I met Amos during the summer of 2009 while I was working at a small farm outside Palmer Alaska. I'd caught a ride up to Anchorage with my friend Rich, who had work lined up as a sea kayak guide out of Whittier. Rich was gracious enough to let me throw my bike on his roof and stuff my bicycle trailer and gear in his trunk. My original plan was to spend a few weeks seeing the state before riding back down to the states later that summer, but after our road trip through southern Utah and up to Alaska, I found that the meager savings of a ski bum really didn't go that far. So faced with a little new found perspective I spent some hours surfing the web and the WWOOF directory trying to line up some work-trade jobs and possibly something with some pay or stipend that could see me through the fall. After cycling about 1000 miles back and forth from Anchorage to Fairbanks, catching a ride down to Homer, I managed to find some paying work with this small farm located in the Matanuska Susitna Valley. When I wasn't pulling weeds or washing vegetables, I hiked the nearby mountains, went for some bike rides, and sampled some of the traditional local harvest, Matanuska Thunderfuck. That is, until I met Amos.