After six months of choosing where we wanted to buy land and four going out to see properties, we bought our farm!
Looking for the right place
When looking for land, I wanted to: be far from conventional farmland (water quality concerns), have plentiful water available, have temperate weather (only snows for a day or two, rarely hits 90), limit our wildfire risk, be zoned favorably, and stay in budget. We settled on Northern, coastal-ish California.


Most parcels we drove the thirteen+ hours to see were forested and hilly, with winding creeks and gravel roads–not the kind of land that may come to mind with the word “farm.” There are many cattle ranches and former cannabis farms in this area (we bought one) and people are thrifty and creative.
On our first trip, we met with a friendly realtor who drove us an hour into scenic Kneeland, only to get lost. Zig zagging our way to what we thought was the property, we unknowingly took a shameless tour of the entire neighborhood. We toured a yurt overseeing a very large and well-built greenhouse–which our realtor suggested could be extras (unfortunately, not on the property) and surveyed other “extra” hoop houses that were in tip-top condition with wells and solar (unfortunately, also not on the property). We were, however, relieved to find a few structures that are not on the property!




Finally, we found the 150+ acre property, only to discover that the home was overcome with rats–destroyed by greed bringing the grow indoors (supplementing an already extensive permitted operation). Local contractors estimated somewhere in the ballpark of $400k to bring the house to a livable condition.
My husband also pointed out that this property was extremely windy. The house and surroundings are up on a hill, with a completely exposed southwest side–the hoop houses were blown sideways. We felt pretty defeated after seeing what we dubbed “rat house” at the top of our budget, even before making repairs. But, this experience taught us that we absolutely needed to go to the house and to not trust the listing photos!








The right place
Continuing our search, I found a gorgeous hay house (pictured below). I went down a rabbit hole reading about these and fell in love with the concept. The inspection report for this house showed that it is closer to a stream than permitting allows and that the overhang of the roof isn’t long enough, causing patches of hay to rot. Also, while stalking the owners online (bad habit, but highly recommended), I found that there is an ongoing water dispute with this property. I tried to find contractors who could build a professional frame into which we could fill bales and plaster with lime, but didn’t get very far. I haven’t found another hay house in any of my searches, and my sister tells me they are very difficult to insure, but who can blame my oogly googly eyes for those deep window sills, high thermal mass, charming style, and all-natural materials?
Another house that we felt catfished by was literally down in a ditch. Online, it looked bright and nice (views, hardwood floors, simple style, a big barn). In person, the rooms felt small and with low ceilings, the floors felt weak and creaked, there was fake tiling (like a plastic wallpaper on the floor?), and the house was practically built on top of lower hoop houses. It took me less than a minute from arriving to decide it was time to go.
Another home that I saw potential in didn’t have electricity or water. It could have once been a gorgeous homestead, but had a cheaply built reflective growing addition on the back, blocking windows in the (moldy) bathroom. This home, too, had fallen apart from indoor growing. It had sweet features like stained glass windows and a sun room, but we were purchasing with a loan so it wasn’t an option, both for the lack of working utilities and for its fixer state. This one was on perhaps the most beautiful parcel of land that we considered.




Making our offer
We almost didn’t bother to go see the house we ultimately bought. It also didn’t have working utilities and was already at the top of our budget. The seller was willing to make the utilities operational, but I figured this would take the purchase price out of our budget.
Once we finally went, I took one step through the door and said, “I love it, I’m ready to buy!” It felt sturdy, I loved the terra cotta tiles in the kitchen and the wood flooring throughout the rest of the home. There are beautiful skylights in the upstairs rooms, there is an ADU with a separate entrance for my husband’s office/man cave. There is a fixer cabin that we want to renovate for guests. Plenty of space is outside for building hoop houses and growing our medicinal herbs. The home feels well built and has no trace of mice, even in the crawl space & attic. It is sheltered between higher hills from wind (but is not down in a ditch), has flowers growing everywhere, has several extra structures (barn, shop, cabin, sheds), has plenty of spaces for growing herbs, has a stream. Honestly, it is just perfect. Each time we’ve visited, even for a septic inspection with an empty house, I’ve wanted to stay indefinitely. I breathe a little deeper, listen to the birds, watch the sprung up flowers sway in the wind (what a marvel that so many popped up without irrigation).






The seller was serious about making the deal: he restored the solar and the spring water systems, he installed a handrail when the appraiser requested, and got a signature from a previous owner when our title company requested. Ramy and I jumped through our own set of hoops (mostly related to our loan not starting underwriting until closing day) and were relieved once we finally signed the dotted lines. We couldn’t be happier with our purchase. I can’t wait to start bringing our dreams to life here!












Life is vibrant and beautiful, and now we need to sell our city house in Escondido.

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