Category: Travels

The Weight of Quiet Places

by stephsimply, posted in Travels

What My Papaw’s Words Taught Me About History, Humanity, and Remembrance

“Pause, stranger, when you pass me by: As you are now, so once was I. As I am now, so you will be.”—variation of a popular epitaph

👧 The Wisdom We Don’t Yet Understand

As a young girl, my Papaw had a habit of taking both my hands into his large, weathered palms, looking directly into my eyes, and telling me something he felt was important. However, most of the time, I was far too young to understand the conviction, intent, or meaning behind his words. What I did understand was that he loved me, and that was all I needed to know.

He was especially sentimental whenever we were preparing to leave the house he shared with Grandmother. We would stand near the back door, putting on our coats and waiting for adults to gather things as we went through the traditional long Appalachian goodbyes. My grandmother, redolent with the scents of buttery foods, talcum powder, and Avon Vit-moist face cream, would pull each of us in for a big ol’ hug and wet smooch on the cheek. Papaw would tell us to get some fresh orange slices from the candy jar on our way out the door. It was then that he tended to grab my hands. Sometimes he would tell me something funny or factual, but on other occasions, when I now realize he was feeling particularly sentimental, he would share a bit of “wisdom.”

With great earnestness, he would often say, “Stethie, as you are now, so I once was. As I am now, so you will be.”

His tone was filled with such loving kindness, and in my great wisdom I thought I understood.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I would think in my haughtiness. “One day, I will be old too, and I will be sad.”

It seemed like one of those strange things grandparents say to their grandchildren. I now understand it differently.

📖 When History Becomes Human

Antietam National Battlefield

Recently, as I walked the fields at Antietam National Battlefield, Papaw’s words came to mind again. Standing on the grassy knoll behind the Antietam Visitor Center, I took in the beauty of the mountains in the distance, the soft whisper of the breeze through grass, the ordinary beauty of blue skies punctuated by large, billowy clouds, and the random red fire hydrant in the middle of the grass. It seemed impossible that this place of rural beauty was once the site of horror, destruction, and bloodshed.

Antietam National Battlefield Visitor Center

Inside the Visitor’s Center I read documents, watched a short documentary, and gazed at displays that emphasized the large loss of life. Those who were lost were someone’s child, grandchild, spouse, or friend. Yet, standing on that knoll, it occurred to me: this was history that happened to people. Not statistics.

Droplets of sweat ran down the middle of my back, bringing me to my senses once more. All around me people walked the grounds with a hushed reverence, drove through the expansive battlefield, listened to online narratives, and took pictures. The fields possessed a heavy quiet, but that silence did not mean nothing happened here. And, perhaps, that was what gives places like Antietam their weight: the landscape remembers what we cannot see.

Antietam National Battlefield

While history classes, books, and even documentaries have provided me with knowledge for years, being physically present at Antietam gave that knowledge color, emotion, and context. Visiting places can turn history into a human experience.

The next day I visited Harpers Ferry. While these historically significant sites were different, both forced me to consider the consequences of human choice. At Harpers Ferry, the pictures and placards about John Brown suggested that his mission was driven by deeply held convictions. As I walked through the town, read the historical markers, and walked across the bridge that overlooked both the Shenandoah and Potomac Rivers, I couldn’t help but wonder, “What makes human beings so willing to fight for what they believe to be right?”

🧬 The Inheritance We Carry

History, it seems to me, is not a collection of events that “happened way back when.”  It’s about people—people who made choices. Those choices affected others, and eventually they became part of the inheritance we carry—an inheritance that still affects us today.

I think of Papaw all those years ago and the message he was trying to convey: “As you are now, so I once was. As I am now, so you will be.”

Antietam National Battlefield

When I was younger, I thought the message was about one’s mortality. After visiting those hallowed grounds, I am beginning to think his words were about human continuity. The people who walked those grounds, worked those fields, fought those battles, and died there were once where I was standing. And someday I will be where they are.

We cannot change what happened in history. We can choose to remember it. We can choose whether to allow history to stir greater compassion within us or to allow it to divide us. We can choose to recognize the humanity of those who went before us, whether we agree or disagree with their positions.

Perhaps that is what Papaw was trying to teach me all along: to pause long enough to remember that every person we encounter is living a life that someday will become someone else’s history.

Shepherdstown, WV: More than meets the eye

by stephsimply, posted in Travels

A charming historic town, an unexpected sense of belonging, and the priceless gift of family time

“Make assumptions if you must, but make not the mistake of assuming that your assumption is always right.”

—Abhijit Naskar

It’s interesting how our minds make assumptions about a place before our feet ever arrive. That certainly happened to me when my husband, John, suggested we visit Shepherdstown this past July. Having spent considerable time traveling through West Virginia, I thought I already knew what to expect. I expected we would find a quiet town nestled among the scenic mountains of West Virginia, with perhaps a couple of quaint shops, a restaurant or two, and a bit of history tossed in for good measure. While all of that proved to be true, Shepherdstown exceeded every expectation I had constructed.

🗺️ Beyond First Impressions

The surprise began before we even reached town. Much of the drive carried us through Pennsylvania and Maryland before finally returning to West Virginia. Entering Shepherdstown, we were pleasantly surprised to see how the town embraces its historic roots while celebrating a vibrant community that warmly welcomes visitors. From flower-lined streets with signage supporting the local theater production and Shepherd University to the restored and well-maintained historic homes and old brick sidewalks, Shepherdstown radiated local pride.

A street scene featuring a woman walking alongside parked cars and historic buildings with varying architectural styles under a partly cloudy sky.
German Street Shepherdstown, WV

Once unpacked and settled into the Airbnb, we headed out to explore West Virginia’s oldest town (a distinction it shares with Romney). Naturally we made our way to German Street, lined with dozens of 18th- and 19th- century colonial homes and buildings. It did not take long for German Street to reveal itself as the historical and commercial heartbeat of the town. While all this history was enough to hold our interest and challenge my assumptions, it was the hospitable warmth of the people that really won my heart.

🏘️ A Community That Welcomes You In

Everywhere we looked, people from different walks of life seemed genuinely comfortable there. It felt like a town where everyone had been invited to the table. The pace was a bit slower, but the businesses seemed intentionally woven into the fabric of  community life rather than existing to attract tourists. By the end of our first evening, after dinner at Blue Moon Cafe, I realized my assumptions had quietly disappeared.

🛍️ The Best Souvenirs Aren’t Things

Another unexpected gift of the trip was having our adult daughter join us while her boyfriend was tied up with taking the bar exam in Massachusetts. Watching her climb into the backseat with her pillow, blanket, and what I used to call a “busy-bag” instantly carried me back to family vacations years ago. We laughed until we cried more than once during the trip.  “Hill Road Trip 2026” became our defining rallying cry as we made our way around the town each day and traveled to the nearby historic sites of Antietam and Harper’s Ferry.

For a few days, we slipped back into the rhythm of family vacations from years ago. We compared ice cream at the two local ice cream shops—yes, both shops had gluten free cones for me! We discovered a hidden gem of a sandwich shop within walking distance of the apartment that looked more like a neighborhood market—another unexpected gluten-free find! We also discovered our daughter still loved to collect rocks as she once did as a little girl—only this time, she did not ask her Dad to carry her “treasures” in his pockets for hours on end as she used to. More than anything, the trip reminded me that the greatest gift of travel isn’t simply discovering new places. It’s discovering new ways to enjoy the people you love.

🏞️ Finding Quiet Along the River

A calm river reflecting the surrounding trees and an old railway bridge in the background, with small rocky outcrops emerging from the water.
Potomac River along the C & O Canal.

