The Not-so-easy Lessons of Mother Nature

            “I believe that there is a subtle magnetism in Nature, which, if we unconsciously yield to it, will direct us aright.” –Henry David Thore

           “EASY: Embrace, Accept, Surrender, Yield”—Light Watkins

 

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Maddie, my daughter, in front of the Alpha Xi Delta house at Bethany College. This picture was taken in the Fall of 2017.

 

 

“I just haven’t felt right for weeks now,” stated one young lady.

 

“Really?” questioned a woman who appeared to be her mom.

 

“I haven’t been sleeping well either,” added the younger.

 

“Good grief, I just can’t get it together lately,” another female shared moments later.  “It’s like my thoughts are as disorganized as the weather; and, with finals coming up . . .”

 

I was in a gathering room filled with women of all ages taking in bits and pieces of conversations.  Expansive windows covered one of the walls with an open door leading to a deck.  Trees surrounded the deck; and through the trunks, I could make out the curves and dips of the mountainside that form the campus of Bethany College.

 

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Olde Main at Bethany College as pictured in spring of 2018.

 

My mom and I had made the four-hour drive earlier that day to attend a “Strong Women” appreciation event at my daughter, Maddie’s, sorority, Alpha Xi Delta.  The day before our drive had been a beautifully golden, sunny spring day with temperatures in the seventies and abundant brilliantly blue skies.  However, overnight clouds had moved into both the Tri-State and Bethany, WV areas.  Still, the temperatures were hovering in the mid-60s, and the sky was filled with the milky light of clouds—a far cry better than the snowy cold weather of a few days prior.

 

After the event the skies were noticeably darker as I dropped my mom off at my daughter’s dorm and parked the car in a lot a short distance away. In the less than three minutes it took me to park, the weather shifted gears.  Gusts of wind whipped and stirred the natural debris.  Brown leaves, bits of trash, mulch, and other matter seemed to momentarily rise and swirl; then came the downpour, or should I say, side-pour as a strong airstream directed the rain sideways.

 

Even with my umbrella, I became chillingly soaked hiking uphill to Maddie’s dorm. Ugh!  This weather!

 

Entering my daughter’s dorm room, I walked into a conversation.

 

“Snow and cold for the next few days.”

 

“I’m just gonna stay in bed.”

 

“I can’t deal with this and classes too . . .”

 

Wait, what?  Looking at the weather app on my phone, the same weather pattern was true for home—though without predictions for snow.  Good grief.  And, yet, I could not help but feel there was a lesson to be learned.

 

 

During winter/cold months, we often spend more time inside than out.   Additionally, days, and even weeks, can go by without much, if any, sunlight.  Therefore, many people experience SAD, or seasonal affective disorder.

 

According to the Mayo Clinic, SAD symptoms often begin in late fall or early winter, but in some cases, appear in spring.  Symptoms may include sluggishness, feeling tired/agitated, difficulty with memory or concentrating, problems sleeping—either too little or too much, overeating/weight gain, feeling depressed, and so forth.   Hmm . . . this certainly reflected the comments I had overheard—not only at Bethany, but also at work lately. Sadly, (Oh my, pun not intended.) however, the one activity that might reduce or moderate those symptoms is often avoided due to the weather—spending time in nature.

 

I often find time spent either outside, or at the very least, viewing nature through a window, to be quite beneficial to my mental and emotional well-being. Additionally, natural pictures and/or objects such as seashells, flowers, or plants can also serve as pick-me-ups.  However, it took me years to make this connection.

 

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As seen on Instagram at sbtbreathe

 

One observation I noticed in my daughter’s quad dorm room was that there were few windows, and what windows it did possess were covered, allowing no natural light to pass.  Personally, I cannot tolerate this for long periods of time.  I need the natural light provided by windows—even if it is cloudy outside.  Still, I cannot criticize my daughter—I did the same thing in college—which, coincidentally, was the first time I also experienced severe depression, which was most likely SAD.

 

Reflecting on this notion later inspired me to wonder if spending time in or viewing nature could truly alleviate, or at the very least, ease symptoms of SAD by teaching the concept of EASY:  embrace, accept, surrender, and yield.  This is actually at acronym taught by mediation teacher, Light Watkins, as a method for mediating.  However, when I read about EASY a few days after visiting my daughter, I instantly connected it to the benefits of spending time with nature as a form of meditation, and on went the proverbial light bulb in my head.

 

The natural world embraces and accepts events as they come.  Driving home from Bethany, the snow and rain alternated, coating the daffodils, tulips, and newly greened grass.  The trees bent with the wind while the creeks and swollen streams swiftly rushed over rocks and embankments.  It appeared as if nature were gently sighing in the acceptance.

 

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This little nest was blown out of a small weeping tree in our front yard, but . . .

 

                      Two days later, these nests were newly built in the same tree.

 

In fact, it felt as if Mother Nature had surrendered to the fact that chaos was a natural part of life.   And despite the chaos, gifts would ultimately be yielded.  The stirred up stream will be enriched with new nutrients to support current and new aquatic life; newly tilled garden soil will be filled with ample moisture to nurture soon-to-be planted spring seedlings; grasses and trees will flourish; and more flowers will soon bloom.

 

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Even after the snow and rain, these flowers remained in bloom! They adapted and flourished in spite of the their not-so-easy circumstances.

 

We are not infinite, nor are we in control as the natural world models.  But it is worth noticing that in the natural world:  chaos leads to calm; darkness leads to light; rain leads to growth; cold leads to warmth; extremeness leads to moderation; and eventually, winter gives way to spring. Let us open the blinds to the natural world, embracing and accepting its lessons, surrendering to events as they come; and maybe, just maybe, this will yield a more peaceful heart and mind.

 

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          As seen on Instagram at sbtbreathe

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Morgantown, WV 2018 Visit Offers a Fun Experience

           “Whether you’re in town for a conference at the Waterfront Place Hotel, attending a WVU football or basketball game, or exploring the great outdoors, Morgantown is a city that has something for everyone!”—MorgantownWV.gov

        “I like spending time with my husband.”—Lara Stone

        We had been visiting with our daughter in the Wheeling/Bethany, WV area, but it was Monday, and she was returning to her classes and studies.  However, my husband, John, and I were still on spring break from the school in which we teach, St. Joseph Catholic School in Huntington, WV. Therefore, we decided to spend a few more days together in a slightly different area of WV.

 

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          During the winter months, John helped chaperone students from our school to a Latin conference and competition in Morgantown, WV.  It is held annually at Waterfront Place. This beautiful hotel, located in the Wharf District, boasts a full-service Bar & Restaurant called Bourbon Prime, a Starbucks, spa services, and a state-of-the-art fitness center to name a few of the amenities.  It also overlooks the Monongahela River and the Caperton Trail, a six mile bike and walking/running path. Plus, as John was able to see on his most recent Latin trip, Marriott has recently redesigned it, and he was eager for me to see it. Therefore, we decided to visit it for a couple of days.

 

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Waterfront Place overlooks Caperton Path and the Monongahela River.

