I’ll never forget the first time my parents came to visit us, twenty-somethings with a new baby, on our newly purchased property in the Champlain Valley. They pulled into our dirt driveway, just as our neighbor was herding his Holsteins to summer pasture beyond our land. Surrounded by dozens of cows, they were surprised and stalled as the animals moseyed through. But this was still farm country, after all and dairy was king. Thirty five years later the valley is still farming – but now it’s for wind and sun.