One personal appreciation I had for the town was its close proximity to the C & O Canal Trail, a historic 184.5-mile-long trail that stretches from Washington, D.C. to Cumberland, Maryland. Each morning of our stay, I was able to head out to run along the quiet, hilly sidewalks of the town before the start of the business day and then cruise along the flat, crushed limestone trail, enjoying the natural beauty of the Potomac River. There is something magical about beginning the day surrounded by birdsong, rushing water, and deer and squirrels scurrying into the woods upon my approach.

☕️ Where Everyone Has a Place at the Table

On our final morning in town, my daughter and I visited the Shepherdstown Sweet Shop and Bakery for sandwiches, hot beverages, and a few treats for the road. As we waited, I found myself smiling. My daughter struck up a conversation with another customer about the art of cross stitching. The owner of a nearby shop stopped in to pick up coffee for herself and coworkers. A small group of women animatedly discussed a book they were reading. One man quietly worked on his laptop. Four employees—each different from the rest—greeted customers with the same friendliness. It struck me that this wasn’t simply a bakery. It was a gathering place. Each unique person seemed stitched into the same community quilt, different patches held together by threads of kindness and belonging.

A red bowl filled with granola and fresh blueberries, accompanied by a yellow mug, glass of water, and other breakfast items in the background.
Everyone deserves a seat at the table.

Driving home afterwards, I couldn’t help but reflect that quite often the best souvenirs aren’t purchased in gift shops. They are the things we carry home instead: shared laughter, a deeper appreciation for places that still know how to build community, and the quiet dismantling of one more stereotype. Shepherdstown gently reminded me that the world is almost always more welcoming, kinder, richer, and far more complicated than a simple stereotype.

A quiet street scene with several houses on either side, featuring a mix of architectural styles. Parked cars line the road, and a 'Do Not Enter' sign is visible in the foreground. The sky is cloudy, suggesting overcast weather.
A residential street in Shepherdstown, WV

I hope to return to Shepherdstown someday. Some places quietly stitch themselves into the fabric of our own lives, and Shepherdstown has certainly become one of them. If I am fortunate, there will be more “Hill Roadtrips” in the years ahead. No matter how old our children become, the gift of their time remains one of life’s greatest treasures.

A Spring Weekend in Cary, NC (And Why It Surprised Me)

by stephsimply, posted in Travels

🏃‍♀️Running brought us to Cary, but it wasn’t what made us want to return

A winding asphalt road stretches into the distance, flanked by lush green trees under a bright blue sky with fluffy white clouds.
Photo by Mohan Nannapaneni on Pexels.com

🚗 Arriving in the Research Triangle

My husband, John, and I could feel the energy shift as we hit the bumper-to-bumper metallic river of I-40. Earlier, we had driven through sparse traffic as we passed rolling hills of idyllic farms and pastureland. Like marquee lights, exits to various tourist attractions—Big Walker Lookout, New River Trail State Park, Pilot Mountain State Park, and Mt. Airy—stood out in bright contrast against the serene landscape. Eastern redbuds, their branches bursting with pinkish-lavender blossoms, waved their welcome as we traveled farther south toward our weekend destination, Cary, NC. 

We knew little about the area other than that it was the host town of the Tobacco Road Marathon and Half Marathon, an event in which I would be running. However, we left wondering why more people weren’t talking about Cary as a long-weekend escape. 

Map of the Tobacco Road Half Marathon route, showing mile markers, water stops, spectator parking, and medical aid stations, along with an elevation profile at the bottom.
Screenshot of the map Tobacco Road Marathon.

Before arriving, I conducted a bit of research. I learned that Cary is known for being part of the Research Triangle region. It has close proximity to Raleigh, Durham, and Chapel Hill, as well as the three universities they represent—NC State, Duke, UNC—and Raleigh-Durham International Airport. 

🪻🌷Spring in Full Bloom

A vibrant park scene with blooming pink trees, pathways, and visitors enjoying the outdoor space. There are playground structures and people engaging in various activities amidst the greenery.
Redbuds line Downtown Cary Park

Spring had already adorned itself in Cary. Dogwood trees lined the orderly, sidewalk-edged streets, and their distinct pink and white petals danced in the March breeze. The splayed arms of the sunny-yellow branches of forsythia seemed ready to hug passersby on an early evening stroll or jog. Throughout the hotel parking lot, thousands of white plum blossoms, with their pungent, spicy scent, vibrated in the blustery winds as we made our way inside. 

The mild spring weather continued throughout the weekend as John and I discovered what makes Cary a hidden gem. We first noticed that it is pedestrian-friendly, with sidewalks spanning much of the town. Just as striking was the number of restaurants, coffee shops, and stores—many locally owned and distinctly unique. Cary also seamlessly blends modern development with historic charm in a way from which many other towns could learn.

🏫⛪️Why Downtown Cary Works So Well

Downtown Cary showcases that balance perfectly. Historic homes and buildings sit alongside murals and public art, the Cary Arts Center, and a restored 1964 theater. At its heart is Downtown Cary Park, a seven-acre family-centered space featuring a walkable botanical garden, dog park, recreation areas, a pavilion, open lawn, and a children’s play area remarkable for its creativity. Adjacent to it, a spacious public library further reinforces the sense of community.

🌮🍕🍞A Surprisingly Great Food Scene

Cary’s dining scene is just as inviting. With our very different approaches to eating, John and I appreciated the wide range of options, from local gems to familiar favorites. Though we sampled only a few, each proved memorable. 

On our first night, we chose Toreros Family Mexican Restaurant, highly recommended by locals and hotel staff. After enjoying excellent service and flavorful dishes—Nachos Toreros for John and veggie fajitas for me—we understood why!

Famous Toastery earned two visits from us for brunch, offering gluten-free and plant-based options for me alongside hearty homestyle fare for John. We also dined at Cary’s Mellow Mushroom, a national chain that embraces local culture through its décor, local emphasis, and menu. It’s one of the best locations we’ve visited, with both food and service exceeding our expectations.

Another standout was Goji y Agave, also known as Goji Bistro, where two kitchens—one Asian, one Mexican, create a uniquely blended menu. The result felt like a culinary story of two distinct traditions meeting in surprising harmony. For me, the highlight was a robust gluten-free selection that extended well beyond the usual limited offerings.

😂Yes, We Ended Up at Bass Pro Shop🎣

Of course, John spied the Bass Pro Shop as soon as we drove into town, so I knew a visit was inevitable. As a freshwater angler, John relishes any opportunity to connect with fellow anglers. I didn’t mind; he always supports my running, and since this trip was centered on my race, I was happy to indulge him. Besides, the store’s assortment of outdoorsy curiosities never fails to entertain. 

Exterior view of the Sportsman's Center building under a clear blue sky, featuring a wooden structure with a prominent sign for Bass Pro Shops.

📝Reasons We’d Go Back

Our weekend in Cary passed quickly. With race events taking up much of one day, we ran out of time to explore everything—proof that Cary deserves more than a brief visit. We hoped to hike trails in Hemlock Bluffs Nature Preserve and wander the JC Raulston Arboretum. We also missed the Fenton district, a 92-acre social “Eat. Shop. Play.” destination, and Bond Brothers Brewery, where John might have sampled local craft beer. 

We came to Cary because the Tobacco Road Marathon and Half-Marathon coincided with the start of our school’s spring break. We left knowing that even without a race, this unassuming town is well worth the trip. Running brought us to Cary, but it wasn’t the only thing that made us want to return.

Cary is a quiet masterpiece hidden in the heart of North Carolina’s Research Triangle. We were captivated by the warmth and diversity of the people we encountered, the town’s charm, and its unexpected offerings. It rewards both careful planners and those, like us, who simply wander. Perhaps your travels will lead you there one day too.

📑Quick Travel Notes:

Best season to visit: Spring

Closest airport: RDU

Best for: Couples, runners, foodies, weekend travelers

Don’t miss: Downtown Cary Park

Running with Purpose: The Charleston Distance Classic and My Marathon Journey

by stephsimply, posted in Travels
The West Virginia State Capitol building with a golden dome, surrounded by trees and a pastel sky at dawn.
The CDC starts in front of the state capitol of WV.

