If you turn left on Highway 1 into Pescadero, right after the Gothic pocket of crab filled, rocky tide pools, and follow the wooden signs in the shape of a girl with a goat, you will reach Harley Farms. At work, we use this small goat dairy's fromage blanc, a very fresh and goaty cheese, to make a sorbet served with a peach cobbler. Will delivers the cheese to our kitchen, and he was working the day we went to the farm.
He apologized for not being able to give us a tour, because we didn't call to make an appointment, but then opened the gate to let us play with the tiny, sleepy kids born the night before. Some were nuzzling up to their mothers, some were sleeping in the sunshine, and a few curious ones came over to play. Their fur was clean and soft, and they smelled milky. "Check their butts," Will warned, "before you pick them up." He pointed to the most adorable white kid, nibbling and tugging at Glyn's long sheepskin coat. His bottom was indeed quite filthy. The sleepy goats were friendly, affectionate even, and their mothers seemed not the least bit bothered by these two strangers running around making silly faces and noises.
Harley Farms Goat Dairy
205 North Street, PO Box 173, Pescadero, CA 94060
1-650-879-0480
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