Harvest Moon Camp Out 2017


“A Call for Community”

This is a very important event for us, especially in light of the recent horrific events taking place around the country. One of our goals with this farm is to become a community resource, one that the most vulnerable populations in our communities can turn to for support. Please join us as we work towards making this possible!

Come join our 2nd work party of the year!
We will be doing general harvesting, building: a hoop house, seeding tables, washing station, also working on barn repairs, and tackling those pesky blackberries!

This time we are doing this camp out style! We encourage all to stay the night and sleep under the stars with us.

Please bring:
-camping supplies (tents, sleeping bags, etc.)
-two lunches for yourself (fridge available)
-one potluck item for shaing at dinner (snacks, drinks, and breakfast provided)
-games and things for night time fun
-any useful tools you may already have.

Please RSVP here.

Or send us an email at 50fiftyfarm@gmail.com




Farm Work Party & BBQ!

Two weeks ago we invited you all to come out and lend a hand in shaping and creating 50 Fifty Farm! It was a huge success and we had a blast! There is always more to do but we accomplished everything on our list for that day and that feels like a huge win. Thank you for all who came out and even to a few of those who couldn’t make it in person but still volunteered time helping create menu’s and locating supplies!

Together we built a 3 bin rotational compost bin to help build and reuse our farm soil and nutrients!

We assembled a Raspberry Trellis!

We removed dead and potentially diseased Arborvitaes from along the fence line.

And we started to hack back the invasive Blackberries!

Our BBQ was off the hook and well deserved! Consisting of chili lime corn on the cob, farm fresh radishes with butter and salt, a cabbage and bok choy coleslaw, and Veggie and steak skewers next to melons and home made popsicles served with sun tea! Super Yum!

It was a great day and I hope all our volunteers had as much fun and felt as much pride and accomplishment as we do! We keep coming up with new projects everyday, a potential 2nd work party later this summer? Keep your eyes and ears peeled!

Our deepest gratitude to all those who believe in dreams!

Work Day on the Farm

You’re invited to come work hard, get dirty and help get the farm in tip top shape! We have dirt to move, bark chips to spread out, a three bin rotational compost to set up, a raspberry trellis to build, blackberries and other invasives to remove and burn along with a host of other small tasks. Come join us for this rewarding work and BBQ provided by us!

Don’t forget to RSVP and bring sturdy shoes, hardy gloves, a water bottle and sun protection and rain and mud gear. We can never be too sure about our Pacific Northwest weather. Please inform us of any dietary restrictions you may have.

We are so excited to show you around and welcome you to the farm as it grows, fed by the strength of our community!

50 Fifty Farm

We aim to feed ourselves and our community. This is our home grown revolution! #SubsistenceResistance

We didn’t know what path we were tumbling down. Only that we wanted to get our hands muddy and nurture something positive in this world. Stephanie and I loved to garden, we loved plants and animals, we love this place called earth and we like to get it under our finger nails, leave sweat on it after a solid hike and enjoy all it’s wonders. We are bonded through our experiences as white passing others and lovers of nature. We both grew up in the new American standard, homes of splintered families.

We began day dreaming of providing for ourselves, of trying our best to disconnect from capitalism, of clawing out our own space were we didn’t depend on others who governed our choices about our body, what we put on it, in it, around it, exposed it, moved it or loved it. Our lifestyles are that of constant improvement, of withdrawing from the capitalist model and embracing community. What better way than nurturing little sprouts into adult food stuffs?

The path to farmer has only just begun. To call our current space a farm would cause some debate. But to call our space a garden would undermine our hopes and dreams. It would halt it in it’s growth and evolution. We won’t be held back and neither will our ground. We are farming for subsistence, we are farming for the environment, we are farming for those who’ve felt hunger, we are farming for the revolution, for economic and environmental justice, to be good stewards of a tiny parcel of land that should neither be abused nor ignored and wasted. We are farming because labor intensive work  in the cold rain is more satisfactory and rewarding than money.


We know we’ll have bills to pay, we know that more than food, but teaching others how to grow food and care for this earth is also important and we know we need to eat too. We’ll grow our own food, we’ll donate food, but we might also offer educational opportunities that’ll be free or help pay for the donated food production. We chose 50Fifty Farm as the name for our farm in honor and for accountability that we give back to the community. Time will tell what the 50% of our farms activities will look like. It will certainly involve community and celebration! Oh! And food!

Our farm is about empowerment. Please follow along on this journey and join in when you can! We are excited to share our experiences, successes and failures and steep learning curves with you! Join the #HomeGrownRevolution!!

Fear for the Future

It, as in the Farm, began as just talk. No commitments, no expectations for the future, no solid outcome. Did we yearn to garden and save money by growing our own food? You bet! We wished Trump wasn’t president, that we didn’t feel hopeless and despair, and as the panic gave way to reality, we realized we were in really bad times and all the worse predictions were tumbling down after us. Discussions, what happened, who did this, who voted how, conversations around strategy. How do we undermine this new administration and the sharp visibility of what is normal in this country? How do we survive the fall out? We felt the lull at work for weeks, people were sad, afraid, nervous and shopping for new camping gear wasn’t on the priority list. Was selling camping gear, was retail, even a contributing factor to this elections outcome? Was capitalism partly at fault for this extremely embarrassing historical event? How do we keep our money local, in our pockets, in our home? Those questions and so much more happened in the first 100 days. One thing became clear, we had all become complacent.

So we talked, and occasionally the farm came up. It seemed like a solid next step to the quest of a sustainable lifestyle, one that loved the earth, sacrificed for the earth and all the beings that existed on the earth. We already ate local, organic, bulk, low waste foods. Growing and feeding and nurturing various fermentations, my sourdough being my most loved and longest lasting. I bought a bidet and bamboo terry cloth toilets and went toilet paper less, a success thus far into month 4. I haven’t had a car at my disposal for a solid 8 years, having occasionally borrowed or rented when I needed one and biking, walking and public transiting as far as Glacier National Park. What more can a person do beyond making their own home cleaners and ‘yellow let it mellow, brown flush it down’ bathroom policies? Having grown up in the Northwest, compost, recycling, the three R’s (Reduce, reuse, recycle) are common words by age 6. How does one resist? I already joined a Credit Union during the housing bust and Great Recession of 2006. I already shopped at my food co-op.

As my friend and co-farmer Stephanie kept bringing up the farm idea, I slipped deeper into her enthusiasm. Farming seemed like the next big leap in my quest and path of least harm. So it came, I asked, Are you sure? Are you fully committed? And Stephanie said yes. In the damp cold of January we visited my mothers 12 acres outside of Camas, Wa. and dug up the front lawn. I remained ever hesitant, ever worried, but the vision never wavered, it grew of it’s own accord.