This past week was an amazing experience at Wildacres Retreat as an artist in resident. I was provided an ideal cabin with lots of windows to the forest. Two other artists were also in residence for the week. They each had their own cabins. Meals were provided and residents had a special place to sit. We enjoyed many conversations about our creative approaches, our backgrounds, and our hopes for the week.
Fortunately or unfortunately ... depending on how you look at it ... it rained almost every day. Yet, my project required me to be inside. I'm working on a writing project! It is a long term goal but having uninterrupted time to study, do research, and simply write (badly ... but it's a first draft) was so very, very valuable.
Most days were foggy but meals were served in the cafeteria ... which was a three-quarter mile walk uphill. It was worth the climb. After every meal, the walk was all downhill.
I did, however, hike almost every day. Most of the trails showed lots of lingering damage from last year's Hurricane Helene. The photo above was from a hike on Rose Creek Trail.
Lots of trees fell across the trails and were cut. Thus, there were plenty of tree sections to photograph. The photo above was taken along the Loop Trail.
One day I hiked up to the Blue Ridge Parkway on the Deerlick Trail. It was such a strange experience, almost like stepping into a post-apocalyptic world. This section of the parkway is still closed for repairs. No one was in sight. Grass grew in the pavement's cracks. The picnic area hadn't been cut in almost a year ... nearly burying the picnic tables. The view, however, was stunning. On my return hike, the sky opened up and poured so hard that I had to take off my eyeglasses! Blurry vision was better than attempting to see through that much water!
Wildacres is a bee and butterfly sanctuary. There's a meadow with hundreds of wildflowers.
Flowers grow along the trails too!
Even the bee hives are pretty! I had honey on biscuits and decided to buy some to take home!
Due to the rain and the short time I had at Wildacres, I didn't take many photos but this one says plenty! I hated to leave! The time was magical, thought-provoking, and productive. I made two new friends ... but we all forgot to take a photo!
Steve had dropped me off at the start of the residency and picked me up on the last morning. We decided to go to a Starbucks in East Marion. Believe me, it isn't that close. It was twenty miles away, down a winding mountain road. I think what happened next was more than coincidence, more than serendipity. It really felt like a moment sent by God Himself. Tim, who is writing a book on the way Southern men grief, was already there. Inside of three minutes, Janet Day arrived. We three artist in residence had a second chance for that photo! It had to be a small but significant miracle ... just like the week had been!