Shame on me..

I suppose I will use this blog to share some of my secrets of being a "bad environmentalist." OK. I have only gone to a farmers market once in my life. It was in the summer of 2002, I was living in Park City, UT. Like most of my friends, I worked seasonally, in the winter and in the summer. The other seasons were made for exploring, mountain biking, hiking, kayaking, rock climbing, you name it. Everyone lived off their seasonal savings, and their unemployment checks. But that was our choice. I remember the carefree lifestyle, every wed night there would be free concerts in the park, a great way to unwind after a day of biking or spring skiing. So one day my friends and I decided to ride our bikes to this new even that was happening in the parking lot of the Canyons Resort, (the resort I worked at.)So we went to this event, a farmers market. There were tents filling the parking lot. They included fruits, veggies, and if I remember correctly, the local bakery used to make bread, and maybe some people selling soap or something. This was my first and only time at a farmers market. It was not what I had imagined, it seemed as more of a social gathering than a shopping experience. People showing off their new 3,000 mountain bikes to each other, their newest patagonia gore tex uber light weight rain coat, etc. So maybe it was traumatic to me I remember buying cherries, and a bag costing me around $10.00 and a few other things but I know the $25 I took from the atm probably would have gotten me more food at a present day whole foods. I was supposed to get a snack that I could share at the concert at the park that night and I came with a few handfuls of cherries. And I had to bring a bottle of wine. Mind you this is UTAH there are stupid laws on booze here, so there is not cheap Trader Joes Charles Shaw wine. Not for hundreds of miles. Long story short, I could not afford the farmers market. It was tailored towards a more elite audience. And come to think of it, how many farms are there really in Utah, its so dry there, who knows where the food came from. But because of this shameful day of not being able to afford the farmers market, I have not been to one since. And of all the talking of farmers markets in our classes, I feel like I should be eating my food from there. But I feel like its a place I do not belong, like an elite club that I never received the invite to. I have to wonder if I am the only person who feels this way?