        Even though it was technically spring, Mother Nature was not particularly inclined to cooperate with spring-style weather.  Instead, John and I “enjoyed” bitter weather that ran the gamut. From sunny and blustery cool on our arrival, to bone-chilling rain the next day, and finally to snow and high winds as we were departing, spring was visible only in the buds of trees and blooms of daffodils during our Morgantown stay.  While we were able to walk to and from eateries, we were always bundled up in layers! Still, the Capteron Trail is a convenient part of the Wharf District winding alongside the Monongahela River. Plus, the Wharf District is an area of revitalization with numerous restaurants, a few retailers, and several professional service offices readily visible on our strolls.

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          One restaurant we visited while in Morgantown was called the Iron Horse Tavern. This distinctive eatery specializes in WV craft beer and offers unique pub fare that was filled with variety.  From appetizers, soups, and salads to from sandwiches, burgers and full traditional dinner fare, John and I both found plenty of options from which to choose as he is the meat-based eater, and I am the plant-based (gluten-free) eater.  Which brings me to an interesting story. . .

 

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Ironhorse Tavern proudly featured WV brews.

       

          Months ago, I read about something called, the “Impossible Burger,” a product that is 100% plant based.  It supposedly looks, cooks, smells, and tastes just like ground beef. The last I had read about it, this burger was only available in big city locations along the West and East coast.  Therefore, I never imagined I would walk into a WV restaurant and discover it listed as a menu option, and yet it was!

        John and I were curious and asked our waiter/bartender about this item.  He shared with us that he was skeptical too, but tried one when it was first added to the menu.  Once he ate, it not only tasted exactly as described, but also he noticed that he was not bloated like he normally was after eating a traditional burger.  Therefore, he added that all he now eats, when it comes to burgers at the Iron Horse Tavern, is the Impossible Burger. Without thinking twice, I ordered it sans the bun as I have Celiac Disease and should eat gluten-free; and thus, here is the punchline.

 

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The Impossible Burger at Iron Horse Tavern

        I ate the burger.  It was AMAZING! The smell, the taste, and the look reminded me of my Grandmother Helen’s ground chuck hamburgers of over 40 years ago.  John tasted it too. He could not believe it! If he had not known it was a plant-based burger, he stated would have thought it was the read deal!  I ate every delectable morsel, which was accompanied by a side of tasty Brussels Sprouts (without the usual sautéed bacon in which they typically prepare it) and a tasty house salad.  Then, I went back to the hotel to read about this delightful burger discovery.

 

 

       

        Reading online I discover that one of the first ingredients is wheat.  The very thing I am NOT supposed to be eating! All I could do was laugh at myself during this head-slapping moment.  I had not even thought to ask or look-up before ordering! Needless to say, I experienced the side effects the next day; but frankly, I have no regrets.  I’ll never eat one again unless they make it without wheat, but I am glad I had the experience!

 

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        The other restaurant in which we had the pleasure of dining while in Morgantown was Iron Horse Tavern’s sister, Mountain State Brewing Company.  This restaurant is a proud WV establishment with an interesting and one-of-a-kind story that readers should definitely take time to look up either on the company’s web-site or on YouTube.  

 

 

       

          Here is what I most loved about MSBC, I could eat gluten-free and plant based!!!  Not only was there hummus and veggies on their menu, one of our favorite go-to appetizers when we eat a home, but also this restaurant had gluten free buns and/or bread with NO up-charge as well as a gluten-free pizza crust!  I was in shock at having so many gluten-free and plant-based choices. And, yes, for you wheat and meat lovers, there was PLENTY of that! After all, this was founded in WV by a couple of guys! John and I both walked away from this eatery with full bellies, happy hearts, and no nasty side-effects on the following day!

 

Gluten-free food for me!  Veggie sticks with hummus, Cowboy Caviar with tortilla chips, and a mushroom gluten-free pizza!

 

 

Pulled-pork nachos, pepperoni pizza.  John and both had so much food, we each took half of a pizza home, and it made a delicious lunch on the following day!

 

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Zack, our attentive server, at Mountain State Brewing Company

 

          Back at the hotel, John treated me to a 60-minute massage at the Olexa Salon and Spa located inside of the Waterfront.  Allison Friend, a licensed massage therapist, was delightful, engaging, and gave a massage I will long remember. I highly recommend Ally to any visitors.

 

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Allison Friend, licensed massage therapist, inside the Olexa Salon and Spa at Waterfront Place.

        Additionally, we must recognize the friendly and gregarious Waterfront, Bourbon Prime, and Starbucks staff.  Everyone seemed to go out of his or her way to ensure John and I enjoyed our time in Morgantown. We engaged in conversation with numerous employees as well as visitors throughout the hotel, and we did not experience any negative encounters.  We definitely left with a positive impression, and will likely return for another visit!

 

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Inside Bourbon Prime at Waterfront Place

Next time you’re in Morgantown, try any or all of these places; and tell them, Steph simply sent you!  Safe travels!

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Looking up at the terrace area of Waterfront Place overlooking the Monongahela River.

Return to Wheeling/Bethany, WV beginning to feel like a second home

            “Every moment I have had with my daughter is precious.”—Cathy Shaffer

 

            “From the region’s largest trail system, to national schools of excellence, to a reorganized municipal government, the City of Wheeling offers a dynamic environment for you, your family and your business.”—WheelingWV.gov

 

           We have visited this area so much over the past few years; it is beginning to feel a bit like a second home. Wheeling, WV, with its rich history, wide-ranging geographic layout—including abundant water sources, mountains, hills, and valleys, as well as gracious residents, is a welcoming and inviting city worthy of repeated visits. Furthermore, it located, “down-the-mountain,” as we like to say, from our daughter’s current home-away-from-home, Bethany College—a charming, picturesque institution also chock full of a warm, hospitable population. In fact, we have yet to tire of staying in this area.

 

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Old Main at Bethany College in Bethany, WV on a crisp, cold spring April morning.

This past spring break was no exception! Madelyn, our daughter, had experienced her spring break a few weeks earlier. However, she was unable to come home for it. Instead, she applied for and was accepted into a research internship at West Virginia University. During this time, she called/texted at regular intervals, delighted with both the equipment/facilities she was able to use and/or see as well as overall with the experience.

 

“Mom, Dad, I saw a $600,000 microscope, but I wasn’t allowed to use it.”

 

“Today, I was able to use a $150,000 microscope!”

 

“You wouldn’t believe what I experienced today—a whole virtual experience where it seemed like I was inside a snake, and later, the a human brain. It was so cool!”

 

On and on her comments came, so we knew the experience was positive for her. Still, we missed seeing her; and, she said, she missed seeing us. Therefore, as John, my husband and I, are both teachers at the same school, St. Joseph Catholic School in Huntington, WV, we decided to take advantage of our time off and go see Ms. Maddie.

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John, me, and Maddie

 

While we wish the little town of Bethany had a hotel in which we could stay in order to be closer to campus, we are always happy to stay in nearby Wheeling, a short 30 minute or so drive up the mountain ridge. The scenery is always quite stunning–no matter the season of the year, despite the fact I personally fight carsickness as we wind around the curvaceous roads.

