About a week after we left New York, Henri & I had the incredible privilege of being able to visit a special place in North Carolina, the Spruill Farm. We had stopped for a couple days around Elizabeth City on our way to the Outer Banks. Interestingly it is the birthplace of Edward Snowden, so I posted a “dumb” tweet with this information. I rarely tweet anymore ; I have the impression that I morph into a complete troll as soon as I log onto this specific social network… But this time I did post my “dumb” tweet and it was worth it.
A wonderful thing about the company where I used to work, Meetup, is that its employees are kind-hearted, beautiful people. So one of my former managers saw my tweet, which led her to connecting me with her Dad Jack’s farming project located about one hour from Elizabeth City. Henri and I were very curious about it and incredibly grateful to be granted access to a place we wouldn’t have found by ourselves. I was also a perfect photography subject on this sunny day, as one of my goals this year is to improve my photography skills.
Anyway, a few hours after the tweet we were there. I don’t think I’m ever going to interview at Twitter but if I ever do, this would be a perfect story on how great things can happen in real life just from a tweet (and how people can be just super great).
Here is how the farm is described on its Facebook page:
We wish to donate our farm on the SW shore of the Albemarle Sound in North Carolina for perpetual conservation and some combination of low-impact public access, organic farming or at least sustainable farming, environmental research and restoration, and education programs.
The farm has 110 acres, 75 of which are in cultivation, and 1,600 feet of undeveloped shoreline on the sound. The Albemarle is the largest freshwater sound in the world.
As soon as we arrived there, we knew we wanted to connect with the place a little longer than one afternoon. A 10-minute walk led us to an amazing dispersed campsite connected to the farm on the Albemarle Sound. There is very little public access on the Albemarle Sound, so imagine how lucky we felt to be allowed to stay. The temperature was good enough to camp. It turned out to be our first night sleeping in the van, as the past 2 weeks had been way too cold and we had been stuck in motels. We could not have dreamt of a better place to try out the van for the first time.
I went all the way to Lake Baikal earlier in my life to find that sort of peacefulness. It was a perfect place on earth.
We made fire and the night went great.
During the day I found out how to play with the aperture priority mode on my camera. I got a nice shot of two bald eagles perched together on a cypress tree. I was told by my host that it was the first time someone witnessed this at the farm!