What remains is a fresh bounty of produce, all of it acquired locally from farmers with a dedication to their craft, and a warm heart, something of a fuzzy and comfortable feeling that's at once soft and accepting, yet willing to learn. The market also offers a diverse selection (if not infrequently misguided) of music, where local artists appear to be available for a public rehearsal. The sounds of bearded men singing in overalls, wearing straw hats, with corncob pipes will not be found here, no sir, but you can expect an occasional visit from a local artist who's mastering g# 4th or some such obscure chording, which is fascinating in it's own right: and dancing / imitating local dancing is a great way to quickly integrate and win the trust of the natives.
Often you will find a large variety of goods and services available at the market - from a fantastic opportunity to learn first-hand about the means by which black walnuts are locally harvested and subsequently crushed under the weight of a 1979 Ford F 150, then roasted to perfection and sold in ziplock bags at an obvious loss - to fresh vegetables that are always brilliant in whatever's on the menu for a weekend meal, the Market at Fort is yet another shining example of rural utopia, achieved in one part by hard work, and a dedicated staff...and another part due to something in the drinking water.