Define it. Too broad a question?
Let’s narrow it down to the weather, and for me this is what it looks like:
Unless it is winter, then I want to see blizzards! Ski season is coming.
The heat of summer makes me lazy, and that makes my wife mad, so I hate hot summer days.
Every year, we have a long cool and dry spell during the end of August and first part of September. Mid 70s, no humidity and cool nights so we can leave the windows open as the night sounds lull us to sleep. This is our “Secret Season!” The Griswolds are back in school, everyone is taking a deep breath before Gauley season cranks up. So we always offer a little deal to lure folks back for another stay. This year it is the Murse package. Everyone needs one. If for no other reason than to carry around all the happiness you will find while you are here.
I am going outside to bask in some perfection.
Murse. Admit it; you want one.
I have 2. I need help!
The new upgraded version of this 31 Spirit Collection bag is cool grey and has our OSSUM Opossum Creek Retreat logo. I have packed so much stuff in this, I almost needed help carrying it. Use yours to carry stuff for a picnic or bring things home from the Antique Mall.
The only way you can get one is to book a package, and there is a very limited supply.
The Manly Man Purse Package includes:
- The Murse. Sorry, ladies, but this 31 bag is just for the guys! He can bring you along for the weekend, but the bag is his.
- 2 nights lodging— or add a 3rd night half price.
- Breakfast at Cathedral Cafe
- Some other goodies to carry home in your OCR Murse.
Available Aug. 8 to Sept. 3, 2015 for $499.
Get them while they last.
What do you want to be when you grow up?
Very few people know what they want to do in life few when they are young. Even fewer get the chance, and no one gets a second chance.
I love the story, “Ever since I was a kid I wanted to…” It is foreign to me; a curiosity. Here is what I believe: when these lucky people get to do this thing, whatever it is, they are very good at it and glow with happiness.
You know the people I am talking about? I found such a person and want to share him with you. Toby is my new barber. If you have seen any of the Opossum Creeks videos you will know that being my barber is not an easy task. The balding/bushy mullet with shaggy beard is my go-to look.
After years of self-taught practice on his friends in his basement, his wife said, “I want my weekends (and my basement) back. Either stop cutting hair, or get the license and open a shop.” Toby is now a classically trained Pro!
I am no stranger to the shave and a haircut at a barber shop. I am old enough to remember the straight razor getting sharpened on the strop. And Toby has the touch, training and skill to deliver this time-honored tradition.
I know this is a very odd thing to put on your vacation to-do list, but believe me when I say wait to get your hair cut until you are here. Get up early. He opens at 7 a.m.
Get your shave and haircut and go to breakfast at one of the amazing local spots feeling like a new man!
Flat Top Fridays
Classic Cuts & Hot Shaves
227B N Court Street
Downtown Fayetteville, WV
I am BANANAS for this guy: Farm-to-table Chef Dale Hawkins of Fish Hawk Acres.
Fish Hawk Acres has catered a few events at Opossum Creek Retreat, but I had never met the chef, until now.
This was a fancy wedding for a dear friend’s daughter, and was it Ossum! I loved the arch leading everyone down the path to the ceremony. We were not the only ones stopping for the photo op.
It had been a while since I sat at a table with a place setting like this. Lets see, what one to use first?
The only thing that upstaged the food was the bride of course, and maybe the preacher.
I understand that the idea of farm-to-table is to eat food grown and raised close to your home as often as possible. I like eating fresh, unprocessed meals and the more that is available, the more we do it. But come on who doesn’t like BANANAS? Pineapple? Even rice?
Glad to have finally met the man, the myth, the legend. Love this food, but I am not giving up BANANAS!
Niche, niche, niche.
Market: yoga and climbing in the New River Gorge on the 4th of July weekend.
Not exactly a huge demographic to draw from.
You want to feel old and overweight, show up on this weekend. OMG are these people happy, healthy and happy and beautiful.
This is the 3rd or 4th annual yoga and climbing weekend that New River Mountain Guides have hosted. So I am no stranger to this stereotype. If you read this blog you know I “do the yoga,” and we have hosted lots of yoga events.
I stopped by to fix the hot tub. “Strike one.” It has been raining for 4 days. Rain and climbing do not mix. “Strike two.” And you can only do so much yoga. And the hot tub was busted. “Strike three!” I was expecting to see some glum faces.
Happy! Yep, smiling happy faces playing with ropes and a stray kitten. (Don’t worry, one of them is taking the kitten home.) It is not raining today, so they will be on the rock and really smiling. These people’s faces must hurt from smiling so much.
I wonder if there is a yoga pose to help with that?
Weevils wobble, but they don’t fall down.
This little monster (black spot about ⅛ of an inch) is named the yellow poplar weevil, and he has leapt from obscurity onto the front page. They are changing our landscape before our eyes, even if it is only temporarily.
They say almost all the poplar trees will survive this year’s attack. In West Virginia, poplar trees make up a big chunk of the forest. There are more poplar trees (by mass) than any other type. So when they all turn brown, it is hard not to notice!