 

On this visit we stayed in the Wheeling Hampton Inn located on historic National Road, the first highway built entirely with federal funds during Jefferson’s administration.   This comfy and delightful hotel provided an outstanding and accommodating atmosphere for spending time with Maddie and one of her roommates, Tatum Dyar. Assistant General Manager, Taylor J. Smith, went out of his way to ensure our experience was positive, including shuttling us around Wheeling when needed despite the fact we offered to drive.

 

 

Hampton Inn in Wheeling, WV located on historic National Road the first federally funded highway dating back to the Jefferson administration.

 

“No, no, man. We got you. We will take you there, and pick you whenever you call. Don’t use your gas!”

 

Now, that is service!

 

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Taylor J. Smith, Assistant General Manager, Wheeling Hampton Inn

 

However, it wasn’t just the shuttle that made our experience so uplifting, it was the way the entire staff went out of their way to welcome John, Maddie, Tatum, and me—even though Maddie and Tatum were not staying overnight in the hotel. Additionally, the breakfast staff was also personal and attentive, including walking around with fresh baked cinnamon rolls for visitors in the morning. That said, the Hampton employees were not the only affable and obliging staff, so were wait staff and cooks in two different Wheeling restaurants and at Bethany College.

 

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Tatum Dyar with Maddie, our daughter

 

To begin, our family was shuttled, courtesy of Taylor, to and from Ye Olde Alpha, a favorite restaurant. Tatum had never eaten at this local establishment, so we felt we should help her experience the charm of this unique and family owned business. In fact, this business was established in 1932 and offers both a traditional lounge, separate dining area, as well as rooms for private parties. The menu is wide and quite varied, allowing for a wide variety of tastes, American, Mexican, Greek, as well as provides options for meat and veggie-lovers alike. The portions are generous, and our experience with the service has always been positive. This eatery has certainly created return customers out of our family.

 

 

Some of our dishes at Ye Olde Alpha in Wheeling, WV.

 

The following night, Steve, also from the Hampton Inn, shuttled us to and from Wheeling Brewing Company. On this night, we dined with Maddie, Gigs Ashton, Amy Van Horn, and her daughter, Eden. This was our second visit to this quaint establishment that prides itself on, “Keepin’ it local.”   In fact, WBC has more than 20 local partnerships from Fiestaware in Newell, WV to HerBold Organic Farms; from Centre Market Bakery to the Ukrainian Catholic Church; and from Miklas Meat Market to Susan’s Antiques and Décor, to name a few.  This restaurant is a one-of-a-kind experience. The foods are fresh, the menu is eclectic, and the service is excellent. Additionally, on two separate visits (the first time was in the fall of 2017), the kitchen went out of their way with one of their menu items, Kimchi Boat, to tweak the ingredients in order to ensure the dish was gluten-free for me; and, I personally love their Detox Salad and Vegetarian Board—YUM! Still, you do not have to be a plant-based eater to enjoy this eatery. They offer plenty of traditional burgers, sandwiches, nachos, and pizzas to satisfy the pickiest eater!

 

 

 

 

 

 

A few of our delightful meals from Wheeling Brewing Company.

 

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John, me, Maddie, Amy VanHorn with her daughter, Eden Rice, and Gigs Ashton.

 

Finally, we cannot say enough about Ms. Linda and Bethany College Dining Service, including the on-campus coffee shop, The Hub. Ms. Linda, an employee at Bethany, I believe, for over 40 years, is the campus guardian of students. All students seem to know her by name, and she knows them as well. She welcomed John and I with hugs and served up awesome coffee on the golden, but very chilly spring day. The following day we enjoyed brunch with Maddie and Tatum in the Dining Hall. Wow! What an establishment—so many choices—including, as my daughter proudly pointed out, all types of gluten free bread, fresh vegetables, salads, and fruit. Of course, there was the traditional hot meal line as well as made-to-order paninis, sandwiches, salads, pizza, and omelets!

 

 

 

All in all, we are so pleased our daughter has chosen to attend Bethany College. We enjoy this unique locale, its friendly people, and beautiful scenery. More importantly, we appreciate the individualized education our daughter is receiving, the scholarship and internship opportunities available to her, and the phenomenal friends, staff, and professors that surround her. Even though we know a college education offers personal and academic challenges, as parents we feel comforted in knowing our daughter is in good hands. We look forward to visiting her again and again over the next three to four years!

 

The next you’re in the Wheeling/Bethany area, please visit any or all of these fine establishments; and tell them, Steph simply sent you!  Safe travels!

 

P.S. Thank you, Maddie and friends, for making us feel at home during our visit!!!

 

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The River of Life

            “Eventually, all things merge into one, and river runs through it. The river was cut by the world’s great flood and runs over rocks from the basement of time. On some of the rocks are timeless raindrops. Under the rocks are the words, and some of the words are theirs. I am haunted by waters.”—Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through it and Other Stories

 

            For from Him [all things originate] and through Him [all things live and exist] and to Him are all things [are directed]. To Him be glory and honor forever! Amen. —Romans 11:36 AMP

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No matter how my morning, workday, or even weekend errands are going, driving over one of our numerous bridges in the Tri-State area and gazing upon the mighty Ohio River never fails to initiate a deep inhalation and sigh of release.   Even driving by or over one of the many local creeks and other smaller rivers and streams can provide a similar feeling of momentary relaxation; and, even a sense of assurance in an often-chaotic world.

Creeks and streams source rivers. Smaller rivers flow and feed into other larger rivers, and, eventually, all waters merge in the great oceans of the world. It is this continuous flow from source to destination that may subconsciously be signaling my reassurance as it is deeply symbolic of life.

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All rivers have a source, a starting point, called headwaters. These river building waters begin in a variety of unique settings. From clear spring mountain snow melt trickling downward, to desert groundwater the rises and flows momentarily above the surface during spring rains; and, from mud-brown seasonal rain-dependent hill run-off to the sluggish tea-colored waters flowing from marshes, all headwaters may appear to start insignificantly; but, in fact, are a minor miracle in its own right and critical to the rivers they supply. Furthermore, these miraculous headwaters perform numerous other key tasks

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For example, headwater streams often trap floodwater and prevent soil erosion. They recharge the groundwater supplies by providing an outlet for these underground flows, and headwaters increase and remove pollution from our water supply. Additionally, headwaters, even those that are seasonal, filter and provide fresh water for fish and wildlife habitat as well as supply clean drinking water for human consumption.

 

Likewise, people are distinctively formed and created from the source of all life. No matter the country in which a child is born, the language spoken, or the color of the skin; whether born in a hut, in a car, or in a hospital; regardless of financial means, social status, or cultural background, all individuals are miraculously and gloriously a child of our Creator, the Ultimate Source of all life. It is from Him, just like the headwaters, that we are inimitably fashioned and from Him all life flows like the rivers over which I daily traverse.

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Once given the gift of living water from the headstream, rivers flow continuously. However, the river course is not often smooth. Depending upon where the river is located, its waters may flow over rocky and/or sandy surfaces, have sharp bends that may swell and overflow with too much rain, and it may be filled with obstacles both natural and made-made, such as tree logs, larger rocks or boulders, sediment, trash, and pollution—both seen and unseen.

