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Back of Beyond Farm is a small, family run operation in Rist Canyon, Colorado. We work closely with natural rhythms to create wellness teas from indigenous and naturalized plants. 2013 marks our 4th year of supporting our community through tasty teas. In the year ahead, we hope to continue our work of not only producing healthful teas, but also exploring the edges of what it means to farm and be a part of a place.

Thursday, December 3, 2015

Tea Sales, Winter and Work

Hello to you all,

Well the Good Earth is covered in Her blanket of white, up here. Suspect that will be the case as we bend towards Solstice.

Our only outlet for tea sales this year is coming up at the annual Stove Prairie Winter Festival, Saturday, December 5th from 10-4pm at our country school.

I am excited to say that our local foods movement continues to grow and evolve in Fort Collins. Sometimes the lines between local food and locally "sold" foods is blurred, but it's nice to see a well rooted group of farmers making there way in our locale. Back of Beyond Farm will keep adding ur minuscule contribution, a couple of tea bags at a time, as long as the Sun shines, the Earth spins and the Heavens send their water.

Look forward to seeing some of you in the magic of the season ahead and in the memories of seasons past.

Tuesday, April 14, 2015

New Post - Finally


It's been a long time and my promised hiatus has been filled with learning and growing. These past few weeks I've had my hands in the soil, cultivated by the musings of this blog, and it is rich.

Farm business has been about forest business and for the past year I've been tied up in doing evaluations and restoration efforts on small creeks, rivers and hillsides all over the High Park Burn area. For the most part - it's looking good. Animals and plants are responding to more water, more sunlight, more space.
The essential questions stay the same: "How do I want to live on this Good Earth?" "What is mine to make and be?" "What am I leaving in my wake?"

I expect I might pick up the keyboard and hammer out some words with more frequency, and I also know that the weather calls, the hills call, the forest calls and the hands of the little farmers are always so busy. So this is just a note - telling you all that my little swath of mountainside is doing just fine.

Thursday, August 14, 2014


Well - it's been a long time, and I promised it would be. Working on keeping my "too many" promises.

It's been a full Summer and the Good Earth communed with the Powers of the Sky for wonderful moisture - the result has been tremendous growth - a good rooting year for our herbs to build and store for whatever lays ahead.

In a couple of weeks we'll have full inventory of available teas. For now, we are still harvesting and drying.

Projects abounded and will continue. A few pictures to support that it has not all been swimming and fishing and Summer escapes.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Towards Spring - New Farm Year

It's been  long while since we last talked. Much has happened since - nothing of great significance, when viewed from outside our home and family. Yet, inside it all, so many little miracles of health and healing, coming and going, losing and winning. We've grown, even as we await new growth from the Spring Sun, making love to the rousing Winter Earth.

This year on the farm will be a bit different. It became apparent, last Year, that we were up against infrastructure limitations.  We had/have limited processing and storage capacity. Our time gets split a t least five ways and in each of those a dozen odd more. This coming year I have some commitments I need to make and hold fast to. Which means we'll be suspending our CSA for the year. We'll do periodic announcements of what's available and we plan to get even closer to our original vision and have some regular farm stands with the freshest and wildest herbs, fruits, and veggies available by season. Look here and on our Facebook page for those updates.

So this year we'll work on building infrastructure for generations to come. I'll work on keeping a promise I made to my Mom (the deadline is May 7th, 2015 - my 40th birthday). And I'll keep some promises to myself and the three other farmers and  my best-friend, wife.

Over the past four years of production we've offered countless cups of nourishing herbs to our community and beyond. We're proud to have done it - and we look forward to continuing to offering healing to all of you and to the Good Earth from which we're all conceived. Till we talk again - Happy Almost Spring

Thursday, January 2, 2014

New Year

Welcome to the New Year. There are possibilities afloat, when the calendar flips. In my little world of forests and children and family and friends and work - things are always changing. In an effort to root in this new calendar - in this new Solar round - I am stepping away from the blog for a few weeks - with an effort to honor time and intentions towards making 2014 the best year yet.

Talk to you all later. Till then - enjoy becoming, more fully, who you've committed to be.

Tuesday, December 24, 2013

First Seasons:Harverst Feast

The table is set:
Tonight - wild elk sausage, smoked wild goose, and first harvests of wild pheasant. Hoping you have a belly full of good food and a soul stirred with the knowledge that you have a place in your blessed center of this Good Earth.

Merry Christmas

Saturday, December 21, 2013

Solstice 2013

Light - Love - Joy - Peace - to all of you and to our Good Earth and all the creatures that share this blue-green gem of a home. 

Tuesday, December 17, 2013

First Seasons: Mark's First Elk Hunt

Seems like a long time ago when Beau, Mark and I set-off on what would be Mark's first elk hunt. I didn't pull a tag, so was relegated to guide and pack animal - a role I readily take-to.

Mark grew up, with Beau, hunting in Minnesota - close shots, thick woods. When we left camp, I failed to inspect Mark's clothing situation. 45 minutes later and into a steep climb, I became aware that not only was he too hot, but his pants were "swooshing" like starched corduroys. I think Beau noticed at about the same time because he ditched me and his little brother to take another route. I cherish these moments of the hunt: predawn, anticipation - kicking ass up the hill while the out-of-staters struggle for breath.