I have seen this to a much lesser extent before, but never really paid any attention.
Well, now I am paying attention, and find it amazing that one of these little weevils (and I only found one on this tree) can eat an off a lot of leaf.
Will we be missing the golden color the poplar trees to add to the fall pallet? As you can see, some of the damage is completely destroying the leaf, yet on others only the tips have curled.
What will remain when these little guys start to go dormant in July?
I do not know if they will just hang on, all brown and shriveled until fall, or if they will start dropping now. Either way, it will be odd to see this fall, and hopefully it is a one-off occurrence.
Get your motor runnin’. Head out on the highway! Looking for adventure, and whatever comes my way. I was born born to be wild, like a true nature child. (Admit it, you were singing along!)
We are smack in the middle of a couple thousand miles of windy mountain roads. The kind you see on the tv commercials for sports cars and motorcycles. Now intersperse nice little towns along the way, with some funky restaurants, and end up back at your Cabin in the Woods to soak in the hot tub and relax. Hmmm, now that is a vision. A couple days of scenic road trips, and a day of rafting or a canopy tour.
Just sayin’, if you do not already know how famous this area is for road trips, motorcycle or car, you need to get your motor running!
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Bird Watcher’s Digest hosts Reader Rendezvous around the country, a fun-filled weekend of birding, music and friends. Last week, they were in West Virginia at North Bend State Park, and took a side trip to visit us. Not to stay, but to look for birds. (Something we are always doing, even while writing blogs.
They brought 18 people from all over the USA, and as far away as the west coast, all hoping to see a Swainson’s Warbler. We showed them a whole lot more.
Meeting a group at the Canyon Rim Visitor Center is always a great kick-off. The NPS does an amazing job telling the story of our area. Plus, it has knockout views of the bridge and New River Gorge and Peregrine Falcon chicks. Mom and Dad did not show up.
They had been in the cars for 3 hours so once they stretched their legs, we headed out on some back roads along the Rhododendron-covered creek beds in search of the shy warbler.
Before the morning was over, all 18 guests and guides had seen the little bird. Many had long close-up looks, allowing them to study his subtleties in coloration and mannerisms. To say he is shy is an understatement. Many say he is skulky. He lives in the thickest of cover, and hates to peek his rather large beak out of it for any reason. The coolest thing about this bird is his song. Listen for it in the background of the video. Loud and clear, in part because of that honking beak he has.
We got really good looks and many birds we call “common,” and may not normally take a second glance at. But when you have a bunch of people who have never seen a Cardinal, well, it’s easy to get excited about the local birds all over again.
We ended up rewarding ourselves at with a wonderful lunch at Pies and Pints, along with spotting a few more birds while stuffing pizza in our faces.
Thats what we call it. The official name is “The New River Birding and Nature Festival.”
I have to say, it is as fun for me to help organize the event as it is to go birding all week. We love doing it. Even the week-long frenzy of chores, like putting the tent up, shopping and gardening, and cooking for 80-90 people per night.
We even have our own version of “Chopped,” without all the stress. Our version involves bringing new recipes/dishes in to share at lunch, then deciding which are selected to be prepared during the festival. This year’s surprise winner was the homemade vegan ice cream! Yep, I just said that. We knew we had a winner when, while staring at 4 great flavors, the kids picked IT for seconds, and thirds, and is it all gone? We saw the same thing happen during the festival, and ended up making it several nights. It was soooo good!
The funny thing: I am not the only one who finds joy in the event as much as or more than the birds. You want to know how I know this?
There were no birds this year. Yet it was “the best one yet,” according to a long-time repeat guest.
We saw birds. It was not really NO birds, just not what we are used to. The Migration was late. Heck, the whole spring was late. The Amazing Jim McCormac put it at a full 2 weeks delayed. So while we saw some birds and some cool plants, everyone had a great time. A really great time. I was reluctant to mention it, fearing I would jinx something. But by the weekend, it was clear we had just pulled off another amazing week with wonderful guides and guests, and we can’t wait to do it again next year.
Dang! How are we going to top that one?
If you won’t vote to help your kids, your grandkids, your friends’ kids or friends’ grandkids (or even your neighbor who you don’t even like’s kids!), to get a better education and a leg up in one of the poorest parts of the USA… What will you vote for?
Everyone in Fayette County: get out to vote “YES” to the School Bond!
Yes, it is personal! We are at the point of the spear. No matter how you measure education, WV is 49th or 50th. We are dead last! And Fayette County is 50-something out of 55 in WV!
That makes us a contender for worst school system in the USA, and this simple act can fix that. Voting— yes, the act of voting— can fix education for the most deserving and most in need in our great land.
Education can save us from ruin. Denying us education can only ensure it.
I know it is not just Fayette County, West Virginia, that is suffering this plight. But I also know we are far worse off than most. We as a country cannot go on under-funding education.
Ignorance is not freedom.
Freedom is being able to choose wisely, and not only in your own self-interest.
Will you help our county’s kids?