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Likewise, human life does not always flow smoothly. The flow of human life is often dependent upon where one lives, how one is raised, as well as other external and internal influences. As one grows, each individual may encounter rock-strewn situations, deal with jagged twists of change, and sometimes, an overflowing of negative events. Furthermore, life often possesses copious obstacles that appear to interrupt the flow of life causing it to seemingly spin out of control.

 

In rivers, eddies (sometimes called whirlpools) form due to obstructions, back-filling the void space behind or downstream with its characteristic swirling counter-rotation spinning, spinning, spinning to the river current’s forward direction. Some eddies may be quite strong, while others seem more meek, but all eddies appear to possess a sticking point and can seem to negatively impact the flow of the river. However, nothing could be further from the truth.

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Eddies invigorate the water with much needed oxygen to support fish and other wildlife. Eddies also trap insects and other bits of food that fish can then dine upon in a lazy-Susan fashion. Furthermore, these whirlpools of action also spinout debris, trash, and unwanted detritus. Therefore, the seemingly sticking point of water flow is, in actuality, beneficial to the health and well being of the river. Thus it is life.

 

How often do the obstacles in life appear to spin out of control? How often does it seem the flow of life is stagnant, stuck; and like that river eddy, spinning, spiraling, and, perhaps even, strengthening to the point of either no-control or no perceived purpose. Could it be, that these life-eddies are necessary for personal, or even, global health, renewal, or growth?

 

Perhaps, the eddies of life that currently appear chaotic are invigorating individuals, large groups, or certain geographic locations with a fresh supply oxygen—breathing new life into negative situations. Maybe these whirlpools of life contain within their spiraling waters nutrients for a new way of thinking, living and/or problem solving? Finally, it may just be possible that life eddies might be spinning and filtering-out that which is not needed and rather than impeding life, or harming/damaging the individual or collective humanity? It is worth considering.

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All rivers are derived from ancient raindrops, flowing over the dust of what was, and finally, merging into the great body of what is and will be as the water dissipates into the air, ultimately returning to the earth source once more; and, so it is with life.   Let us have faith in the Source through whom our life flows originate, exist, and are ultimately directed.

 

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First Visit to see our daughter at Bethany College and Wheeling, WV area

            “The oldest private college in the state (WV)—where traditions of academic excellence and lifelong learning are still the hallmarks of the Bethany experience.”—Bethany College website

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Leaves crunching underfoot, sun light playing hide and seek with clouds of cream, cold air rudely stinging cheeks and uncovered hands, lungs and legs burned with the effort of walking up a steep hill, and not a soul to be seen. We had been here before, but this visit was strikingly different. Young co-eds did not descend upon us in persuasive greeting; there was not an influential keynote speaker awaiting, not only our arrival, but also for others like us; and, not a single sign of swag, banners, or other outwards signs of bravado lining our walk. Instead, our initial greeting was the random and sparse chirpings of the remaining songbirds that had not traveled south to warmer environs. And yet, we were not alarmed, but rather, reassured on this peaceful Saturday morning.

Pausing to snap pictures here and there along our ascent, we took in our surroundings. From the looks of the leaf-filled paths, we had just missed the peak autumn colors by mere days. The phone weather app that had earlier revealed an air temperature of 19 degrees, now boasted a balmy 28 degrees! Ahead, on the brick lined path, we saw the first sign of life: two girls walking an energetic and enthusiastic small dog. The dog paused upon seeing my husband, John and me. He cocked his head this way and that, as we talked to it in our best doggie-voice. Laughing, we continued walking as the dog jauntily returned to his short-legged step-hop-prance walk.

 

We were visiting our daughter, Madelyn, at Bethany College for the first time since she became a student. We planned to meet her at the college’s coffee shop, The Hub, but upon entering the shop, it was clear she had not yet arrived. In fact, no one was there except for the lone employee whose name, we soon discovered, was Linda.

The Hub, pictured above, is Bethany’s coffee shop.

Linda greeted us warmly, and upon learning the reason for our visit, asked the name of our daughter. She indeed knew Maddie, and said she was a “sweet girl.” In fact, we would later learn that Linda knew all of “her students” at Bethany. She was in her 49th year of working in the food service industry at Bethany. It was quite clear she loved her job because of the students, and later, as we discovered from several students, they loved Linda.

Linda, pictured with Maddie, and Maddie’s friend, Ben, join us on the couches of The Hub.

I couldn’t help but think that is why Maddie loves Bethany College so much— a school small enough to allow the opportunity to quickly form relationships and bonds, not only with students, but also with professors and staff such as Linda. This notion was confirmed frequently as we encountered and met many of our daughter’s new friends, peers, as well as another staff member, Amy Van Horn, Associate Director of Career and Professional Development, who, along with her daughter, Eden, has taken Maddie under their wings, giving her a local family base—something we greatly appreciate! Nearly every person to whom our daughter introduced us, we ended up parting in a hug of farewell!

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Maddie and Eden Rice seated together.

Additionally, we experienced similar positive with encounters off-campus, albeit without hugs, in the nearby town of Wheeling. To begin, the staff at the Highlands’ Hampton was just as accommodating, friendly, and engaging as on previous visits. Each time we stay there, we feel as home as one can feel in a hotel. Furthermore, our dining experiences over a two-night stay further reinforced the genuinely genial nature of Wheeling residents.

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On our first night in town, Maddie and Eden, trekked down “Bethany mountain,” as I have come to think of it, and met us at the Hampton in order for us treat them to a dinner at a local favorite eatery, Ye Olde Alpha Restaurant and Tavern—a Wheeling, WV Landmark Restaurant. Its website describes Ye Olde Alpha “as a no-nonsense establishment offering meat-centric meals along with other classic American dishes and beer.” Our waitress for the evening was Jesse, and as busy as Jesse was serving numerous patrons, she remained attentive, upbeat, patient with our questions, and offered ordering tips for our meals. In the end, Maddie and Eden noshed on oversized, juicy burgers, fixed to their personal taste preference along with a mound of fries. John enjoyed a nightly special sausage sandwich also served with a heaping over plate of fries. Meanwhile, I enjoyed their house salad and stuffed banana peppers. It was scrumptious food with fantastic service. We will return!

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Maddie, Jesse, our waitress, and Eden Rice at Ye Olde Alpha.

The following evening, after spending the entire day on campus with Maddie, John and I explored another dining spot as Maddie had plans with her sorority sisters. Therefore, we tried another local eatery, Wheeling Brewing Company. Talk about a hidden treasure! This wood-filled, cozy brewpub was also staffed with spirited and warm people.   Fannie and Kylie took care of all of our dining needs, by answering questions, making suggestions, and even going out of their way to ensure my meal was gluten-free. Executive Chef, Ryan Butler, in fact, stepped out the kitchen to discuss meal modifications to ensure my dining safety as I have celiac disease that requires me to avoid consuming foods with wheat, rye, and barley. He even, unbelievably, had Braggs Liquid Aminos on hand to replace soy sauce in my delectable dish, The Kimchi Boat. WBC strives to work with local business to not only cook with local food ingredients, but also serves food in bowls, platters, and cups crafted by local artisans! This was truly a dining event that John and I hope to visit again soon!

Maddie was busy with her sorority sisters on Saturday evening.

While Maddie was hanging out at Alpha Xi house, John and I checked out the scene at Wheeling Brewing Company.  Fannie and Kylie took great care of us!

