How our adventure began…

It all began with a humble 200-square-foot growing plot, 30 chickens and a handful of leaves. Over the past four years, with a lot of care-and even more compost-our garden has flourished into an acre of thriving growing space, complete with two 100-foot high tunnels and an additional five acres of pasture to accommodate our ever-expanding flock of 150 chickens.

But our farming journey didn’t truly begin there. In the midst of expanding Wild Mountain Farm, we worked at a neighboring farm, Cedarville, where we discovered our genuine passion for farming. Learning to surrender ourselves to Mother Nature, honoring the whims of the weather and flowing with the seasons. Under the guidance of Mike Finger, who mentored us with care and wisdom, we grew like young seedlings-learning, adapting and thriving.

When we’re not cultivating vegetables or tending to our chickens, you’ll often find us in the mountains. These trips into Washington’s wild beauty remind us of how small we are in the grand scheme of things, grounding us in humility and inspiring us to grow food with intention.

These experiences fuel our dedication to farming in harmony with nature. We strive to nurture the environment, welcome the wild into our garden beds, and let nature take the lead. Every season teaches us how to grow not just for our community, but also the land and all the creatures that call it home. We are continually learning, evolving and committed to cultivating food with care-for people and the planet alike.

Customer review -

“Ashley and Arden - the dynamic duo behind Wild Mountain Farm - are deeply committed to collaborating with nature and honoring the land that surrounds them. Their holistic approach to farming translates to beautiful produce and its gratifying to know exactly where and how my veggies were grown. And the eggs! Each dozen is a rainbow of pastels hand - selected for their color, the yolks a deep orange thanks to the hens’ nutrient-rich diet. I know these chickens are living their best lives foraging on fresh pasture” - Lydia Cox