Back to the Land — And Grateful for Good Friends
Today was one of those good, salt-of-the-earth kind of days. I got to load up more fencing for our sheep and make a trip out to visit my good friend Grant—and his pigs, of course. If you’ve ever met Grant, you know that every visit is a memorable one.
Grant is a military veteran, a former paratrooper, and an all-around legend. He’s the kind of guy you don’t just meet—you remember. A little wild, completely unfiltered, and absolutely loyal to the core. He’s the kind of man who will walk through the fire with you and crack a joke while doing it. And let me tell you, the stories he carries are worth sitting down and listening to. There’s grit in his words, but there’s gold in them too. Some might call him certifiably crazy—but I say he’s certifiably awesome. I count myself incredibly blessed to have him in my life.
Today, our conversation turned from pigs and fencing to dreams and community. Grant and I are starting to hatch plans to expand his farm—to bring in more livestock and start up farm gate sales to serve the local area. And of course, I’m all in. I’ll help in whatever way I can, because I believe in what we’re building—not just barns and fences, but something deeper. A sense of place. A return to simpler, more honest ways of living.
What humbles me most is Grant’s generosity. He gave me enough old bison fencing to close in our entire back pasture for the sheep—and never once asked for anything in return. Not even a dollar. Just a handshake and a shared vision.
It reminds me of this truth from Scripture:
“A friend loves at all times, and a brother is born for adversity.” – Proverbs 17:17 (ESV)
Grant has proven to be both a friend and a brother in more ways than one.
Together, we want to bring back the old ways: neighbors helping neighbors, food grown with care, and community built on trust and shared purpose. We want to raise our families around those values and invite others into that same way of life.
Days like this remind me that the best kind of wealth isn’t measured in money—it’s measured in friendship, in purpose, and in the willingness to lift one another up.
So here’s to good men, hard work, and the kind of community that doesn’t just feed your body, but feeds your soul.
