Blue Ridge Getaway
The view in the photo above greeted me for the past five mornings as I stepped out onto the deck, mug of hot coffee in hand. We just returned from a relaxing five day getaway to Huddleston, Virginia and the cabin we rented on the beautiful Smith Mountain Lake.
I have lived on the rolling hills of the Piedmont plateau for most of my life, nestled between the Atlantic Ocean to the east and the Blue Ridge Mountains to the west. I learned to paddle along the Piedmont Breaks, the geographic fall line from Washington, D.C. to Northern Georgia, where rivers flowing from the mountains tumble to the calmer waters of the Coastal Plain. As a young man with a new driver’s license and old kayak, I spent many weekends along the Blue Ridge searching for the origin of beloved waters.
During my travels around this continent I have met more than a few people who left their homes in the Blue Ridge in pursuit of love or money. Nearly all express a touch of homesickness for their mountain home. I’m glad that the hazy hills are just a short drive, and yet a world away from my daily grind.
Thanks to the rich musical heritage of the Blue Ridge Mountains, all it takes for a brief escape is to close one’s eyes and drift away down a shady mountain road.