A Quote to Carry Me to the Start

Dean Karnazes is often credited with saying, “Run when you can, walk if you have to, crawl if you must; just never give up.” His words echoed in my mind while I was experiencing a case of collywobbles as my family and I drove to Charleston, WV, in the predawn hours of Labor Day weekend. Only weeks earlier, I had decided I had built enough base fitness to run the Charleston Distance Classic (CDC), “America’s 15-miler.”

A joyful runner in a race, wearing a white shirt with a 13.1 badge and black shorts, excitedly posing with a water bottle while making a peace sign.
Ready to run the CDC!

Returning to the Classic After Ten Years

It had been more than ten years since I last ran it. In my previous two runs of the CDC, the weather was formidable, with the typical August heat wave bringing high heat and humidity. In fact, it wasn’t unusual to see runners collapse on the course—or cross the finish line only to collapse into the arms of medics from heat exhaustion.

Two women pose together smiling in front of a large government building with a golden dome, one wearing a race bib and athletic attire while the other is in casual sportswear.
My daughter was texting me messages of support throughout the race, so Siri could read them to me in my ear as I ran.

How Running Has Changed for Me

Life was different ten years ago. Besides being younger, I was fairly new to running and relied heavily on veteran runners for guidance. On one hand, I was fortunate to have others with whom to train; on the other hand, I didn’t yet have the aerobic base they had built over years. Plus, when I started running, I gave up strength and flexibility exercises, which I now know would have helped me. Instead, I focused on keeping up with others and hitting the weekly mileage goals.

Runner stands on a swing-shaped structure in front of the West Virginia State Capitol, smiling and wearing a race bib, under a clear sky.
Ready to swing into action.

Building Balance and Training for a MarathoN

Over the past decade, I’ve taken breaks from running—first from burnout, when I missed other forms of exercise. I rotated through strength training, yoga, walking, and cycling, always circling back to running. The pandemic brought running back to the forefront, as gyms and studios were closed.

Since then—and one major surgery later—I’ve learned to build a more balanced approach to exercise that includes a wide array of modalities, running among them. I exercise now for the joy of movement, as well as overall wellness. Still, I enjoy the discipline of a challenge. This year, in honor of another decade milestone, I’m training for the Marshall University Marathon (MUM)—the full 26.2 miles. Rather than follow a standard 16-week plan, I began in January, gradually building my aerobic base.

Runners lined up at the starting line of a race on a road, with traffic lights and spectators in the background.
The starting line for the CDC.

A Perfect Day to Race

It was this extended training that gave me confidence to run the CDC again. In addition, the weather worked in my favor. Temperatures were in the 50s when the race began in front of the state capitol. Running along the Kanawha River in the first mile, runners quickly spread out as paces varied.

View of a bridge with steel beams and a roadway, featuring a few pedestrians in the distance.
The South Side bridge, which runners crossed twice–near mile 3 and again at mile 8.

“Capital Hill PUnishment” and the Course Challenge

Before long, we crossed the South Side Bridge and began the long trudge up Corridor G, aptly nicknamed “Capital Hill Punishment”—two miles of climbing. As if that weren’t enough, the course then wound through three hilly miles of Charleston’s South Hills neighborhoods. By the time we returned to the South Side Bridge, eight brutal miles were behind us. The final seven were mostly flat, except for one last incline near the end—just when our legs were good and toasted.

My Cheer Squad: John and Maddie

The CDC is a great spectator race, and I was lucky to have my husband, John, and daughter, Maddie, there. They were tireless cheerleaders, walking all over Charleston to encourage me. At the start, Maddie urged me on with excitement. At mile eight, as I crossed the South Side Bridge for the second time, she even ran alongside me for a short stretch, offering encouragement.

Between miles 11 and 12, they found me again, cheering and taking my empty handheld water bottle—by then more of an annoyance than a help. At Laidley Field, Maddie’s voice carried as soon as I stepped onto the track, her shouts of encouragement giving me the final push.

A person jogging on a city street with a garbage truck parked nearby and a multi-story building in the background.
This was mile 8. Afterwards, there was mostly flat course, EXCEPT for a last incline during the very last mile before the finish line. UGH!

Lessons from the Endless Last Mile

Honestly, that last mile seemed endless, and I learned a powerful lesson: even the final mile is still a mile long. My mental discipline slipped, and the fortitude that carried me there begged for rest. I grew whiny and irritable, which only amplified the aches and pains I had managed to ignore until then. It reminded me of my reaction in the last mile of a half marathon I ran this past spring in Asheville, NC.

Scenic view of a riverbank with lush greenery, walking path, and a bridge in the distance under a clear blue sky.
The beautiful Kanawha River that flows through Charleston, WV.

Strengthening My Fortitude

That last mile taught me what I must carry into the last weeks of marathon training: when the long runs get longest, I need to focus on strengthening my fortitude—especially at the very end. This, for me, is the hardest part. I try to follow the advice of Olympian Jeff Galloway (who is also credited with establishing the “Run-Walk-Run” method) to smile at each mile marker—since smiling releases those feel-good chemicals and helps relax the body. He also suggests repeating a mantra or power word. Perhaps I need to lean into this more.

Remembering My “Why”

I also need to remind myself of my “why” when the going gets tough. With the MUM, I hope to raise awareness for Branches Domestic Violence Shelter. Branches provides emergency shelter, legal assistance, counseling, case management, and even meal delivery for domestic violence survivors. Their work saves lives. If my miles can help encourage even a few people to support them, that will mean as much to me as crossing the finish line.

A smiling woman holding a medal, wearing athletic clothing, stands next to a post in a race finish area, with a crowd and tents in the background.
Feeling so grateful for my family, love, and support at the end of the CDC.

Running Differently, Running with Gratitude

Ten years later, I run differently. I take walk breaks when needed, and I’m grateful to still have my health. Running gives me energy, provides structure, and fills me with joy and purpose. Not every run is great, but each mile contributes to my community by keeping me connected to local races and to my own mental, physical, and spiritual well-being. Running also pulls me outdoors, connecting me with the Creator and with the delight of each season.

Never Give Up—In Running or in Life

Running the CDC reinforced the lesson of never giving up. I may be entering a new decade, but that doesn’t mean I have to give up striving for new goals—even if it means crawling to achieve them. Perhaps I’ll see you at the MUM. If not, I hope you’ll create your own journey. Either way, I invite you to celebrate with me—by supporting Branches or by committing to your own goal. Adjust as you must, but never give up. Step by step, with fortitude, tenacity, and a few deep breaths, you can do it.

A running event starting line with an inflatable arch labeled 'Appalachian Timing Group' on a red track, set against a clear blue sky and distant hills.
Never give up! You can cross whatever finish line in life you need to cross!

Exploring Meeks Mountain Trails: Miles of Magic

by stephsimply, posted in Travels

“Time spent among trees is never time wasted.” — Katrina Mayer

A Cool Morning in the Woods

The path is clearly marked.

It was one of those rare cool mornings in July after a long-held heat wave broke. The earthy summer scents of damp ground and musky moss filled the air. The crunch of detritus under our hiking shoes rose as the sounds of traffic on WV 34 faded into the background. 

My dad and I were in our happy place, discovering new trails hidden in plain sight in the woods.  However, it was clear from the start, we were not alone. Imprints of four-footed friends as well as knobby tire tracks indicated an array of outdoor enthusiasts were also enjoying these well-worn paths.

Discovering Meeks Mountain Trails

Welcome to Meeks Mountain Trails! (My Dad, Larry Musick, featured in this photo.)

