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Karin thanks wild wonderful West Virginia

Sunday, June 27th, 2010

westva

So, I have this thing with West Virginia lately. I seem to have forgotten all the questionable fashion and dental hygiene that comes out of Appalachia and focused only on things like the Blue Ridge mountains, farm to table restaurants, and really cheap real estate.

A few weeks ago I went to a press breakfast put on by the West Virginia tourism office and man oh man did they sell me on the place. Of course they were also delivering an organic pancake feast, but pishposh. What a state it is! Mountains and rivers and un-yuppie-a-fied towns all within a short drive from Washington. One of the organic farmers we met with even invited us down to his farm for a hootenanny this weekend, but sadly I couldn’t fit in the four hour haul. Craig and I decided to head to the much closer northern corner and discovered Shepherdstown, the oldest town in WVA.

Shepherdstown is storybook adorable because the pile of bricks was put up in the 1700s. And it’s also surprisingly kind of hippyish. I had a vegan sandwich with vegan potato salad for lunch and then spent the afternoon explaining to Craig that hippies do shower, they just prefer to look like they don’t. It’s coooool when you’re a hippy, I explained, my 15-year-old Birkenstock wearing self goading me on.

After spending a few hours in WVA, we realized we were five minutes away from Antietum and all the ghosts roaming the once bloody battlefields, so we headed over. What’s weird about a battlefield is how peaceful it is. I mean the bloodiest campaign of the Civil War was fought at Antietum, shouldn’t there be some leftover blood and guts or just some live ammunition you have to walk around? I felt like I should have brought a Williams Sonoma picnic basket and lounged around while sipping a mint julep.

It’s a pretty part of the world out there and it made me wonder why oh why I spend my days trapped in a city. One more of those WVA press breakfasts and I’ll be blogging from a hut in the Blue Ridge mountains!

: The main building of Shepherdstown. Today there was a nice hippy flea market on the front lawn which was really confusing Craig. He is from Nebraska thus does not understand hippies. I chose not to tell him that I once decided James Taylor was my spiritual husband and I opted not to wear shoes for most of 1995.