We had a fortunate wind - blowing hard, loud and straight from the West  - the direction we were approaching. When we crested the saddle, I spotted elk right away - in the open and feeding where they always seem to be. Mark couldn't spot them. For what felt like many minutes, I tried to get him to see the elk - 325 yards off. It wasn't helped by me constantly spotting more elk and one of them a huge bull. When it was all said and done there were 7 elk - all bulls, strung out across 100 yards of hillside, feeding unaware. We got to 250 yards and I asked Mark if he wanted to take a shot, fearing wind, Beau, other hunters would spook the herd.

He declined, asking to get a little closer. We had a good approach so I said sure, but be ready to shoot. We advanced to 200 yards and I asked again, then we heard Beau shoot. Now was the time. The huge bull ran then paused - Mark shot and missed. I told Mark to get to the edge of the cliff we were approaching to intercept other elk coming up the draw. Two bulls, both legal, hung up at 75 yards from the cliff edge. Mark got into position. I'll spare the details. Beau had shot a very nice 5x5 bull, not 20 yards from where he and I both got our bulls the year before. Mark didn't get an elk.

The three of us made "big into little" over the next couple of hours and hiked the first load of meat out of the wilds and back to camp - a grueling endeavor - making me happy for the missed shots of Mark. Though I wouldn't let him off easy. Many jokes were made at his expense.

Over the next few days they hunted and saw two more herds of elk - all cows. Mark relaxed and began the forgiveness process that is always hardest with ourselves. The hunt made me think of all the things that there are to learn when it comes to hunting - creating a search pattern (what do elk look like in low light at 300 yards) what to wear (layers of soft, noiseless, de-scented clothing) how to cut up the elk and respect the life that joins ours, what to bring and not bring in your day pack. Details - best learned while trying and failing.

It's all a part of first seasons. Learning, again and again, how to do what we've done many times before or never in our life. Writer Rick Bass poses that hunting make us a more creative and imaginative animal. We're forced to think of another being in a way we rarely think about ourselves - where are they, what are they doing, how to do I find them and so much more. I engage in all sorts of outdoor and wildlife related pursuits - but none grounds me stronger, roots me deeper than hunting. In sharing so many firsts this past Fall, I am overcome with how much I have learned. In the end, my greatest harvest of the year is the beginner's mind. I look forward to next seasons and putting that mind to work.

Friday, December 13, 2013

St. Lucia

Happy St. Luci's Day! This is one of the three "high" holidays between Thanksgiving and Christmas we celebrate in our home (St. Nicholas Day on December 6th and Winter Solstice on the 21st). A candlelit breakfast of sweet rolls and sausage and our Luci lighting the dark morning with her crown of lights and greenery.

Here's hoping you all fight a little light in your day!

Wednesday, December 11, 2013

Surviving the Freeze

Cold? This past week, for much of the US,  Siberian air has swept in and settled deep. Today we saw the wild Chinook winds blow and the streets do a little melting. But over the past five days, frigid temps have been the norm.

For most of that time I still had stuff to do outside - supervise pre-teens playing hide-and-go-seek at -5, sledding, Christmas Tree sales, Winter Festival Set-up and Take-down, and visiting friends picking out their holiday greenery. I used to get so cold - a problem for more than me. My dad spent his ice fishing, snowmobiling and winter escapades rubbing frozen toes and numb fingers. So, I've become a student of staying warm.

Much of this started in reading and studying The Winter Wilderness  by the Companion by the Connovers (Maine winter trekking guides). They spoke my language and I worked their ideas into a Master's degree. I've studied polar explorers and Scandinavian woodsman, trying to get the best idea for how to stay warm. Turns out, that the old German grandmas and grandpas that surrounded me growing up might have had the best ideas.

Every grandmother had a silk scarf (adopted by our local Cowboys) and all the old Germans from Russia grandpas wore outrageous fur caps. Heavy mittens were standard. I inherited my dad's old pair of "choppers" a few years back. Last Christmas I was gifted my Grandfather-in-law, Al's, fur hat. And the scarf was a new purchase - to replace the paisley thrift store find I'd worn elk hunting for years.

Here they are - appropriately ugly in this new streamlined - go-lite/patagonia world.

I've gone back to more natural fibers. Gore-tex is the partially hydrogenated fat of the clothing world (at least to me). Wool breaths - so does cotton! I spent a little too much on a cotton jacket from Fjallraven last year and waterproof it with their special beeswax. And fur and leather do on our bodies what they did on the creatures we harvested them from: keep us warm and allow our perspiration to get away. I put that cotton jacket through 4 days of down pours during the flooding, and only on the fourth day did a seam leak - quickly remedied with more wax. 

I find myself looking to the old ways and learning how to survive in our new, ever-changing world. Laying in bed last night, Jen said, "How did people survive in the winter?" I can't imagine it was always pleasant, but in my ugly hand-me-downs I get a little glimpse into how they did it.