As if you needed a reason to get on the water…here are five.
Disclaimer: There are no fish pics in this post. No paddling either. Side note: Cancer Sucks.
In 2010 I was training for my first ultra, logging training runs in the New River Gorge. I wanted to run a 50 miler. But I wrecked some ankle tendons during my training, and a subsequent marathon. My gait compensation caused me to develop plantar fasciitis. After that, I struggled to run long distances and gave up my dream of running an ultra.
Nestled in a small town on the rim of the New River Gorge is an eclectic community of outdoor recreation enthusiast, artists, and native West Virginians. The town is Fayetteville, WV and it served as my, and my wife's, home base of operations for many years. I met my wife there and we had our first child in those mountains. The Appalachian hills of West Virginia have long held a special place in our hearts. Harriet was drawn to the river and me to the rock cliffs that lined the gorge. Lately we'd begun to miss the earth, the water and the tribe that recreates upon them both. It is an important place.
This past Easter Sunday started off like most holiday's at my house, with a little cuddling and giggling. I love the look from my youngest in the background. Then we headed out to the lake for some Easter egg hunting and visiting with family. It's a beautiful spot in Central Virginia.