Field Trip: East Hill Farm

Nestled at the base of Mount Monadnock in Troy, New Hampshire, East Hill Farm is a working inn and farm that caters to families looking for a rustic getaway. Once a bustling mill town with a textile industry that manufactured everything from horse blankets to coat linings, Troy is now a sleepy rural town with a population of less than 2500 people. Getting there is fairly easy if your home base is in Massachusetts, with a drive-time of about 1 1/2 hours from Boston.

The 150-acre farm has evolved since it’s first residents built a small home on the hillside in 1765. The current owners, Dave & Sally Adams, have turned it into an agritourism experience that allows them to keep the historic charm of a working farm while providing modern amenities that families have come to expect from a resort vacation. There are 65 guest rooms, 3 swimming pools, hiking trails, paddle boats, a barnyard filled with animals, and a mess hall where homemade cookies are baked daily and families gather and socialize at each meal.

My girls loved checking the chicken coop throughout the day and collecting eggs for breakfast the next day.

There are trails throughout the property that are beautiful but aren’t well mapped (I ended up on the side of the road after walking through someones private property). If you keep within the main trails and earshot of the Inn, you’ll be fine. Side note: Farmer Dave keeps the most immaculate stack of firewood at his home at the end of one of the trails.

If you’re looking for a back-to-basics getaway with modern conveniences a short drive from Boston, we highly recommend it.



East Hill Farm

Modern Pioneer

2 thoughts on “Field Trip: East Hill Farm

  1. jan merritt says:

    Favorite – my childhood memories since it was my grandfather’s farm rom 1869 after the Civil War.My dad, my aunts ,all born there. We spent many happy childhood days in summer just up the hill.At that time Aunt Jennie took in “summer people”,my sister Judy helped wait tables,my brother Parker I am sure had to help _and eventually turned the farm into the Inn at East Hill Farm, I, too young for such, just had happy hours playing with my doll, Rebecca, in the old barn loft. Aunt Jennie would leave cookies for me in a mailbox which Dad had put at the top of a ladder where I could climb to the loft. What wonderful,carefree memories of my childhood!

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