Living Your Best Blue Ridge Life

“Your house is gorgeous!” called a kayaker as she floated down the wide heavenly slice of the Toccoa River on Labor Day last year.  “Thank you!” I replied from my adirondack perched on the sun-dappled riverbank lawn of the 8,000-square-foot home, its expansive bank of windows reflecting the mellow holiday river scene. My husband smiled. 

I’m dreaming of a Telluride holiday

How hard could it be? I was joining Telluride Outside for a scenic snowmobile ride along groomed trails between the Wilson and Dolores mountain ranges to historic Dunton Hot Springs for a soak in ancient waters followed by a gourmet lunch. Well, two hours driving the snow machine, the roar of the engine masking my heavy breathing, left me exhilarated…

Southern Hospitality at the Beach

 They had me at “experiential shower.”  The warm staff at The Henderson Beach Resort in Destin welcomed us with a handshake and a suggested itinerary for our 30th wedding anniversary weekend that included a couple’s massage in a suite at their 10,000 square foot Salamander Spa.  “Be sure to stick around after your massage and enjoy Himalayan sea salt room,…

A gecko, a novel and me

A friendly little gecko scampered across the sun-drenched wall around the pool where I lay reading the third novel of my spring break vacation in Seagrove, Florida. Besides the song of a resident male cardinal serenading his girl, the afternoon was still and quiet. Just the way I like it. 

COOKING with MAMMA

High up in the clouds in a small Italian town on the Amalfi coast called Ravello, deep blue water surrounds your view and lush gardens color the scenery with brilliant hues of gold, pink, purple, violet and green. This is the endless view from Mama Agata’s terrace where we learned how to prepare traditional Italian dishes from ingredients grown on-site…

The Perfect Saturday

When the first of the football games started on Saturday during our stay at Cohutta King outside Blue Ridge, I didn’t cringe, dreading the hullabaloo of crashing helmets and babble of network announcers for rest of the weekend. Instead, I grabbed my Eno hammock, a book and a drink and walked down through the woods to the creek. I’d wander…