If you ever get the chance to drive alone under cold stars while listening to Bon Iver's Blood Bank, please do it. Make sure it's in the middle of a New England winter while your dog hangs her head out the frigid window, the heaters blasting in your face. Listen as you roll uphill past ghosts of birches and sugar maples and the places you once lived. These are the small moments without consequence that infect a whole lifetime.
Enjoy the story of a young writer living in Washington County with her fancy dogs, sheep, lots of chickens, fiber & meat rabbits, geese, ducks, turkeys, a hive and a garden. Expect to hear a lot about mountain music, the civil war, local food, and my friends along the way. It's a big time folks.