East Canaan, CT

We got up early and walked to the train station in Philadelphia.  We took PA transit to Trenton and then NJ transit to NYC and then short subway ride to catch a Metro North line in Grand Centra to get up to CT.  In Waterbury, we met with Andrew's family, who drove us another hour to East Canaan, where Mark's cousins have several farm properties and related operations.

I'm still getting to know all the family connections and all that they are capable of doing.  But a surprise group of guests to one of their beautiful homes didn't phase them and the table was extended to accommodate 20, the kitchen filled with more and more people carrying fresh produce from their farms, freshly made pies, and capably commandeering the incoming goods into a feast for everyone.  There was even homemade ice cream for dessert.

They are related in different ways, different sets of cousins connected by marriage or siblings.  They have a camp ground, a dairy facility (that I believe we will see tomorrow), a catering company and greenhouse, a collection of animals (llamas, alpaca, peacocks....).  How strange it feels to not know where my food comes, not be capable in the ways that these people are.  

Tomorrow we will see more of this place, the homes of these people, and continue to piece it all together.