Boggy Creek Farm — Attraction in Austin

Not only does Boggy Creek Farm feature an amazing working urban farm and farm stand, but there's also a rental home on the property! (If you're in Austin for 1 month or more, you MUST stay here!)

My boyfriend and I left NYC to stay in Boggy Creek Farm’s South Dog Trot for two months, and we have only nice things to say about the experience. Tracy and Carol Ann are phenomenal hosts. Truly the most caring, accommodating people who are always one step ahead of you in terms of hospitality. The Dog Trot is so cozy, tidy, and stocked with everything you could ever want—and then some! The wifi handled both my boyfriend and I working on our laptops day in and day (Zoom calls to boot), and the layout of the home provides several options for workspaces.

The most wonderful thing about staying here is the built-in community you’ll find in Tracy, Carol Ann, the other farmers, the Farm Stand visitors, and (if you’re lucky!) your North Dog Trot neighbors. The farm itself is a calm, quiet respite from the activity elsewhere in Austin. There’s no afternoon pick-me-up like a lap around the crops, watching the chickens peck around the lawn, or welcoming a visit from Buddy the farm dog. East Austin is a friendly, lively place too. Around 5pm every evening, you’ll start to see pairs of people walking their dogs (or just themselves) with a drink in hand.

What was most special about our time there was seeing how deeply Tracy and Carol Ann care about the land and farm. They enjoy sharing its history and ongoings with all guests and visitors. It is such a unique experience being able to bear witness to their world, and I urge anyone (but especially city slickers like myself) to take a sip of urban farm life. To put it simply, if you’re coming to...

In the heart of East Austin, tucked between gentrified coffee shops and vintage bungalows, lies a patch of land that time politely slowed down for: Boggy Creek Farm. It’s not just a farm—it’s a living, breathing memory of when Austin was weird in a quieter, greener way.

Long before tech startups and rooftop bars dotted the skyline, Boggy Creek was a muddy little vein trickling through what would one day become a city obsessed with kombucha and traffic. And at the bend of that creek, in the 1840s, a homestead was planted. Fast forward to the 1990s, and it bloomed again—this time with heirloom tomatoes, tender lettuces, and peaches so juicy they’d ruin your shirt.

People say the fruit from Boggy Creek tastes like what your grandparents meant when they said, “back in my day.” Tomatoes so red they bordered on scandal, and melons that practically sighed when you cut into them.

Carol Ann and Larry, the stewards of the soil, weren’t just farmers—they were storytellers with dirt under their fingernails. They grew with intention, sold with a smile, and reminded Austin that food didn’t have to come shrink-wrapped or flown in from Peru.

As the city encroached, Boggy Creek held its ground—defiant, delicious, and undeniably Austin. It became a quiet refuge for those who still wanted to taste the sun in a peach and hear the cicadas over the hum of progress.

And so, Boggy Creek Farm remains. A tale of fruit and Austin. Of roots, both botanical and cultural. And a reminder that in a town chasing the future, some things—like a tomato still warm from the vine—are worth...

A lot of stuff sourced from out of town, and I seen only 1 produce item today with the label stating “no pesticides” which had me wondering why that isn’t on the other produce? Most things there are overpriced, and I would have spent less money at sprouts buying certified organic/non gmo produce and free range/antibiotic and hormones free meat. Couple of the exact same brands of meat I seen here are available at natural grocers for less.

Overall my experience here just really disappointed me. It’s not a farm, it’s more of a large garden in a residential neighborhood. 1/3 of the stuff isn’t city local, just state local. I am so tired of businesses in Austin that prey on people in Austin who are virtue signaling already trying to keep up with the Jones’s, by charging them whatever because they know they will play it. It’s weird, but I guess that’s the Austin...