Lorane, OR

Some salad materials picked from Rich and Denise’s garden (+ balsamic)

Nancy with her two pet donkeys

When we were with my sister in Yellowstone, she told us that if we ever passed through Southern Oregon, we should stop at Rich & Denise’s farm (called Hey! Bales).  Rich and Denise are Keenan’s (Cara’s boyfriend’s) aunt and uncle.  They live on a farm in Lorane, OR, about 30-45 minutes West of Eugene, OR.  Keenan spent some Summers there, and Cara has stayed there a couple times as well.  She said “you just have to see how they live out there on the farm.”

Now, I’ve been interested in farming and farm life ever since I read ‘The Omnivore’s Dilemma’ years ago.  That book made me think about where my food came from, industrial vs. small-scale organic agriculture, introduced me to the concept of vegetables as a meal, and eventually led to my signing up for a CSA (a weekly delivery of vegetables from a local organic farm).  So when we heard there might be an opportunity to spend a couple days on an organic farm, we had to go.

Only one issue – we had never met Rich and Denise before (Keenan’s dad Bill would also be in town), so we were counting on their extreme willingness to let total strangers stay with them.  Cara told us they’d be happy to have us by, but you never really know with this sort of situation.  As it turns out, Cara was right – they are fabulous hosts.  And apparently they are used to visitors coming around.  Within 5 minutes of our arrival, a neighbor wandered in and asked if she could bake some potatoes in Rich and Denise’s oven.  “Of course!” Rich replied.  “Just make sure to remember and come get them in an hour, because we’ll be out.”  The sense of community and trust in that area is staggering.

The first night, Rich and Denise took us to a dinner party at their friends Joey and Nancy’s farm.  Joey and Nancy don’t have many animals anymore (save for a couple donkeys they keep as pets), but have a great garden, and cook a fabulous dinner.  What a night – we got to hear all sorts of stories about rural life (which were especially animated when Joey, who grew up in the Bronx, did impressions of his New Yorker friends’ horrified reactions to his lifestyle in the middle of nowhere).

The next day, we went for a quick hike on the hilly farm property with Denise and her friend Stephanie (who dropped by unexpectedly), and then drove briefly into Eugene to try the famous Full City Coffee Roasters.  Denise and Rich were out when we returned, so Kristen and I cooked dinner with Bill (I embarrassingly ruined a piece of fish by trying to make a pan sauce out of beer instead of wine).  We talked late into the night with the whole family.

On our final morning, we were due to leave early for Sacramento (an 8-10 hour drive).  But Rich offered to take us mountain biking, so of course we couldn’t resist.  Beforehand, though, he wanted to tour us around the farm.  We helped harvest some lettuce.  It was a blast.

We were sad to leave.  What a lifestyle – living on a large piece of land in the mountains, eating delicious food that you grow yourself, living among a community of neighbors you trust.  It’s pretty idyllic.  We want to go back.