This region used to be filled with thousands of acres of farmland that were dedicated to corn, tomato, melons, and other vegetables through the years; however when I was a kid, our parents took me to that beach nearly every weekend! But I remember driving through the farms and they seemed to go on for miles and miles.
When marijuana was legalized in this state for recreational use, marijuana changed the farming industry, and a lot of hometown farmers applied for marijuana growing licenses.
At first, all of the licenses were approved… During the hour year of legalization, the state was much more selective and only particular farmers were allowed to renew their legal marijuana growing license, and my parents were a single of the people that had their license renewed the hour time. My parents had to make a lot of fluctuations in order to continue growing marijuana commercially. All of the fluctuations meant spending a ton of money, and our parents didn’t have a lot of extra money, they had to mortgage the farm to pay for all of the fluctuations! Fortunately, the fluctuations meant a much greater operation. At a single point, our Mom said this is the time when both of us have to make our own future or become relics of the past. My Mom worked from sunup until sundown so she could have a successful farming operation, and now our family cannabis farm provides products to more than a dozen weird dispensaries in the whole region. My Mom risked everything to become a marijuana farmer and he is a single of the success stories, others failed where our Mom flourished instead.