This is what farmers look like when you take them to the ocean.
They just get positively giddy seeing that much moisture.
This was my first visit to the ocean, and I was captivated.
I am not a worldly soul. I spent my first 17 years on the ranch that has been home to my family since 1913. I attended college less than three hours away from home, and when I married, I moved one whole county away from my hometown. My first trip in an airplane was in 1998 when the local co-op sent us to Minneapolis for a young farmer's convention.
My second trip in an airplane was in 2007 when the local Jaycees sent us to Phoenix for a young farmer's convention.
Since then, we have traveled with the same young farmers to Washington, D.C., Madison, Wisconsin, and most recently, Eugene, Oregon.
Those trips have expanded our horizons well beyond our rural life here in the middle of nowhere.
For example, who knew that there were big blobs of mucus on the beach?
But seriously, each time we travel with this group, I am reminded of the value of good friends, making time for a healthy marriage, and being open to new ideas in agriculture. If the members of this group are any indication of the future of our ag industry, we are in good hands.