ABOUT US

From war-torn soil to Washington pasture: A story of loss, legacy, and land reclaimed.

I was nine years old when my life changed forever. My parents and I boarded a plane with nothing but a few bags and a fragile hope-that in America, we could find not just safety, but a future.

We were fleeing the civil war in Nicaragua. But in truth, we were also running from the ashes of a dream.

Before the war, my grandfather was a proud landowner. A rancher, a farmer, a man of the earth. He worked acres of fertile land with cattle roaming freely and fields that fed our family and many others. That land was more than livelihood-it was identity, history, and heritage.

Then came the war. Armed men showed up at his farm one day, rifles in hand and threats in their mouths. "Leave everything... or lose everything," they said. And just like that, generations of work were stripped away.

They stole our cattle. They took our land. And they shattered my grandfather's life's work.

But they didn't kill the dream. They only buried it.

And a buried seed doesn't die. It waits.

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A SEED REPLANTED

In the United States, my father found political asylum. We started over. No land. No livestock. Just labor, sacrifice, and quiet prayers that someday, we might rebuild.

As I grew, so did a fire inside me. A whisper of memory. A fragment of soil under fingernails. A longing I couldn't name until I understood my family's story.

That whisper turned into a seed-and that seed became a dream: To reclaim what we had lost. To return to the land-not just to own it, but to heal it.

And at 40 years old, that dream came true. I became a landowner in Enumclaw, Washington. But I didn't want to just have land. I wanted to honor it. I wanted to steward it. I wanted to raise animals, food, and children in a way that makes this world better-not just for me, but for the five little girls who call me Dad.

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From Survival to Stewardship

Liberty Harvest Collection isn't just a farm-it's the rebirth of a family legacy.

Here, we raise pasture-based beef, pork, poultry, and turkeys using rotational grazing methods inspired by Joel Salatin. We grow no-till vegetables, rich in nutrients and flavor, without ever disturbing the living soil below.

We don't use chemicals. We don't follow industrial shortcuts. We follow the rhythms of nature and the values of a family that lost everything once-and refuses to lose it again. Every animal we raise. Every vegetable we plant. Every inch of soil we protect. It's all a love letter to what was lost... and what has now been reclaimed.

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This Is Liberty

Liberty, for us, means more than a name.

It means freedom from the systems that poison our food and pollute our land. It means freedom to grow with integrity, to teach our children where real food comes from, and to serve our community something better than convenience-it means truth.

Our mission is simple: Regrow what was lost. Reclaim what was stolen. Restore what was broken. We're doing that with every harvest, every box, every honest meal.

This is the American Dream, planted deep in the soil of sacrifice and watered with perseverance. And now it's bearing fruit-not just for us, but for everyone who believes in food that's real, families that endure, and freedom that grows from the ground up.

For Our Daughters. For Your Table.

I farm for my girls-the next generation of leaders, growers, and women who will inherit this land with pride.

But I also farm for you. Whether you're a seasoned rancher, a young homesteader, or just someone who wants to feed your family clean, honest food... Welcome to Liberty Harvest. 

Come visit. Walk the land. And see what happens when a dream survives the fire-and rises from the dirt.