Of course, what weekend trip would be complete without Sunday brunch? Therefore, I fought my perpetual car-sickness once more as we made our way   ‘round the winding roads back to the top of “Bethany mountain” in order to dine with our daughter and Eden in Bethany College’s newly remodeled and completely renovated cafeteria. This cafeteria is not the typical college cafeteria I experienced back in the dark ages of the 1980s. Operated by the same company that runs Eat ‘n Park, this cafeteria featured locally sourced foods, a made-to-order omelet station, as well as copious varieties of fresh vegetables, fruits, and salads. Additionally, there was a sandwich bar, salad bar, freshly made pizza stand, traditional hot-dish-of the day section, drink station, and ice cream/dessert station. I couldn’t believe my eyes, or my taste buds! With all of those food choices, I am betting the freshman fifteen is more than a college myth a Bethany!

All in all, John and I find both Bethany College and the Wheeling area an excellent location for a weekend getaway. We would highly recommend to others—which is a good thing since it looks like it will be our home-away-from-home for many years to come!

 

P.S. Currently, from November 10-January 1, it is also the home of Olgebay Winter Festival of Lights—a festive display of lights John and I also enjoyed as we made our down the mountain towards Wheeling on Saturday evening.

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Go, Do Not be Afraid, and Serve

            “But the LORD said to me, “Do not say, ‘I am too young.’ You must go to every one I send you to and say whatever I command you.” Jeremiah 1:7

 

         “Go, do not be afraid, and serve.”—Pope Francis

 

“It’s too early, Mrs. Hill,” yawned one of the 7th grade girls in my car as we traveled in a caravan towards our ultimate destination: Camp Magis, held at Bishop Hodges Catholic Pastoral Center located on 1,400 acres in the middle of WV mountains just outside Huttonsville.

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“I’m just going to sleep until there’s enough daylight to read,” sleepily stated another young lady.

 

“I’ll just take a nap too,” I retorted in a poor attempt at early morning humor.

 

Neither of the girls said a word. Yep, they were definitely sleepy. After all, it was just minutes after 6:00 am, and most of the students were not used to being awake this early.

 

John, my husband and fellow co-worker, was ahead of me in his truck as well as five other parent-volunteer drivers, three of whom would be staying in the camp along with John and me. The drive would take about 3 ½ to 4 hours, depending upon traffic and length of stops.

 

The Camp Magis tradition began in 2014 for all seventh graders in WV Catholic schools.   The name, “Magis,” whose Latin roots mean more or better, also comes from St. Ignatius of Loyola, who asked, “What more (magis) can do I do for Christ?” In addition, the Camp’s spiritual theme was further inspired by Pope Francis who urged youth at the World Youth Day rally in 2013, to “Go, do not be afraid, and serve.”

 

Last year, John returned from camp, after his first visit, bubbling over with enthusiasm for the activities, the counselors, and they way in which the students bonded—not only to each other, but to their faith. Thus, when I was asked this year if I would go, I had to say, “yes.”

 

Still, I must confess, the teacher side of me was bemoaning the fact I would miss three days of classroom instruction with my students. Certainly, I could leave plans for my 6th and 8th graders, but that type of work is not the same. Then, on Friday, five days before we were to leave for camp, Father Dean talked to the 7th graders at the end of our weekly church service. While his message was meant for the students, I could not help be inspired as well.

 

He began by emphasizing that importance that magis means more and better.

 

“Go, be ambassadors for our school. Do more than is asked of you. Do better than is expected of you. Ask yourself, what is God calling me to do more of or to become better at? Be mindful and prayful in these questions throughout your stay.”

 

Much to my delight, our students took Father Dean’s directions to heart during our three-day stay.   From volunteering to read during church service, to cleaning up after meals, to diving into activities with vigor and vim, to sitting/kneeling quietly during times of prayer, to helping one another during difficult tasks, as well as to looking out for a student from another school who clearly had some challenges—our students did more and better.

 

Specifically, two activities deeply stirred me. One occurred each morning. Students were asked to attend chapel at the start of each day, before any other activity, including breakfast, for a unique prayer service. I was prepared for whining, complaining, and passive nonparticipation, but I was pleasantly surprised.

 

Both mornings, students, with no prodding from the other parent-volunteers, John, or me, listened to the speakers, and did as instructed. Looking around the chapel each morning and seeing our students, side-by-side teens and chaperones from other schools, kneeling at the alter, or sitting with their heads down in prayer and reflection, was such moving scene—I could not help but feel a profound stillness and sense of peace within.

 

In fact, walking away from chapel on our last morning, one of my students said to me with a wide smile, “Mrs. Hill, I didn’t think I’d like having to pray every morning, but I feel happier each time I do it. It’s like God giving me a hug to start my day.”

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She was still grinning as she took off running to catch up with a group of girls heading to breakfast in the brightness of the full-on golden sunshine of a brisk autumn morning. If only I could bottle that moment for another time, when teen hormones will inevitably cloud her vision; but maybe, just maybe, the seeds of prayer, like the fallen hickory nuts l kept stepping on, haven taken root within her and will help her weather stormy days of teenage angst.

 

Did I mention that the camp setting could not have been more idyllic? Fall colors were flamboyant like an outdoor Christmas light display. In fact, many of our activities required hiking up hills of multi-hued leafy paths.

 

One of these hikes was based upon Mother Teresa’s quote, . . .”God is the friend of silence. . . . . We need silence to be able to touch souls.” Kids and chaperones alike were invited to spread over and up the side of a hill. Once nestled into a spot away from other campers, we were to spend 20 minutes in total silence.

 

I chose to walk as high as was permitted on the edge of a heavily forested area. The wind continuously whistled, rustling the leaves.   Colors of amber, rust, and honey gently rained around me. The scent of overly-ripened apples, the detritus of fall, and damp earth filled my nostrils. I leaned back on my hands sensing the blades of cool, green grass bending with the pressure of my touch. The mountains across the valley were rolling and numerous, striking a bold, colorful contrast to the cobalt sky and soft, billowy clouds. Below me were students immersed in the sounds of nature and stillness. It was as if this natural resonance were an old-school felt eraser wiping away the mental, monkey-chatter often scrawled upon my mind.   This was a Divine moment on a Divine canvas.

 

Such symbolic representation—we were separate; and yet, we were one in His silence. What a message: One world; one collective group of people–divinely created to serve one another and our earth.

 

Magis. Let us do more. Let us do better.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

New Brunswick Bar Clams

            “Oh, bar clams are so good. You could eat them right out of the jar!”—Vincent Theriault

 

This past summer, our family spent two weeks visiting the Canadian province of New Brunswick. It was a third visit, but our first time staying just outside the mostly French speaking community of Petit -Rocher. The house in which we stayed, found on Air BnB, was beautifully situated on the Bay of Chaleur.

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Arriving to the vacation cottage in which we stayed off the Bay of Chaleur in Petit Rocher, New Brunswick

 

It has been our experience that the maritime provinces of Canada possess some of the warmest, most friendly people. This summer’s trip was not an exception. The neighbors to the right and left of our house were often visitors to our evening campfires, and we welcomed them with delight. In fact, by our last night, we were hanging out at one neighbor’s campfire, the Roy family.

