It didn’t take long to arrive at Circle Rock Ranch, also the home of Jody and Brandon. Two dogs lapped around our legs as we clambered out of the car, the only light around was coming through the house.
It was already dark by the time we got on the ferry. We looked out the window onto a monochromatic world of grey over murky waters. I didn’t notice when it departed Seattle, nor when it arrived at Vashon Island. We walked in the eerie stillness, following the gasy trails of the cars, and off the ferry into a world in sepia from the bronze street lights. A car slowed down next to us with the front window rolled down, and shadow in the front seat called out, “Are you looking for a ride?”
Before we could answer or make sense of this, a lean man with his hair tied in a neat bun swung open the car. He introduced himself as Brandon. Suddenly the ominous shadow became a warm, enthusiastic man loading our luggage in the boot. The stories I had heard about him, his food, his farm, somehow did not match this man. But a few minutes was all it took to knit the threads together, and it made sense that the memories and little details I had heard led to Brandon.
It was under serendipitous circumstances that we ended up coming to Vashon. Amado had become friends with Brandon in Los Angeles, so we first heard about Circle Rock Ranch through him. The Los Angeles transplants originally started Circle Rock Ranch in Topanga, then moved to Vashon one year ago. In the summer, two friends somehow ended up on the farm in Vashon on a trip to Seattle. Since then, every now and again something would come up that would give us the urge to visit, so this trip was long awaited. It just felt right.