Trevor and I are avid hikers and outdoor enthusiasts; we are not adrenaline junkies or thrill seekers. We enjoy the outdoors because it’s our sacred time to slow down and be present amidst our busy lives with long to-do lists. We love being swallowed by vast landscapes, the meditative quality of rhythmic walking, the focus and quiet of hunting season, and the breathtaking quality of an unparalleled view.

The name Feeder Creek came as we were backpacking in the Bob Marshall Wilderness complex, attempting to follow an overgrown trail that criss-crossed a feeder creek of the Deer Born River. Topics of conversation ranged, our voices loud in grizzly country. As it has often been in the last decade, my mind was on the dream farm.

My aspirations and goals have shifted, simplified, and specified over the last decade of farm dreaming and scheming. Fresh out of college, I sought to make dynamic shifts in the larger food economy. And now the simple joy of placing food in the hands of my community members is all the mission and purpose I need. Despite the change in mission focal point, I’m more consumed than ever with the farm dream. From changing the world of local food, to “I want to do something that brings me joy and fulfillment everyday” the constant is mission driven cultivation.

As I hurtled down trees, bushwhacked through overgrown berries, and mused about my crop wishlist, the trail we were attempting to follow suddenly spat us out on the well traveled Continental Divide Trail. After seeing no one for the last day and a half, we were taken aback to see multiple CDT hikers. I looked back at the wild thicket disguising our trail less traveled and saw the feeder creek we had followed dumping into the Deer Born, making its contribution to the watershed. So the mission of Feeder Creek Farms to be a small tributary to the watershed movement of local food in Montana was born.

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