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Starting the campfire before darkness falls. Petit Rocher neighbors would stop by this campfire during the evenings to chat.

 

The Roy family welcomed us into the neighborhood on the first sunny day. (We arrived in the midst of a rainy cold front; and thus, the first couple of days were wet, cool, and not suitable for building a fire.) Bobby Roy was the first to introduce himself, soon followed by his son Denis. As the weeks progressed, we met more members of this gregarious and outgoing family.   They were great neighbors, and we now treasure fond memories of our time spent together in this picturesque setting.

Denis and his father, Bobby, were frequent evening visitors!

In fact, the Roy family was so generous, by the end of our first week; they had presented our family with an official Canadian flag that we flew proudly while staying there. John, my husband, was bestowed with a stylish Canadian ball cap. Furthermore, we were also given a jar of a New Brunswick delicacy, bar clams. Both Denis and Bobby stated the bar clams would make great chowder. I proudly took these into the vacation home in which we were staying; set the jar on the counter with the full intention of eating them while we were there.

 

On previous trips, we stayed in Janeville, NB, also on the idyllic Bay of Chaleur. During our first trip there, we made friends with another family, the Theriaults, Vincent, Gisele, and their dog, Bijou. On this last trip, however, we were located about 40 minutes north of them. Wonderfully, though, we were able to get together with them a couple of times during this same visit.

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Vincent Theriault, John, Maddie, me, and Gisele Theriault when we first met in Janeville, New Brunswick. The house (church) in which we stayed is in background, and their summer cottage is directly behind us.

 

It was during a dinner visit with Vincent and Gisele, that they happened to notice the jar of bar clams on the kitchen counter. They both shared with us how tasty the clams were. In fact, they stated that the clams could be enjoyed as a delicious meal straight out of the jar! Simply add a salad and a loaf of crusty, buttery bread; and, boom, dinner is served.

 

Ultimately, the clams came home with us still uneaten. John researched alternate ways to prepare these clams in addition to the methods described by the Roy’s and Theriault’s. He landed upon an idea—pasta.

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Hmm . . .I liked that idea, but I would have to choose the pasta carefully because it must be gluten free due to my celiac disease; and trust me, not every gluten free pasta is tasty. However, I had recently tried one called POW, made out of mostly green lentils, that John even found appetizing. Therefore, I began brainstorming.

 

I could make the sauce completely from scratch. However, given the limited time during the workweek, I opted for a shortcut instead, and came up with plan after a visit to my favorite grocery store, Route 60 Kroger. I perused their aisle and purchased the following items: spaghetti squash (What’s not to love about this vegetable?), POW pasta, one jar of Classico brand Riserva Alfredo sauce, a can of Bumble Bee brand Red Clam Sauce, a bag of frozen peas, and a can of mushrooms (although any fresh variation of mushrooms would nice) as well as a can of fancy white crab meat (for an increase protein), and finally, a wedge of parmesan cheese.

 

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Ingredients gathered for Bar Clam pasta with an appetizer of cheese and prosciutto!

 

Later that week, John and feasted on scrumptious bar clam pasta! The first night, I served my sauce over spaghetti squash only, while John ate the pasta. The next night, however, I combined the left over pasta and squash into a large casserole dish, poured the sauce over it, and topped it off with a bit of shredded cheese. This turned into a flavorsome casserole, which fed the two of us two more nights!

First night’s meal.

 

In fact, we loved this dish so much, that I have already purchased the ingredients to make it again—only we will have to settled for canned clams, instead of the fresh New Brunswick clams. Hopefully, it will still be a just as tasty!

Leftover night!

Thank you, Roy family, for generosity and hospitality as well as introducing us to a new food! Thank you, Vincent and Gisele, for your generous encouragement! While we did not have crusty bread, we did serve this wonderful meal with a simple salad, and savored pleasant thoughts of the wonderful people are fortunate enough to call friends from New Brunswick!

 

Bar Clam Pasta

 1 spaghetti squash

1 box Ancient Harvest brand POW! Pasta (or your favorite brand/type pasta)

1 15 ounce jar of Classico brand Riserva Alfredo sauce

1 15 ounce can of Bumble Bee brand Tuscan style Read Clam Sauce

1 jar/can of bar clams or baby clams (size will vary depending upon how much you want, and brand you use)

1 6 ounce can fancy white crab mean

1 cup frozen green peas–optional

1 can or package of mushrooms—optional

Red pepper seeds, if desired

 

Preheat oven 375 degrees.

Coat long casserole dish with nonstick cooking spray.

Cut spaghetti squash lengthwise and remove seeds.

Place squash halves flesh side down in pan.

Bake 45 minutes or until flesh is tender and easily pricked with a fork.

Cook pasta according to package directions.

In large saucepan, combine both Alfredo sauce and clam sauce.

(I also add half-cup water, or milk, to the emptied Alfredo sauce and shake to fully get all sauce, but it is not necessary.)

Warm gently to a slightly bubbly stage.

Gently stir in crab, clams, peas, and mushrooms (if using)—do not boil—rather return to slightly bubbly stage for a few minutes.

Stir in ¼ cup shaved Parmesan cheese if desired to thicken sauce.

Cover and turn off sauce.

Once squash is baked, remove from oven.

With hot pads, flip squash over, flesh face up, and allow to cool.

Once cooled enough to handle, use large spoon to scoop out flesh into dish.

Separate flesh with fork and season with olive oil and sea salt if desired.

Ladle sauce over desired pasta, squash, or a combination of both.

Top with additional Parmesan and/or red pepper seeds.

 

When cleaning up after dinner, place left over pasta over top of squash and fold together.

Pour remaining sauce over the combined pasta and squash.

Top with desire amount shredded cheese, if desired.

Spray dull-side of foil with nonstick cooking spray. Then, place coated side of foil face down to cover pasta dish.

It will be ready to bake the next night in a preheated 350-degree oven covered for 20 minutes.

Remove foil and bake an additional 10 minutes, or until cheese is golden and sauce is bubbly.

 

 

 

Birthday Weekend in Cincinnati

            “If the world comes to an end, I want to be in Cincinnati. Everything comes there ten years later.”—Mark Twain

 

“Steph, would you be interested in going out-of-town for your birthday? I was thinking we could go somewhere that has an Apple Store. You could talk to them in person about the best product for you and your blog-work.” John, my husband of 28 years, was making this suggestion with great sincerity.

 

Hmm . . . that was certainly a thought! My laptop had been limping along for the past two years. It needed plugged-in at all times, and I spent more time watching the spinning beach ball of death, than I did actually typing.   One thing was certain, it taught me patience; however, portability and increased speed would be exceptionally nice. Plus, what’s not to love about a weekend trip?

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Thus, after debating the pros and cons of the few nearby cities that had an Apple Store, we finally settled on Cincinnati. It was a great decision! The weather could not have been more perfect, and we were able to combine business with pleasure.

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We left for Cincinnati around 3:30. John drove along OH 73 and OH 32 as we zoomed past the beautiful countryside in transition from summer to fall. Golden and purple flowers/weeds dotted the landscape as the evening sunshine glinted.