We arrived at Hurricane Park to hike Meeks Mountain Trails, a printed map of all the trails in hand. However, we were unsure where to start since this was our first visit. As luck would have it, we encountered a park worker who enthusiastically explained the trail system—including the way the trails were marked and the level of challenge for each trail. He recommended the red and white trail on our first visit and offered advice for future, more challenging, hikes.

A Community-Built Gem

Photo by Philipp M on Pexels.com

Meeks Mountain Trails is a gem of a trail system close to home.  With more than 34 miles of trails, it is a haven for hikers, runners, mountain bikers, and primitive campers alike. Despite being interconnected, the trails are well-marked, with varying degrees of difficulty and length. It is easy to dip in for a short hike, commit to a long trail run, or tackle a challenging mountain bike route. 

According to the Meeks Mountain Trail Alliance website, the trail project began in 2018 with a desire to increase the health and well-being of the surrounding communities as well as increase opportunities for economic growth. Since then, over 600 volunteers have logged over 35,000 hours building and maintaining trails in cooperation with the city of Hurricane and private landowners, the Meeks family. 

Our First Hike: The Red and White Trail

A fallen log with beautiful, flower-like growth on it.

My dad and I followed the park worker’s advice and hiked the red and white trail–a gentle introduction to the Meeks Mountain Trails (MMT) system. This 3.2-mile trail offered us comfortable challenges, with exposed roots, rolling, rocky ascents and descents, a stream crossing, and switchbacks to keep things interesting. We thoroughly enjoyed the dappled morning sunlight as we made our way up, over, and around the trail. We marveled as a mountain biker powered up a sharp, twisting incline. A hesitant dog appeared to balk at the idea of crossing a stream while his running companion tried to coax the dog across, leaving us smiling.

Something for Everyone

Trail map that can be found online for Meeks Mountain Trails.

The MMTA offers a wide array of trail lengths and challenges, from one mile to over ten miles. It appears to be one of those places in which the more you visit, the more complex and nuanced you can make your outdoor adventure. The trails are well-marked by a color-coded system, but it’s advisable to look over the trail map and descriptions of each trail, found on the MMTA website, before embarking on a Meeks Mountain Trails adventure.

There are trails for beginner-friendly walks, which is what the Hurricane Park employee described to us as family-friendly trails, appropriate for parents with younger children. There are more moderate for those looking to elevate their running, hiking, or biking game, and challenging trails for the more adventurous and skilled. What I most noticed was the diversity of plant life: ferns, moss, lichen, colorful mushrooms and wildflowers, fallen trees teeming with insect life, and deciduous trees of all types reaching for the heavens amidst rocks of varying sizes. 

As my dad and I hiked, we marveled at the large amount of work hours it must have taken to not only build the trails, but also to maintain them.  We admired the work of local scout troops who provided benches in several scenic spots along the path we trod. Most of all, we simply enjoyed the trail, feeling grateful for its existence so close to home.

Tips for a Great Visit

Be sure to pack in water, snacks, bug repellant, or even a picnic lunch!

If you’ve never been to Meeks Mountain Trails, and you are considering visiting it for your next outdoor adventure, there are a few things to keep in mind. First of all, parking is free and easy to access as it is available at Hurricane City Park. The trailhead to all trails is only steps away from the parking lot. Restrooms are also available near the parking lot. 

Before entering the trails, consider bringing: 

  • Tick and mosquito repellent 
  • Proper trail shoes or bike gear 
  • Water, snacks, or even a picnic lunch 
  • Flashlights and/or headlamps if hiking early or late 

As a bonus, you can even support the MMTA by visiting their online shop to purchase official MM gear.

Sharing the Trail

Another one of those flower-like fungi that I found all along the trail.

Additionally, once out on the trail, as my dad and I learned, it is important to be aware of other hikers, runners, and mountain bikers. Maintaining appropriate etiquette allows all outdoor enthusiasts to share and enjoy the trails. This includes stepping aside for faster climbers and bikes, while offering a friendly wave or voiced greeting when passing by someone, especially when passing from behind as you don’t want to startle or scare a fellow adventurer. Lastly, remember to “leave no trace”: pack out whatever you pack in.

Finding Peace Close to Home

My Dad kept teasing me about how frequently I would pause along the trail to take a closer look at something that caught my eye.

You don’t have to be a serious trail runner, hiker, or mountain biker to enjoy Meeks Mountain Trails. These community trails welcome all levels of adventure while giving every visitor the opportunity for peace, solitude, and healthy movement. Best of all, they are right here in our own backyard. Whether you move on two feet or two wheels, consider visiting Meeks Mountain Trails this fall. After all, in the words of John Muir, “Keep close to Nature’s heart . . .and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.” This is exactly how I felt as we drove away from our morning spent in the heart of the woods.

In the end, Dad and I agreed, it had been a very good hike, and we looked forward to returning again in the future.

Tamarack: A Cultural Day Trip in West Virginia

by stephsimply, posted in Travels

“As those who have spent time in West Virginia know, this is truly a special place.”-Oliver Luck

A vibrant field of bright yellow wildflowers blooming in a grassy area.
Yellow wildflowers in bloom along the fields surrounding Tamarack.

A Day Trip Decision 🚗

What started as a casual idea on the drive quickly turned into a relaxing and memorable day in Beckley, WV.

A man stands next to a large fish sculpture on a circular concrete platform, surrounded by grass and trees, under a cloudy sky.
John is standing in front of one of several outdoor sculptures found at Tamarack.

“Do you know where I’d like to go — and not just because we need a restroom break?”

My husband, John, laughed and, of course, asked where.

“Tamarack!”

That choice turned into a relaxing day trip full of fun. We were fortunate to have clear skies as we began the less than two-hour drive to Beckley, WV. On our way, we stopped in Charleston for a tasty brunch at a local restaurant, then continued to Tamarack–discovering it to be so much more than the quick roadside stops we’d made on past trips.

Wildflowers, Swings, and Sculptures 🌸

From fields of yellow blossoms to playful swings and striking outdoor art, Tamarack’s grounds are an experience in themselves.

A field of vibrant yellow wildflowers blooming in a grassy area, with lush greenery surrounding the scene.

Upon arrival, wild flowers bloomed in the fields surrounding the Tamarack’s grounds. John and I wandered the paths, pausing playfully to enjoy one of the West Virginia swings–part of the collections of swings installed at scenic spots in WV. This one looked over bright yellow blossoms dancing in the breeze..

Nearby stood a number of outdoor sculptures, each one well-crafted, yet playful, celebrating the wonders and beauty of WV. These pieces, scattered along a walking path, drew plenty of attention from visitors and added to the sense that Tamarack is far more than a rest stop–it’s a vibrant center for state arts, crafts, and cuisines.

The Vision Behind Tamarack 👷‍♂️

Born from a 1989 initiative, Tamarack set out to showcase “The Best of West Virginia” — and it continues that mission today.

A sculptural tree installation with bare branches, situated on a circular stone base, with a descriptive plaque nearby.
One of several outdoor sculptures found around the entrance of Tamarack.

Envisioned in 1989 under Governor Gaston Caperton and opened in the mid-1990s, Tamarack was created as a way to promote and showcase WV artisans and boost local economy. Its mission is to feature the “Best of West Virginia” while fostering artistic excellence. Tamarack connects the Mountain State to the broader Appalachian community, celebrating heritage, pride, and craftsmanship. 

An Immersive Artistic Experience 🎨

Step inside and discover pottery, textiles, jewelry, woodworking, and edible creations — all crafted by local hands.

Showcase of handcrafted wooden tools and a chainsaw sculpture made by Matt Wilkinson from Boone County, WV, displayed in a glass case.
Amazing, one-of-a-kind craftsmanship can be found at Tamarack.

