Nice t’meet ya

Nice t’meet ya

Hey Y’all! It’s me, Woodsy. My journey to Hey Y’all Farm began when I was knee high to a grasshopper, thanks to my grandparents, who lived on a homestead just off an isolated highway through the foothills of the Ozarks. I spent my first several summers watching my grandmother canning in her hot, steam-filled kitchen, and snapping beans with her on the back porch. In the evenings when my grandfather returned home from his position as a state park superintendent, we would load up in his rusty brown Ford truck and dig for night crawlers on low side riverbanks.

A Welcoming Fire

A Welcoming Fire

Midday was well-established by the time I set out with my husband, my dog Charlie, and two friends to hike the remote Raven Fork River for an overnight camp. Located in the Qualla Boundary adjacent to the Great Smoky Mountain National Park, Raven Fork was an uncharted course for me, and I was extremely excited.