 

Arriving at the Kenwood Hampton Inn, mere minutes from the Kenwood Town Center, which housed the Apple Store, around 6:30, John suggested we head to dinner. Thus, when asked, Amber, the affable and thoughtful Hampton employee, suggested a restaurant within walking distance, Cooper’s Hawk. She shared that a plethora of Hampton clients reported positive dining experiences. As she described the varied menu, we were sold.

Unfortunately, it was Friday evening in Cincinnati and nearly 7:00. Walking toward the restaurant, we could espy copious customers walking into this sleek winery and restaurant. Entering, we encountered wall-to-wall customers. Ultimately, this restaurant was booked with numerous reservations, and we would be facing an hour and half wait. We were too tired for this length of wait, so we decided to trek elsewhere.

 

Ultimately, we walked a tad bit farther to a funky, Austin-based Tex-Mex restaurant, Chuy’s. It ended up being a serendipitous choice! Despite the waiting crowd, we were immediately able to find seats at the bar—which worked for us as we have learned that whether consuming a favorite adult beverage or water, the bar is typically the best place to receive attentive service.

Excellent service was indeed part of our dinner experience at Chuy’s. The vibe was full-on positive energy, especially for dog-lovers as the eclectic décor was filled with framed paintings and photos of all varieties of dogs! Thin, salty, and crispy tortilla chips were served with fresh tasting salsa alongside a tasty white sauce.

John ordered a warm, creamy cheese dip as an appetizer as we sipped our drinks and washed away the road dirt. For dinner, John noshed on a combination platter in order to sample a wide variety of Chuy’s dishes. Meanwhile, I enjoyed a vegetarian combination dinner served with a side of creamy refried beans and Mexican rice—all of which was topped with a delicious ranchero sauce. Needless to say, we walked back to the Hampton feeling quite full.

The next day, we arrived at the Kenwood Town Center not long after it opened.   I was feeling both excited and hopeful. Arriving this early would ensure prompt service and attention, right? Wrong! This was the first weekend after the launch of the Apple 8 phone. Therefore, it took 45-minutes before I could talk with an employee.

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In spite of the wait, a delightful young man named, Kuyuh, helped me.  Apple employees do not work on commission; thus, Kuyuh asked specific questions to help me narrow down my choice to determine the best product for me. Another employee, Rachel, in addition to Kuyuh, helped John and me thoroughly! I cannot say enough about them as they walked me through how to transfer all information from my old laptop to the new one.   We had such an overall positive experience, I would most certainly return to this store for any future Apple products.

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My new laptop is much thinner, lighter, and cleaner than my “vintage” 2005/2006 version, it does not have to be plugged in at all times, and no 10+ minutes of the spinning beach ball of death!

In the meantime, John had been in contact with one of his lifelong friends, Steve, who happened to live fairly close to the Hampton in which we were staying. Thus, for dinner, Steve, and his wife, Lila, gave us a lift to one of their local favorite eateries, 50 West, a brewpub about 15-20 minutes away.

We arrived around 7:00, and the place was hopping with customers, mostly family groups. Nonetheless, we were immediately seated in the room just off of the tasting room. Our waitress, Nicole, was attentive and effusive. We started off with delicious appetizers: Pretzels served with Dijon cheddar dip and Pork Belly French Fries. Due to my celiac disease, I was not able to try the pretzels, but they looked amazing, and I was assured they tasted scrumptious. The fries turned out to be new potatoes, topped with Dijon-molasses glazed pork belly, thin slices of pickled granny smith apples, and finished with cheese fondue. As odd of a combination as this sounded, Nicole assured us they were good, and she was right! I especially loved the apple slices!

All four of us had different dishes. Steve devoured the Doom Pedal Sausage served on a heaping pile of polenta. John enjoyed a hot chicken sandwich—which was spicy! Lila dined on the Ham and Cheese sandwich, while I enjoyed Tex-Mex Wedge Salad! Once again, John and I did not go hungry! (Unfortunately, or fortunately, depending upon one’s perspective, we became so engrossed in our conversation that we forgot to take pictures of our entrees!)

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All in all, I experienced a wonderful birthday weekend-get away! The Hampton Inn in which we stayed was comfortable, clean, and staffed with incredibly friendly and attentive people. It was perfectly situated within walking distance of a wide-variety of restaurants, and only a five to ten minute drive away from the Kenwood Town Center! I would highly recommend this area to anyone looking for a weekend getaway!  And, if you decide to visit any of these fine establishments, tell them Steph simply sent you!

 

 

Auberge D’Anjou in Petit-Rocher, New Brunswick, Canada

            “Coffee is a language in itself.”—Jackie Chan

It looked charming from the outside. I had been told that it served delicious coffee.

 

“The two-mile walk required to get here had better be worth the effort,” was all I could think as John and I entered through the beaded front entry.

 

The scent was heavenly. I was feeling hopeful. Several staff members warmly greeted us in French.

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As my husband and I ordered our drinks, mocha for me, plain black coffee for him, I took in the environment. Beautiful and original artwork was tastefully hung throughout the dining area. A piano stood off in a corner area. Tables were arranged thoughtfully.  I noticed a bar area, not in use at the time, was located across from the counter in which food/drinks were ordered.

 

On my right was a chalkboard menu written in French.  Additionally,  there was also another menu to my left.  In front of me, below the cash register, was a glass case filled with a yummy array of foods–salads, yogurt parfaits, single-serving cakes, mini-pies, slices of quiche, muffins, and so forth.

 

The young man taking our order from behind the counter, Sebastian, was courteous and quickly switched to speaking English when he realized that we were Americans on vacation and, unfortunately, could not speak French.  In fact, Sebastian began to ask us numerous questions that were genuinely curious. What brought us to New Brunswick? Was this our first time visiting Auberge D’Anjou? Did we like Petit-Rocher? He was most engaging and encouraged us to come visit the café often. In the meantime, he told us to choose where we would like to sit, and he would bring us our coffees when it was ready.

 

John and I chose seats on the wrap-around veranda. It was a delightful day.  The bluebird sky had captured a few billowy-white clouds. There was a light breeze, and the temperature was quite comfortable, somewhere in the low 70s.   A few other diners were also outside; however, we were there at an in-between mealtime, so there were not many.

 

Momentarily, Sebastian served us our coffees—each cup freshly made. No cardboard cups and with plastic lids here. Rather, our coffees were served in beautiful, boldly colored mugs that begged for fingers to wrap around them.

 

My mocha was truly a work of art. Never before had I ever experienced coffee so caringly created and served. I almost felt guilty attempting to sip it, so I waited a moment in order to savor and appreciate the craftwork of the barista.   Later, to my surprise, she apologized for the mocha not turning out as beautifully as she had hoped! PLEEEEASE!!!

 

John and I sat, sipped our coffee, enjoyed quiet conversation, and soaked up what was shaping up to be a picture-perfect day. Sebastian appeared several times to check on us as well as answer any question we threw at him. When our coffee cups were finally empty, and the caffeine had fully kicked in, John and I continued on our walk around the harbor area of Petit-Rocher—just behind Auberge D’Anjou. In the end, John and I ultimately walked a total of five miles through this quaint, dear town.