Inside, visitors are immersed in this time honored tradition. Displays feature pottery–including WV-made Fiestaware–woodworking, textiles, jewelry, painting, sketches, sculptures, and so much more. Locally produced treats abound: craft beers and ciders, wines, honey, syrups, jams, and even pet treats. Each item goes through a juried selection process, with artists submitting applications in hopes of earning the coveted title “Juried Artist of Tamarack.” Seasonal gallery exhibitions of local artists rotate by theme, each one planned months in advance.

Flavors of West Virginia 🥓

Whether it’s pepperoni rolls on the go or fried green tomatoes at the café, Tamarack serves up a true taste of the Mountain State.

A colorful outdoor metal sculpture featuring two spiral-shaped elements atop slender, twisting stems, set against a grassy landscape and cloudy sky.
An outdoor sculpture at Tamarck.

If you arrive hungry, you’re in luck!  The cafe and quick market stand offer plenty of options. The market stocks cold beverages, ice cream and other sweet treats, snacks–many of which are gluten free and/or vegan–and West Virginia’s beloved pepperoni rolls. The cafe’s talented culinary team serves regional and seasonal favorites, such as fried green tomatoes, chicken pot pie, and the classic fried bologna sandwich. Breakfast is served from 9-11 a.m., with lunch/dinner being served from 11 a.m.-7 p.m., Monday through Saturday.  Gluten free and vegan/vegetarian options are available.

Live Music and Events 🪕

From courtyard concerts to seasonal festivals, Tamarack is alive with performances, artist demos, and community celebrations.

Vibrant pink flowers blooming amidst green foliage.

Tamarack offers live events throughout the year. Upcoming dates include Courtyard Concerts (Aug. 23, 12-3 pm), Dueling Pianos (Aug. 29), Fall Festival (Sept. 14), plus numerous artist demonstrations and book signings. 

An Afternoon Well Spent 🛍️

Shopping, chatting with artisans, and soaking up the atmosphere made our visit both inspiring and fun.

A close-up view of white daisies with yellow centers growing in a garden, surrounded by dark mulch and green foliage.

All in all, John and I spent a lovely afternoon strolling the gallery halls, shopping local artisans’ booths, and chatting with artists and staff. We picked up a few gifts and enjoyed admiring the plethora of regional talent. We even decided it would be the perfect spot for one-stop Christmas shopping.

If you are looking for a day-trip adventure within easy driving distance, consider visiting the Tamarack. Whether you love shopping, savor good food, appreciate art, or simply enjoy soaking up the atmosphere as John and I do, Tamarack is a cultural and creative escape close to home! 

Beyond Tamarack: Exploring Beckley

Pair your visit with the New River Gorge, Glade Creek Trail, or the Exhibition Coal Mine for a full weekend of adventure.

A rustic wooden side table with a round design featuring a dark finish and metal accents, standing on a carpeted surface.
A table handcrafted from a bourbon barrel for sale at the Tamarack.

If you want to make the weekend of it, Beckley offers plenty nearby:  the stunning New River Gorge National Park, Glade Creek Trail, Exhibition Coal Mine, historic landmark of Foster’s Main Street Tavern,  unique and local restaurants, and The Resort at Glade Springs  All told, they make for a weekend full of fun, flavor, and Appalachian charm.


A Perfect Getaway: Discovering Acadia National Park

by stephsimply, posted in Travels

“Keep close to Nature’s heart . . . and break clear away, once in a while, and climb a mountain or spend a week in the woods. Wash your spirit clean.”–John Muir 

A Place Where Mountains Meet the Sea ⛰️

Rocky coastline of Acadia National Park with trees and calm sea under a cloudy sky.
One of the views along Park Loop Road in Acadia National Park.

“I heard that you’re heading to Acadia, too, this summer!  When are you going?”

That casual question was our first clue about Acadia’s dual nature—a place where the ocean meets the mountains and where natural wonder collides with popularity. John, my husband, and I hadn’t realized, when planning our trip, that Acadia National Park is one of the most visited parks in the U.S. 

Why Acadia Draws Millions 🌄

A group of hikers enjoying the scenic views from the summit of Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park, with lush greenery and ocean in the background under a cloudy sky.
View from atop Cadillac Mountain in Acadia National Park.

We now know why! With its dramatic coastlines, granite peaks, and network of trails, it’s no surprise Acadia draws over four million visitors a year, especially during July through September. Few places offer so much to do in a day: bike/jog/walk trails built by a millionaire at sunrise, summit a picturesque mountain, stroll a rocky shoreline, cross a tidal land bridge, and end the evening with a sunset dinner overlooking the bay

According to the National Park Service, Acadia ranks among the top-ten most visited national parks. Its compact size—about 50,000 acres—makes many attractions easily accessible. John and I spent five days exploring Acadia and Mount Desert Island, the largest island off the Maine coast encompassed within the park. Though we experienced several highlights, we left feeling we’d only scratched the surface. Therefore, we are already planning a return next summer.

A Cozy Stay in the Woods 🦌

Our cozy cabin in the woods of Mount Desert Island, perfectly situated to all things Acadia.

We stayed in a cozy cabin, we found on VRBO, surrounded by acres of woods. However, in less than a three-minute drive, we were driving along a major route central to Acadia and the surrounding areas. In fact, its central location gave us short, easy access to major attractions, trails, and dining options.

Scenic Drives and Iconic Sights 🚘

The views along Park Loop Road were spectacularly stunning.

One of our favorite parts of our trip was driving the scenic 27-mile Park Loop Road. We used a narrated app that provided directions, history, and geology of the surrounding areas as we drove, taking in spectacular vistas. Stops included Sand Beach, Thunder Hole, and Otter Cliffs to name a few. We spent the day hiking and sightseeing along the sublime beauty of the route—a perfect introduction for first-time visitors. The downside?  The park road is heavily trafficked, especially midday, so parking can be a challenge for some stops.

Peace and Solitude on the Carriage Roads 🌅

I was fortunate to run Eagle Lake Loop each morning, one of the numerous paths that make up the Carriage Roads of Acadia National Park.

Most mornings, I ran on the peaceful Carriage Roads—45 miles of tree-lined trails donated by John D. Rockefeller Jr. originally built for horse-drawn carriages. These 16-foot-wide gravel paths follow the land’s natural contours and were built to preserve the line of hillsides, protect trees, and align with the landscape contour. The trails offer scenic views and safe, car-free routes for walkers, joggers, cyclists, and cross-country skiers. Additionally, several trails permit horseback riding. The potential downside to these peaceful and winding trails is that parking is limited at some trailheads and fills up quickly. Additionally, cell service is spotty, so plan ahead with trail maps.

Reflections at Jordan Pond 🥾

The water of Jordan Pond, and its trails, were pristine despite the foot traffic.

Another favorite site John and I enjoyed was the 3.3-mile Jordan Pond loop—a mostly flat trail with boardwalks and views of the Bubble Mountains reflected in crystal-clear water. In fact, swimming is prohibited to preserve its purity. At the trail’s end is the popular Jordan Pond House, renowned for its quintessential popovers as well as other refreshments/snacks. As with many Acadia spots, prepare for long waits for food and crowded trails during peak hours.

Cadillac Mountain’s Unforgettable Views 🌄

The views from Cadillac Mountain were breathtakingly beautiful.

Cadillac Mountain, with its rocky, pink granite outcroppings, is the tallest peak on the eastern seaboard and a true gem of the park.  The summit offers stunning views of Frenchman Bay, Bar Harbor, and surrounding islands. Sunrise and sunset are especially popular times to visit, though weather can limit visibility. It is also a prominent spot for stargazing. Due to its popularity, the National Park Service requires advance reservations to drive the winding 3.5-mile summit road—an effective measure to reduce overcrowding.

Walking Across the Sea: Bar Island Trail 🚶🏽‍♀️🚶🏿‍♂️🚶

In the bottom center picture, I am standing at the edge of the path during high tide, the other pictures illustrate what the path looks like as the tide recedes. Notice the number of people waiting for the tide to fully recede in order to walk to the island.

