Alpenrose Dairy is more than a working dairy farm. Shade trees and a farm backdrop provide an ideal location for picnicking in the white gazebo or at the several picnic tables dotting its manicured grounds. Finish your meal or your stroll around the farm with a scoop or two from the old-fashioned ice cream parlor.
Get lost in Dairyville for the afternoon by walking on the frontier boardwalk and exploring this western-themed town showcasing a pioneer exhibit, bank, schoolhouse, and model train display among other vintage businesses. Dairyville is free and open from 1-4 p.m. on Sundays in the summer.
The farm also hosts the Girls’ Little League Softball World Series, 4-H groups, movies in the old opera house, an Easter egg hunt, Christmas in Dairyville including Storybook Lane, and races on the famous velodrome track and midget race car track.
Alpenrose Dairy began over a century ago by the Cadonau family, and over six generations continue running the business today. The Cadonaus originally came from Switzerland, naming Alpenrose after the Swiss national flower. This humble family farm began hosting community events in the mid-20th century that grew to become beloved Portland traditions.
Alpenrose Dairy is located at 6149 SW Shattuck Road in Portland, Oregon. For information on Alpenrose Dairy products and seasonal events, visit http://www.alpenrose.com.
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