 

Due to this positive experience, I returned, solo, to Auberge D’Anjou two more times during our stay in Petit-Rocher. Both times, I walked to and from the Café soaking in the French atmosphere and charming surroundings of Petit-Rocher. Also, I made it a point to try two different coffees: Cappuccino and a Latte. Much to my pleasant surprise, both of these coffees were just as tasty as my first mocha. Furthermore, both were created so picturesquely, I forced myself, once again,  to sit and savor their image before I began consuming the contents of my mug.

 

I had hoped to return one evening for dinner as one staff member, Sole, shared the fact that if I would call in advance, the kitchen would prepare a spectacular gluten-free entree, salad, and dessert—just for me. With great detail, Sole described several dinner delights that sounding mouth-wateringly tasty. Unfortunately, it did not work out, and I sadly never made it for dinner. That said, given my positive experience with the care to which the staff pours (pun-intended) into their coffee, I could only imagine how wonderful their food must be.

 

Therefore, if you are visiting, vacationing, or happen to live near Petit-Rocher, I highly recommend a visit to Auberge D’Anjou. Additionally, they also happen to be an Inn, making it a convenient place to stay and eat! Auberge D’Anjou is centrally located in the heart of town and is only one block away from the Petit-Rocher harbor area. If you stop in, tell them Steph simply sent you!

 

 

 

Miscou Island is a Hidden Jewel of Acadian Coastal New Brunswick

“One of the single most beautiful spots in the world.” –2010 Society of American Travel Writers statement about Miscou Island when awarding the island with a Phoenix Award

“You should definitely go to Miscou Island. The lighthouse is beautiful, and the beaches are private for miles and miles.”

John, my husband, and I were sitting at the bar of Joey’s Pub and Eatery in Bathurst, New Brunswick, Canada, this past July, eating dinner and talking with waiter/bar-tender, Chris. We were nearing the last couple of days of what had been a delightful two-week stay.   In the course of our conversation, Chris asked if we had ever visited Miscou Island. It was after this engaging dialogue that we decided to drive nearly two hours in order to discover this geographical treasure.

Due to its proximity to Prince Edward Island, home of Anne of the Green Gables book series author, Lucy Maud Montgomery, and Nova Scotia, a whale-watching destination, New Brunswick is often written off as a “go-through” province. In fact, our family discovered this jewel-of-a-province while driving to PEI. However, New Brunswick, as we have since discovered, is, and should be considered, a destination unto itself. In fact, Miscou Island, as we learned, is one more reason to vacation in New Brunswick.

After a delightful breakfast at 748 Restaurant, John and I, along with our daughter and friend, headed down the scenic Acadian Coastal Drive. Traversing this route, we made our through several towns and sites we had previously visited including: Grande Anse with its beautiful beaches and Pope’s Museum; the Village Historique Acadien, a historical reconstruction of more than 40 buildings that portrays Acadian life between 1770 and 1949; the quaint, French-speaking town of Caraquet, considered the capital of Acadia as it roots are deeply steeped in the Acadian families who settled there after forced deportation by the British in 1755; and Shippagan, home of the beloved New Brunswick Aquarium and Marine Center (a great place to see blue lobsters!).

Finally, we crossed a drawbridge, built in the 1950s, connecting Shippagan to Lameque Island, a New Brunswick location we had never before visited. Aboriginal people from the Micmac nation originally settled and named it. Later, French explorer, Nicolas Denys, established a trading post on the island around 1645, but soon abandoned it.   A little over 100 years later, the first permanent settlers began arriving on the island. Then, after the British deportation of 1755-1763, five families from PEI make Lameque Island their home in the 1780s. In fact, two of those original communities, Lameque and Sainte-Marie-Saint-Raphael, still remain. Currently, there are approximately 6,000 residents making a living on this picturesque island working in industries such as fishing and peat moss as well as the recently established windmill industry—which we drove past on our way to Miscou Island.

We left Lameque Island and crossed over to Miscou Island via the 2,000-meter Miscou Island Bridge, which opened in 1996 and replaced a cable-ferry. Both Lameque and Miscou Islands separate the Bay of Chaleur from the Gulf of Saint Lawrence. Furthermore, Miscou, interestingly enough, is actually formed by a group of islands attached by bays.

Its name, also given by the Micmac people who used the island during hunting and fishing season, means “low wetlands.” Later, Jacques Cartier first explored it in 1534, and the island became a fishing base the same year. In fact, Miscou’s main industry still remains fishing for its nearly 600 full-time residents. However, unlike Lameque, Miscou’s numerous peat beds have not been harvested and remain in their natural state—making Miscou a must see location in the fall when its vast peat bogs become a vibrant scarlet red.

Traveling along the Route 113, the main road that runs the length of the entire island, we saw numerous historical, wildlife viewing, and scenic sites. Of first note, was the charming wharf area providing shelter to nearly 60 boats that fish for lobster, herring, crab, and scallops as well as La Terrase a Steve, an open-air eatery that claims to serve lobster 14 ways. As we drove past the eatery overlooking the harbor, we couldn’t help but notice its open-air picnic tables were filled with diners enjoying this local favorite.

Continuing along our route, we drove past charming old churches, including the site of New Brunswick’s first established church. Additionally, we saw the site where a Russian plane made an emergency crash landing in 1939 in an attempt to fly nonstop from Moscow to New York. Continuing our winding drive through the exquisite bayside, we drove past access roads to “official” public beach areas that offer restrooms and changing facilities, and instead opted to stop at two different boardwalks: Lake Fry Observatory, known for bird-watching (over 265 bird species have been recorded on Miscou); and, Peatland Path, a spectacular stretch of boardwalk built over colorful, unspoiled, and natural peat land. In fact, it was on Peatland Path that we saw an actual a carnivorous plant, the pitcher plant, up close!

 

Finally we arrived at Miscou Lighthouse, a National Historic Sight of Canada. It was built in 1856 and is located at the most northern point of the island. This octagonal wooden structure, built with hand-sawn timbers, originally measured 74 feet from its base to top, but was extended to 80 feet in 1903. It is housed with a red Fresnel lens at the top.

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As we entered the lighthouse, workers warmly greeted us. We paid our entry fee and began climbing the numerous steps, stopping at each level to take in the views as well as peruse the photos and educational exhibits. Eventually, we reached the top and were rewarded with panoramic views of the seemingly endless miles of expansive coastal beach beckoning us to explore. We heeded the call.

 

Leaving the lighthouse, we strolled along the nearby empty stretch of beach. It was littered with beautiful rocks, shells, driftwood, and our favorite, colorful sea glass. The day could not have been more clear and beautiful, with vividly cobalt blue skies dotted with pure white cotton fluff clouds above, and sparkly blue-green gulf waters beside us. Though the wind was bracing, the memories we created along the shores of Miscou Island on that July day, and for that matter during those two wonderful weeks in coastal New Brunswick, will forever warm my heart.

I highly encourage a visit, not only to Miscou Island, but also to New Brunswick and the inviting Acadian Coastal drive. It is rich with a unique history, steeped in faith, full of vibrant and gracious people, and possesses an unspoiled, picturesque, rocky shoreline with plenty of space for all of your favorite beach/water activities.