A Walk Through the Village
Baker Creek has a personality of its own. As you look around, you’ll notice a range of demographics: There are gardeners and homesteaders. There are people dressed in old-timey costumes. There are free spirits wearing tie-dye tees and chasing their bare-footed children around in the grass. And these guests all have plenty of opportunity to shop—Baker Creek has dozens and dozens of booths selling a huge variety of handmade crafts, artwork, body products (things like homemade soaps, lotions, salves, lip balms), candles, foods and a whole lot of seeds, flowers and plant starts.
The other aspect that makes Baker Creek one of a kind is the fact that all of these vendors are set up in and around Bakersville, a village that dots the scenic country landscape with a speaker barn, music barns, a restaurant, an old-time mercantile, an herbal apothecary, a bakery, a garden museum, a blacksmith and the famous Baker Creek Seed Store. It looks like something you’d see pictured in a history book.
As I made my way from booth to booth, I noticed live music in the background—performers offer their takes on old-time country, bluegrass and gospel tunes. You can sit and watch the musicians, or you can simply enjoy the notes filling the air as you browse vendors and imagine planting your own dream garden. At least that’s what I did. I love growing flowers and vegetables (and I love eating the vegetables I grow even more), so I had a heyday searching for the healthiest starts and imagining ways to grow way more herbs than I actually had room for. My hands were full just a few booths in, but then I passed a woman toting a little red wagon spilling with tomato plants and realized my fun was far from over.
After hauling my first batch of goodies to my car, I came back and made a stop by the blacksmith stage to watch blacksmith Matthias Penn in action. He talked to me as he fed his fire and turned his metal creations, explaining how he can build anything from railings to kitchenware to the well-known dinner triangle with nothing more than his own two hands and a couple of tools. “These are one of my most popular items,” he said, holding his freshly forged triangle in the air. I wanted to ask him a few more questions (including if I could have his phone number—he had a gorgeous smile), but then he began taking a custom order from another lucky admirer.
My next stop was lunch. A variety of food trucks lined the property and offered items including wood-fired pizza and English pasties, but I had my heart set on Baker Creek’s restaurant. It’s a bright, open space that serves up fresh fare made from the multitude of plants, herbs and vegetables that are grown right on the property. All of the cuisine is plant-based, and guests can watch it being prepared in the open kitchen. On my visit, the restaurant was serving an Asian-inspired rice dish I thoroughly enjoyed. Could I ever be vegan? Let’s just say if I lived at Baker Creek, it’d be a lot easier to forget my love of meatloaf, meatballs and all other things meat.