A much needed sojourn to the Blue Ridge Mountains was in order. Three days with no real plans – no internet and no mobiles – but pack extra quilts and plenty of wine and cheese. 🙂 A last Winter hurrah.
Day 1: Arriving in the afternoon, we puttered around the cabin located next to the rumbling Tye River. Dinner was a steaming pot of chili and cornbread washed down with 3-Buck Chuck wine and Coors beer while settling in with a Harry Potter DVD marathon.
George, Phoebe Darling and I hiked the Bald Cypress Trail in First Landing State Park during the quiet wee hours of a recent Saturday morning.
This trail lies inside an old maritime forest full of bald cypress swamps, lagoons, rare plants and wildlife. The Smithsonian Marine Station defines maritime forests as “narrow bands of forest that develop almost exclusively on stabilized back dunes of barrier islands, inland of primary dunes and scrub.” Maritime forests occur along the Atlantic coast of the United States.
As far back as I can remember my extended family (mother’s side) spent summers visiting North Carolina’s barrier islands. Carefree days running barefoot, rolling down sand dunes, poking sticks into sand fiddler holes, peddle-pushers and sun-bleached hair.
Crabbing Cousins, (c)1970
A few of us met up a week ago, jump-starting another summer. 🙂 It was lovely: sleeping in, dining alfresco, jacket weather, beachcombing, quiet. Alas, requisite “progress” has invaded. Yet, there is still a salty beauty: seagulls screaming, waves crashing, relentless sun, hot sand, shady porches. Give me a sun-faded cedar-shingled vintage cottage every day.
Isn’t spring great? We just returned from a trip to northern Virginia to visit Old Lucketts Store. Yep, THAT Lucketts you’ve seen in Country Living, Flea Market Decor and Southern Living magazines. But, I wanted to share a few end-of-March photos from our recent stay in a tiny log cabin – which was precipitated by my sister’s desire for sunrise photographs of Crabtree Falls located in the George Washington National Forest, just after a snowfall.
Crabtree Falls is up there somewhere!
Crabtree Falls is considered the highest vertical-drop cascading waterfall east of the Mississippi. We made the vertical climb in the summer heat, with multiple breaks to catch our breath about two years ago.
Whether an advocate of downsizing, green living or just looking for a simpler way; there is a real interest in tiny homes. George and I got a little taste of tiny as we were my sister’s guests to a teeny tiny log cabin near Crabtree Falls, Virginia in the George Washington National Forest.
My family is nuts. NUTS! My daughters, son-in-law, grandson, sister, nephews and niece banded together and participated in the Dirty Dashover the weekend. I, on the other hand, watched from afar on a hillside. I’m the sane one. But, regardless of my (saner) feelings, they had such a blast and plan to run again next year 🙂
There is a reason it’s called “Dirty.” I’ll let the photos tell the story . . .