Long story, but to summarize.
My Grandparents started farming in So. Utah after the war in 1946. Built a farm from raw desert sagebrush ground. Not even a tree. Raised my Dad and two Aunts.
Big skip here - I spent as much time on the farm in the 70's with Grandpa and my Dad even though we lived in Northern Utah. Early 80's our family moved to So. Utah to a town 40 miles east of the farm. I went to school and worked on the farm.
90's I finished college but couldn't stand being inside of buildings or in a city, so further education was out. This did not make my Grandfather or Dad happy. My Grandpa didn't want any of us to become farmers. Became a paid ski bum (ski patrol) in the winter and farmed in the spring, summer, and fall. Married and started a family. Both of my Grandparents died in the mid-90's and my Dad, Uncle, and I tried to run the farm as part time farmers. Late 90's we determined that the farm needed a full time caretaker, so I moved my family out and lived happily ever after.