One exceptionally unique trail in Acadia is the Bar Island Trail, a sand and gravel land bridge, which is only accessible at low tide. Visitors have about 90 minutes after low tide to cross and explore the short trail to the top of the island with views of Bar Harbor. Miss the low-tide window, and you’ll be stuck on the island for hours until the tide recedes again.

A Foodie’s Delight in Bar Harbor 🍦🍔🥗🍝🦞

Bar Harbor offers so many tasty places to eat!

Having unique and tasty dining experiences are a memorable part of most vacations, and the Bar Harbor/Mount Desert Island community does not disappoint. For such a small community, there is a diverse food scene: freshly caught seafood, lobster, and classic lobster rolls; decadent ice cream, baked goods, and sweets; pasta, pizza, steak, burgers, sandwiches as well as hearty breakfast options. What’s more, I was thrilled to find numerous restaurants offering gluten-free, vegetarian, and vegan options—plus staff who understood allergies and made dining easy. From cozy cafés to surf and turf spots, from pubs to roadside stands and burger joints, there are delectable treat possibilities for everyone.

The Spirit of Acadia

There are so many delightful places to visit on Mount Desert Island, Maine, in addition to Acadia National Park. It is definitely worth the trip!

Acadia National Park is absolutely worth visiting. While crowds, required park permits, occasional spotty cell service, and unpredictable weather can present challenges, they’re small trade-offs for what the park offers. Personally speaking, the scent of pristine pine, the crunch of gravel on quiet trails, the shimmer of granite in the sun, the morning mist over coastal shoreline, and the haunting call of a loon over a sparkling mountain lake left an indelible mark on my heart—one that refreshed my spirit and deepened my gratitude for our National Parks. I look forward to returning. Maybe I’ll see you there.

Navigating Dietary Restrictions While Traveling: Tips for Positive Food Adventures

by stephsimply, posted in Travels

“One of the most daunting parts of celiac or gluten sensitivity diagnosis is figuring out how to travel safely eating gluten free.”–Celiac Canada Association

A person holding a pink menu titled 'Rosie's Coffee' displaying various food and beverage options in a cafe setting.
Photo by Ron Lach on Pexels.com

When the Menu Doesn’t Work: Dining Out Dilemmas 🍽️

“Is your veggie burger gluten free?” I asked with crossed fingers

“No—we use breadcrumbs,” she replied.

Since I don’t eat meat, and the only gluten-free option was a bun, we had to leave. It was a trendy burger spot, but like many places, it couldn’t accommodate both my plant-based and gluten-free needs.

John, my husband, and I were visiting our daughter, Maddie, and her boyfriend, Connor, in Boston where Connor was currently completing a summer internship. John and I were on our way back home after spending several days in the Bar Harbor/Acadia National Park area in Maine. And, just as it had been in Maine, and really, how it ALWAYS is when dining out, finding places where I could eat was a challenge. 

A plate of pasta topped with marinara sauce and mixed vegetables, including zucchini, broccoli, and peas, served in a restaurant setting.
Pasta is one of the hardest things to get when eating out. Fortunately, La Famiglia Giorgio’s Restaurant in Boston, MA, has an entire menu page devoted to those who need to eat gluten-free.

The Root of the Challenge: Living with Celiac Disease 🌾

The difficulty stems from the fact I have celiac disease–a chronic autoimmune disorder, as defined by Mayo Clinic, that is triggered when eating gluten, a protein found in wheat, rye, and barley. Consuming gluten significantly damages the small intestines of the person with celiac, preventing the absorption of essential nutrients, which can lead to serious health problems down the road. Additionally, the side effects of eating gluten are NOT pleasant– diarrhea, abdominal pain, nausea, reflux, fatigue as well as numerous other symptoms.

A bowl of granola topped with fresh berries and sliced apples, placed on a marble table next to a takeout coffee cup.
Eating gluten free and whole food plant based has helped my body heal and recover from decades of undiagnosed celiac disease. Tatte Bakery, Boston, MA

Why I Eat Plant-Based, Too 🍓🫐🥦🥗

I wasn’t diagnosed with celiac disease until my late 40s, after years of digestive issues and unnecessary medications. Healing began when I cut gluten and adopted a whole food, plant-based diet that excludes meat and most dairy. Eating a diet rich in plants bathes my body with the nutrients it was unable to previously absorb for most of my life.

Two Cats Restaurant and Inn, Bar Harbor, ME

Travel: Inspiration and Complication 🌄

However, traveling with my dietary restrictions creates unique challenges.  On one hand, vacation sojourns are enriching, informative, and inspiring. These trips provide me with an opportunity to experience awe, wonder, and delight in the rich tapestry of life. On the other hand, travel requires deft navigation of dietary hazards. However, my trips have taught me that with a bit of planning, research, flexibility, and determination, I often discover and enjoy tasty culinary adventures as part of the travel experience.

Strict adherence to a gluten free diet is a necessity, especially when traveling. As anyone with celiac knows, it is no fun being stuck in a bathroom when you’re supposed to be out hiking, sightseeing, or experiencing a new setting. Additionally, I know that for my body, consuming meat and dairy products can also create digestive distress and discomfort. Therefore, those two dietary restrictions often limit my restaurant choices, create possibilities for cross-contamination, and can sometimes create a lack of understanding of restaurant staff.

A plate of a gluten-free pancake topped with powdered sugar, raspberry pieces, and garnished with orange and mint leaves, next to a mug of coffee labeled 'Great Maine Breakfast'.
Gluten free pancakes with plenty of fresh fruit at Jeannie’s Great Maine Breakfast, Bar Harbor, ME.

Research Is My Best Travel Companion 💻

For example, John often completes dining research in advance of any trip.  He uses Trip Advisor and refines his search to restaurants identified as good choices for gluten free, vegan, and vegetarian diets. What he has discovered is that we have to look closely at menus because eateries tagged as “gluten friendly” are often limited to meat-based dishes, and establishments labeled as “vegan or vegetarian friendly” often involve choices that include wheat (noodles/pasta, seitan, breaded vegetables, and so forth). 

A plate featuring a burger topped with cheese, served alongside a small salad of mixed greens, red peppers, and a dipping sauce, with a side of steamed broccolini.
Blaze, Bar Harbor, ME offered numerous gluten free options on their menu, including this gluten free veggie burger with gluten free bun. YUM!

The Cross-Contamination Trap 🪤

Of further issue is the concern with cross contamination. For example, Mexican food can be a good choice for me; however, if the fryer used for tortilla chips is also used for cooking flour tortillas and meat, these factors can negatively impact my digestive system. Additionally, shared food prep areas, unclear labeling of menu items, and even communication between wait staff and kitchen can lead to hazards.  For instance, if I order a gluten-free pizza crust, but it is prepared on a commonly shared counter on which wheat pizza crust is rolled out, this might upset my digestive tract.  

I’ve also had the experience of ordering a gluten-free pizza crust and still getting a pizza made with wheat due to miscommunication. And, while the only other country in which I have traveled is the English speaking parts of Canada, I can only imagine the chance for miscommunication in a country in which I don’t speak the native language.

This is why advanced research is important when traveling.  When I don’t have a game plan, or plans change, as was the case when we tried to go to the burger establishment in Boston, things can very quickly go awry. I end up feeling terrible because I feel I am limiting my loved ones from having a positive dining experience. After all, part of the fun of traveling is eating in new places.

A colorful salad topped with a fried onion ring stack, featuring greens, tomatoes, and cheese, served at a bar setting.
The EARTH BOWL at Paddy’s Irish Pub & Restaurant, Bar Harbor, ME: Grilled , Gluten free, Plant-Based Burger, Tri-Color Quinoa, Roasted Pepper Salad, Heirloom Tomatoes, Garden Cucumbers, Ruby Red Beets, Avocado, Local Chevre, Sweet Balsamic Syrup.

