North Fork 53

Our stay at North Fork 53 in the Master Suite was so fun and the food was beyond delicious!
The Master Suite is a beautiful and cozy room with character. I wish it was my room at home! It has its own private bathroom with a claw foot bathtub with nice hot water. The room has the most comfortable mattress I have ever slept on travelling and the sheets were also so soft and warm. The pillows were so comfy! The room felt very private and quiet.
We stayed 2 night and had 2 organic home made breakfasts and one dinner at the house. All of the meals were surprisingly unique and yummy. Anna is an amazing cook and a great host, making you feel right at home. She put out tea, coffee and juice every day around meals and even made a tasty pumpkin bread for an evening snack.
It was fun meeting visitors staying in the other 2 cabins during breakfast and chatting with Brigham! We had some nice weather and enjoyed playing out front and walking around the river. The farm dog was so cute!
We will for sure be coming to visit again soon and will be referring our friends and family to come stay.
Thank you!

I can’t tell you how wonderful it is to have the North Fork 53 open a farm store… on Saturdays and Sundays, they have a small store open with fresh and local produce available 52 weeks a year! I am a devoted follower of the Manzanita Farmers Market and so when it closes at the end of the summer I have some withdrawal pains. NF53 helps me combat the depression… they only have what is local, so it’s hard to do all your shopping there in the winter, but on a typical day this January they had greens, onions, leeks, winter squash, beets, rutabaga, potatoes, turnips, chard, kale, garlic, sauerkraut, and a freezer full of assorted meat.
The star however… the carrots. The carrots from Revolution Gardens were a revelation. These are what all carrots aspire to be. These are the Natalie Portman of carrots, the Bentley of carrots, the Empire State Building of carrots, the Jimi Hendrix of carrots. I bought what seemed like a mountain of carrots, carrot overkill, it seemed like I filled the trunk with carrots and by Tuesday they were gone. The supermarket carrots waited limply and forlorn in the back of my crisper until the next weekend when they were buried, once more, by an embarrassingly massive bag of carrots from North Fork 53. Carrot soup, roast carrots, glazed carrots, we were swimming in carrots for all January. I ate raw carrots constantly. The supermarket carrots eventually went to the rabbits, who looked at me slightly sullenly, sensing somehow that they had been shortchanged.
I can’t buy everything I need from NF53 in the winter (in the summer I’m almost 100% farmers’ market), so my routine is hit NF53 on Saturday, buy everything I can, and on the way back home stop at the supermarket to fill in. I recommend this!