I went up through the Snoqualmie River valley, a month after the big flood. There are copses of trees by the roads that are full of pumpkins, just drifts of pumpkins that floated out of the fields. It's surreal.

Between the physical soil compaction and the mass death of little soil critters, I can't imagine that those fields are in good shape. Not to mention that God only knows what was in that floodwater. I can imagine being an organic farmer up there, responsibly managing my soil conditions, and then, just, there it all goes.