Planning Ahead and Packing Smart 🧳

In addition to researching and using apps, such as Happy Cow, AllergyEats, and Find Me Gluten Free, John and I tend to stay in places with a microwave, refrigerator, and nearby grocery stores. I always pack food from home, and I’ve learned to bring supplemental items with me to restaurants if needed, such as gluten free bread, crackers, salad dressings, and so forth.

A plate of salad with mixed greens, nuts, and beets topped with a vegetable patty, accompanied by a side of steamed broccoli.
McKays Public House at Bar Harbor, ME: mixed greens tossed in maple dijon dressing, with roasted onions, carrots, and beets, feta cheese, candied walnuts topped with a gluten free veggie burger and served with a side of broccolini.

Connection and Communication: The Human Side of Dining 😊

I have also learned to befriend the wait staff.  Honestly, I try to do this anyway because I like meeting new people, and I cannot imagine how demanding it must be when working with the public, especially in popular travel destinations. When I politely explain my situation and dietary preferences to the staff without demanding it, most staff and chefs are willing to work with me. I have even had the rare chef visit my table to discuss the best way to prepare my food, which I appreciate more than words can adequately express.

A plate featuring a serving of colorful salad topped with various vegetables, accompanied by a side of grilled asparagus and a bowl of green beans. The setting appears to be a casual dining location.
Brewhouse Bowl BJ’s Restaurant and Brewhouse, Hagarstown, MD: Roasted barbacoa cauliflower; Peruvian quinoa + brown rice; black beans; corn + fire-roasted red pepper succotash; cucumbers; pickled red onions; pico de gallo; feta cheese; housemade guacamole; Greek yogurt crema; and,cilantro served with a side of broccoli and asparagus.

Flexibility and Food Choices: Finding Balance ⚖️

A plate with a waffle topped with sliced strawberries and bananas, accompanied by a small cup of peanut butter and a small container of syrup, set on a table with beverages in the background.
Gluten free, vegan Belgian waffle at Donut Villa Brunch Club and Bar, Boston, MA: topped with strawberries and banana served with sides of peanut butter and syrup.

One other thing I have learned to do is to compromise. While I prefer to eat whole food, plant based, I medically need to eat gluten free. Therefore, if it comes down to it, I will compromise somewhat on my plant based eating. For example, I don’t mind consuming a bit of goat or Parmesan cheese, yogurt, butter, or even the rare egg (think baked goods) if it allows my family to find meals they enjoy. Since I don’t regularly consume these products, I don’t think eating a bit here and there, such as during travel or other special occasions, will hurt me, and it makes the food feel like a real indulgence.

A plate of rice accompanied by a colorful vegetable curry, served with a side salad and a drink in the background.
Butternut Squash Curry at Leary’s Landing Irish Pub, Bar Harbor, ME, with roasted seasonal vegetables and jasmine rice.

A New Way to Experience the World Through Food

Traveling with celiac disease and/or other dietary restrictions is undoubtedly challenging, but I have learned over the years that it is not impossible with enough preparation, advocacy, and an adventurous spirit.  I have found that I now value and appreciate eating establishments who craft foods to appeal to a wide array of dietary desires. Additionally, I have met unique and wonderful people while doing this, and I have enriched my own knowledge of possibilities when it comes to cuisine.  It’s like, well, having your gluten free cake and eating it too! 

A bowl of chia seed pudding topped with banana slices, strawberries, and blueberries, accompanied by two slices of toasted bread with peanut butter, served in a diner setting.
“Morning Jump Start” at J’s Diner, Hagarstown, MD, with chia pudding, berries, banana, coconut flakes, and toast with almond butter.

Share your experiences

If you have tips for traveling with dietary restrictions, or if you have experiences you’d like to share regarding traveling with dietary restrictions, please share your comments!

A sizzling plate of colorful sautéed vegetables served at a restaurant, accompanied by tortilla chips, condiments, a glass of water, and a bowl of black beans.
Fajitas at Angela’s, Taste of Puebla, Mexico, Boston, MA, with sauteed onions, green and red peppers. Comes with shredded cheese, pico de gallo, guacamole, sour cream and flour tortillas. Served with rice and beans.
A cup of chocolate ice cream with chocolate chunks on a paper napkin.
Plant based chocolate ice cream at Salt Shop, Sweet and Savory Snack Bar, Southwest Harbor, ME.

Embracing Limitations: Lessons from the Asheville Half Marathon

by stephsimply, posted in Travels

“God, grant me the serenity to accept the things I can not change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.”–Prayer for serenity

The Blue Ridge Mountains outside of Asheville, NC.

“the mountains are Calling . . .” ⛰️

I had been training for months, despite the challenges winter threw at me. Cold? I can handle it. Snow? I can run in it. Gusty wind? I can run that too. However, after my husband, John, and I crested hill after hill making our way into Asheville, North Carolina, I knew the town’s half marathon would offer a whole new level of challenge. 

To be clear, participating in the Asheville Half Marathon was an insignificant hurdle compared to what the people in Asheville, and all of the other residents of the surrounding areas/towns along US 23, have been facing as they deal with the aftermath of Hurricane Helene.

Driving along US 23, John, and I were able to witness that six months after Hurricane Helene angrily chewed through a large portion of the western Appalachian region, the recovery is still ongoing. However, the willful, and not-to-be-deterred, spirit of the residents was unmistakable. 

Rooftop view from Asheville of surrounding Blue Ridge Mountains.

A Tale of Two Sisters 👧 👧

This past fall, not long after Helene hit, the high school in which John and I work, welcomed two sisters into the student body.  They were from the Asheville area and were staying with relatives while their parents and older brother dealt with the devastation and destruction back home.

The girls were engaging and well-poised, especially considering their circumstances. Over the course of a couple months, I got to know them–not well due to the short duration of their stay–but well enough to swap personal stories from time to time. 

When they learned that like their dad, I often trained for half marathons, they immediately invited me to run the Asheville Half Marathon in March. They explained that by the time spring rolled around, the community would not be fully recovered, but the local economy would need the boost that runners and the accompanying spectators could bring. 

“You should definitely come, Ms. Hill.  You’d like the people of Asheville, especially the running community.” 

Once Asheville High School opened, the girls returned back home. And though I haven’t heard from them since, they planted a seed that grew into a shoot of curiosity. 

Runners were asked to sign the board stating why they ran.

Sign me up! 📝

Around Christmas, I checked the Asheville Marathon/Half Marathon website, and the powerful and persuasive prose describing the event increased my interest. The website’s editors artfully articulated the community’s belief in the significance of the annual running event. They stated the course’s route would not be “pristine or predictable.” Therefore, the event was for those who “thrive on resilience.” However, the line that sealed the deal stated, “If you’re ready to run in the face of adversity and be a part of Asheville’s comeback story, we can’t wait to see you on the start line!” 

John and I at gathering with other runners and spectators at the starting line before the race began.

Ready, set, Go! 🏁

Soon enough, on a chilly, dark March morning, I waited at the starting line with approximately 2,200 runners from 40 states and three countries who also heeded the call to help support Asheville, according to The Weather Channel. The positive vibe was palpable as runners mingled with spectators. Nonetheless, I was feeling a bit nervous as I recalled the half-marathon route’s elevation gain was nearly 800 feet, and its elevation loss was over 900.  

And, it was hilly.  From start to finish, there were no flat stretches. In the beginning, I read spectator signs claiming, “It’s all downhill from here,” with hope. It didn’t take long to realize those signs lied!  Even the finish line required running uphill, but I am “running” ahead of myself.

Running is a metaphor for living life, and it is always whispering (or sometimes shouting, as this event seemed to do) lessons to those of us willing to listen. Accepting limitations–was the lesson those relentless hills of Asheville taught me. Which makes sense since this is what many of the residents of Asheville and the western Appalachian area had to do during, and now after, the storm–accept and deal with limitations. 

