reason than I had A LOT of time to kill. To my droughty CA brain, training horses in the PNW sounded miserable…and muddy.
Enter Wacky Nut Farm. Neither miserable nor muddy, I’d have to change my mind about this declaration thing.
There is no combination of words that I can put together that would be acceptably unrambley or even approach capturing what this barn has done for me. Like anywhere meaningful, a little bit of me will always stay here, but the future I was shown could exist, much less be mine, is going with me.
We won’t be going far. I have a darling barn ready for us in Kingston, with more news coming about my training program as the time comes.
Endless thanks to the owners of Wacky Nut, who made this dream farm real and generously shared it with the whole community. I can only hope the future owners will love and be in awe of it as much as we know it deserves.