This property is managed by a private host (a party not acting within their trade, business or profession). EU consumer law, including the right of withdrawal, will not apply to your booking. The cancellation policy set by the private host will cover your booking.

Extra-person charges may apply and vary depending on property policy

Government-issued photo identification and a credit card, debit card or cash deposit may be required at check-in for incidental charges

Special requests are subject to availability upon check-in and may incur additional charges; special requests cannot be guaranteed

On-site parties or group events are strictly prohibited

Host has not indicated whether there is a carbon monoxide detector on the property; consider bringing a portable detector with you on the trip

Host has not indicated whether there is a smoke detector on the property

We are two. Pennie is a writer. Jackie is an artist. We met in college, became roommates and lifelong friends. We began our creative journeys independently, but in our middle years, our strongest reconnection became our creative paths. Our disciplines are different, but we discovered that what feeds one of us, feeds the other. The short-term rental is just a drop in our story. We are developing a creative retreat center, the Inner Gardens Retreat Center. We hope to host many who seek a serene space for nourishing their creative spirit.

Welcome to Fairpop Farm. When my grandmother Mama Nick discovered she was pregnant with my her 4th child—who happened to be my dad and her last child—she told my grandfather Papa Nick in no uncertain terms, "I gotta have another house!" On his way to work that rainy morning, his Model 8 Coupe tires were too thin to cut through the mud on the road that is now Highway 60. He went to the nearest house on the south side of the road for help. Mr. David answered his door, told my grandfather, "All I've got is a mule, but we'll give it a try." Papa Nick wasn't a very forward person, but, in the rain and mud, he opened up to Mr. David. "I've gotta find me a place to build me a house. Got another one coming, and I need a bigger house." "I've got 37 acres over there," Mr. David said, pointing north of the dirt road. "I'll sell you that." He stood on the highest point of the property after he bought the land and declared, "You can see a fair pop from here." That's the origin of the name. My dad was born and raised in the house my grandparents built. Eventually, my grandfather, then my dad, would purchase more land. This house, affectionately known as Zeke's house, was the latest addition to the Fairpop property. When I was five and before the master bedroom was added, my family lived here. My bedroom was what is no the middle bedroom. This land and the houses on it have good bones, good, healing energy, and my hope is that all the guests feel and benefit from the energy of Fairpop Farm.

This property is bathed in almost ninety years of afternoon summer thunderstorms, garden sweat, mild winters, glorious springs and falls, watermelon juice to cool the sweltering summers, and simple treasures of family and land. That's sentimental. But, you know what's convenient? You're ten miles from the Bogalusa Blues & Heritage Festival, seventeen miles from the Washington Parish Fair, and the Bogue Chitto State Park? Fourteen miles if you take the dirt road, twenty on paved. Are you here for the horses? We're only seventeen miles from Folsom. If cycling is your thing, you are twenty one miles from the Tammany Trace Bike Trail head in Abita Springs. Whether you come to retreat from it all or just need a hub for excursions, this is your place.