Whether literal or metaphorical, storms of life cause us to suffer. As I repeatedly tried to power through those uphills during the first half, my ego kept telling me to push harder, creating suffering. However, as a late-in-life runner lacking inherent running talent, the reality is that race events for me are more about creating motivation and structure to consistently get me out the door to exercise. At the end of the day, I am not about to set any records; I am not even close to winning my age group, so why was I pushing so hard?

And so, it was on a hill, not long after milepost seven, that I decided to accept my limitations. Sure, I had trained on hills at home, but nothing like this. Why not power walk up the rest of the hills, and then run the downhill portions?

Asheville taught me to accept my limitations.

There is a newfound freedom in accepting one’s limitations 🏃‍♀️

Once I accepted my limitations, there was freedom. I had a new way of being present with the race challenges as they unfolded. This acceptance gave me permission to slow down, take in the sites, and feel a sense of gratitude for my health and ability to make this trip. 

Additionally, by walking the hills, I had more energy to offer encouragement to fellow runners I encountered who also seemed to be struggling. (After all, I run at the back of the pack, where we could all benefit from a little encouragement.) Furthermore, I was also able to offer thanks to the spectators who manned drink stations, rang cowbells, or waved motivating signs with clever phrases such as, “Touch here for power,” “You’re stronger than any storm,” or “You’re running better than our government.” 

By the time I crossed the uphill finish line, tears filled my eyes as I raised my hands in the air.  No, I wasn’t celebrating a personal record, but instead, I was able to celebrate that I crossed the finish line with grace, humility, and a lesson learned. 

The AVL finish line of through which I would later cross humbled, and grateful, by another lesson running once more provided me.

The lesson? Transforming suffering can only occur if we are willing to be with it and accept the limitations it creates. Accepting limitations can be transformatively freeing, allowing us to lean into newly created possibilities we may not have been able to previously envision. I am not saying that accepting our limitations is not easy. However, once we let go of ego and embrace humility, it is possible to embrace the freedom that comes with focusing on what we CAN do.

Thank you , Asheville! I walk away from the finish line with grateful heart and a lesson learned. Furthermore, thank you, Hannah and Allison! I wish your family the best! 💜

Charming Rodanthe: An OBX Gem Facing Erosion Threat | Beach Memories

by stephsimply, posted in Travels

“The greater the love, the greater the tragedy when it’s over.”–Nicolas Sparks from the novel Nights in Rodanthe

Rodanthe, NC 🏖️

If you love the beach, especially the Outer Banks’ Hatteras Island, then you may experience something akin to heartbreak as more and more erosion occurs along its shores, especially to the small unincorporated community, Rodanthe, NC.  My daughter, Madelyn, and I visited Rodanthe, located on Hatteras Island, this past summer, and we certainly felt that way as we walked along its shores and witnessed the devastation first hand.  Walking along the Rodanthe beach, we noticed the remains of several beach homes and those that had been moved and/or jacked up on tall pilings.  Only a month after our visit, another home was washed out to the ocean with Hurricane Debby. 

Beach Memories 🌊

Years ago, when I was a teenager, my family financially reached a place in which our budget allowed us to schedule an annual week-long vacation in the Outer Banks of NC.  These trips were often book-ended with educational/informational side trips. But of course, as a kid, my interest, as well as my younger three siblings’ interest, was more focused on the beach.  

While most of our peers’ families spent time at Myrtle Beach, we were happy at the OBX, spending time building sandcastles, collecting sea shells, or writing our names and words of “wisdom” in the sand.  We learned to jump waves and stay atop boogie boards. And, if the surf was too rough, or we needed a break, we’d bask in the sun and read books.  At some point during the day, we’d walk back to our rental, usually “fourth row back,” and grab lunch or a snack. Then, we’d head right back down to the beach until it was time for dinner.

Beach Vibes 🌊

Even then, once dinner and showers were completed, my three siblings and I would head right back down to the beach in the evening to goof off with other kids who happened to be around or just hang out with one another.  We usually didn’t swim much in the evening, but we still found things to do that entertained us.  Of course, this was well before the age of the internet, much less cell phones, so we were easily amused by chasing ghost crabs, seeing who could do the best cart wheel, or loudly singing lyrics to a popular song into surf, and making fun of one another if one of us messed up or forgot a word.

During our first visit, OBX was not what it is now.  It was not as populated, and it was definitely not commercialized.  In fact, there were few stores and restaurants, especially where we stayed–just beyond Duck, NC–and there were virtually no grocery stores other than a couple of local gas/convenience type stores.  Therefore, as I best recall, we packed coolers and boxes with a fairly large quantity of groceries to take with us from home. There were a few beachy/trinket shops and bookstores nearby, but most souvenir shops were a considerable drive away. But, oh boy did that change over the following decade. . .

Traditions change ⏱️

As the years progressed, and I married my husband, John, we continued to visit the OBX from time to time, but gradually the yearly tradition faded.  It was not because we were no longer enamored with the OBX; rather, there were so many other locations across the country and Canada that we had not yet explored.  Nonetheless, from time to time, we would get the urge, and once more spend a week or so in various places along the OBX, including as far north as Carova Beach and as far south as Avon–even visiting Ocracoke a time or two. 

Such was the case this past summer.  It had been years since our last OBX visit, and Maddie and I had grown nostalgic with a desire to visit its shores once more.  There was a week in July when John was heading north once more fishing, so Maddie and I decided that would be an ideal time for a mother-daughter escapade.  We settled for a condo in Rodanthe, an OBX locale we had only driven through on previous stays.

Mother-Daughter time 🐚

Before heading to Rodanthe, we decided to take one night to stay in Nags Head, experience a couple restaurants and do some shopping.  However, after that first night, we drove on to Rondanthe and did not leave the island. We absolutely loved the community of Rodanthe and further enjoyed the sights and sounds of its beaches and surrounding nearby Hatteras communities. 

Rodanthe, Waves, and Salvo are charming beach communities connected like colorful beads on a chain. Each one has its own special appeal, but seemed to work best as a collective.  There is a well-maintained sidewalk on the sound side of North Carolina Highway 12 that spans the length of the three communities, and the communities often have shared events for the public to enjoy. 

Island Time ☀️

While the closest national chain grocery store is a Food Lion, located in Avon–about a 22 or so minute drive–there are several smaller grocery and convenience stores that are well-stocked.  There were also several restaurants and shops nearby that Maddie and I enjoyed visiting. One of our favorites was Good Winds restaurant located on the Pamlico Sound–a perfect spot for watching the sunset.  That said, we mostly found our favorite activities centered around the ocean–walking, swimming, and sitting by its side experiencing the full sensory spectrum of being on the shore. Personally, I have yet to lose my sense of awe and wonder at the sight of crashing waves on a shoreline.

Eroded shores 🌊

Ironically, it is those very crashing waves that have taken seven homes from Rodanthe in the past four years! This most eastern point of NC is sadly experiencing 15 feet of erosion per year, according to a recent post (August 2024) by WRAL News. According to this source, Rodanthe doesn’t have a large enough tax base to pay for the beach renourishment required to maintain such a large quantity of erosion.  However, given the island itself is about a quarter of a mile wide, I can’t help but wonder about Rodanthe’s future and feel heartbroken at the prospect of so much loss at such a beautiful, serene location. 

All I can say is that I absolutely hope to return in the coming years.  While I do love exploring new sights, there is something comforting about spending time at the OBX.  For me, it’s like putting on a comfy pair of sweatpants and t-shirt at the end of a long day, relaxing into the soft familiarity of being able to relax because I am home.  OBX was my first beach love, and while I know there are beaches, there are none that will quite replace the embrace I feel from those NC 12 shoreline winds.