We crave simplicity. We seek, without knowing we seek, the growing things, the green things, the endless stretches of things. Our eyes fall on the soft lines of the natural world, and we feel a balance settle inside us. We love horizons and vistas, skylines and star scapes.
Often, my family and I travel for adventure, or change, or the chance to learn something new. Other times, we simply want to get away. We travel–near or far–most weeks of the year, so it’s rare that I write about it here as well as on Pit Stops for Kids. It takes a gem. It takes an experience that transcends the usual. Today, I want to introduce you to Leaping Lamb Farm.

I’m never surprised that my children almost always prefer our more basic, free-range vacation destinations to the five-star treatment (with the exception of Nate, our oldest…he’s become quite the discerning traveler). Leaping Lamb Farm is more than a destination: it’s a lifestyle that you get to live for the duration of your stay.
Located outside of tiny Alsea Oregon, along a dirt road leading to logging roads, beyond a winding country highway, Leaping Lamb sits in the coastal range of the Northwest about 45 minutes from the ocean. You arrive to see a big barn, green rolling pastures, a country house, and dense flower gardens against a backdrop of temperate rain forest. And right away, you know you’ll be settling in to stay awhile.

In fact, we never budged from the farm during our stay (unusual for roamers like us). The experience is hands-on: kids are included in all farm chores, and not just in a ‘here’s an easy job so you’re not in the way’ sort of way. No, this is in a ‘you’re an old hand and we sure could use you’ sort of way. In under 48 hours, we knew the names of all the animals, knew how to care for the livestock, had figured out all the gates and paddocks and locks and coops on this 60 acre spread. We splashed in creeks and wandered pastures and hiked trails and read good books to the sound of song birds. On several occasions, we even sat a spell. Until Leaping Lamb, I never really knew what that was, to sit a spell. It’s lovely.

We took a step back at Leaping Lamb. We worried about only the finite: where to feed is, who has been watered, what to make for breakfast, when the spring rain clouds would roll in. We nestled under blankets, watched movies, put together puzzles, and listened to the wind through the wide-open window of a hay loft.
If you get a chance to escape like this, go. Please go.
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