Tuesday, June 23, 2009

Virginia's Covered Bridges

In memory or imagination, covered bridges conjure up sights andsounds of days gone by. In Virginia, they began to dot the countryside nearly two centuries ago. Spanning rivers and streams, their number grew to the hundreds.

Eventually they gave way to their vulnerability to flood and fire,and to the technology that replaced the wooden peg with the metal bolt and the broadtimbers with narrow steel. By 1900, the overhead steel truss bridge had become the engineers' design of choice.

Escape the rush of the cities; come relax in these Blue Ridge Mountains where the pace is slower, where Southern folks treat you as a neighbor, and Appalachian culture greets you at ever turn of this crooked road.

Relatively few covered bridges survived into the early years of the 20th century. Most of them reflected the evolution in design of three pioneers in the annals of bridge construction:

  • Theodore Burr, who patented the Burr arch bridge in 1817
  • Ithiel Town, who patented the Town lattice design in 1835
  • William Howe, who in 1840 patented a design that combined iron uprights with wooden supports.

Today in Virginia, only eight covered bridges still stand. Five have been preserved as landmarks and three are on private property. You are invited to visit these picturesque structures that span time as well as water. I am not sure why there is romance found in covered bridges, but pucker up and kiss your sweetie.

See a MAP showing bridge locations in the state. #2 and #3 are in the next county over from The Claiborne House Bed and Breakfast, in fact a nice country drive out past Ferrum on The Crooked Road: Virginia's Heritage Music Trail (website) toward Woolwine in Patrick County. These two bridges sit over the Smith River - well known for its record brown trout. Smith River info here.

Before the 1950's the Smith River was a typical southern warm-water river originating from the high terrain of the Blue Ridge Mountains.

In the early 1950's demand for electricity and flood control in the area prompted the Army Corps of Engineers to create a dam in order to facilitate such needs. At the time, the project cost over 13 million dollars.

The construction of Philpott Dam and the subsequent formation of the Philpott Reservoir drastically changed the nature of the Smith River.

Large, stationary bodies of water such as Philpott Reservoir undergo seasonal changes of temperature called turnovers. During the summer months, the upper layer of water becomes warm while the deepest water remains very cold.

In order to produce electricity, water must be moved from the reservoir through the dam to the river below. During generation, water released from the dam to the Smith
River is a chilly 46 degrees Fahrenheit (8°C) even during the summer.

The temperatures have allowed cool water species such as trout to inhabit the Smith. However, temperature and velocity fluctuations due to water releases may have an adverse effect upon other organisms.

Just as a side note, Philpott Lake is also located in our Franklin County - there are some super swimmin' holes at this lake, hiking trails and even a public beach. It is a fairly deep lake, but the water temp is a warm 82-84 in mid-summer, perfect for a refreshing dip! Info on fishing Philpott Lake here. Map to Philpott Lake here.

To download the brochure on covered bridges, click here. To request a printed brochure on covered bridges, see the publications page on the VDOT website. Some information taken from here.

Life is too short for bad coffee... Shellie @ The Claiborne House Bed and Breakfast in Rocky Mount Virginia http://www.claibornehouse.net/

Monday, June 22, 2009

History Museum on Western Virginia - Two Great Exhibits: Historic Crystal Spring Pump Station and White Liquor-Blue Ridge Style

The Historic Crystal Spring Pump Station located at the intersection of Jefferson Street and McClanahan Avenue is open to the public from May through September.

Visitors can experience the spectacle of the great fly-wheel rotating, the pistons pumping, and the sound of steam escaping with a hiss. Long before the arrival of the first westward explorers, the cool waters of Crystal Spring flowed from an unknown source in to what is now southwest Virginia’s Roanoke Valley. When Scots-Irish immigrants settled the region in the mid-1700’s, the Evans family harnessed these waters to power a grist mill, and Crystal Spring has played an important part in Roanoke’s history ever since.

In 1905, the City purchased the Snow Steam Pump from the Snow Steam Pump Works of Buffalo, NY. The pump was a mechanical marve l of the day. The pump’s 13 ft. diameter, 11-ton flywheel was designed to turn at a consistent 40 revolutions per minute to ensure steady pumping operation and it did so almost without interruption for the next 50 years.

The Crystal Spring Pump Station has been recognized as an important part of Roanoke’s history. Through restoration efforts, clean-up and new exhibits, the Pump Station and the Snow Steam Pump have been been returned to their grandeur. The Station is listed on the National Register of Historic Places and the Snow Steam Pump is recognized as one of the last, best examples of its kind by the Smithsonian Institution.

Speaking of Scots-Irish while you are there at the History Museum of Virginia - take a few moments to see an exhibit from our Fanklin County (Created by The Blue Ridge Institute out near Ferrum College just 8 miles from The Claiborne House Bed and Breakfast another major stop on The Crooked Road: Virginia's Heritage Music Trail.) "White Liquor-Blue Ridge Style; Moonshining in Southwest Virginia" on exhibit until Sept 27, 2009.

We had a journalist from the Economist Magazine stay with us at The Claiborne House who visited this same exhibit and found it fascinating. He also visited a few busted up stills in our county with our retired ABC Agent Jack A Powell and Franklin News Post Reporter Morris Stephenson who took this photo on December 1972 which shows the largest still ever destroyed in Franklin County. The picture hangs in the county courthouse.

Here is one of the articles "Setting the Still" in the Economist Magazine. And the other article "Lightning strikes: An ancient tradition is alive and reeling" wherein the writer surmises that current bad economy is driving the moonshiners back into the woods to put food on the table and pay their bills.

Jack Allen Powell has written two books on his adventures, A Dying Art 1 & 11, A History of Moonshining and Moonshiners and Me. Here is an article on ABC Agent Jack A Powell titled "A Colorful Past" from Public Radio interview.

Another incredible fictional book on this county with its self proclaimed title The Moonshine Capitol is by Matt Bondurant based on the Moonshine Conspiracy trial and his grandfather's dabblings in moonshine here in Franklin County "Wettest County in the World." It is a fast and furious read.

In the moonshine business, tradition is more binding than law. Today's operators maintain they are exercising a natural right, one first introduced by Scotch-Irish immigrants in the early 1700s.

"Moonshining was considered a legitimate and efficient means of making money at a time when very few jobs were available that paid a cash wage," says Vaughan Webb, a folklorist with the Blue Ridge Institute and Folklife Museum at Ferrum College. Farming was seasonal and unpredictable, and factory work was hard to find.

It doesn't require much in the way of capital investment to establish a moonshine operation. Start-up costs are relatively low. For a typical operation -- six pots, each capable of holding 800 gallons -- the initial investment is about $7,500. That includes equipment, fuel, and the main ingredients of sugar, meal and yeast. Moonshiners buy in bulk from local farm-supply stores. Some find good deals at Sam's Club, where the staples can be purchased by the pallet.

A six-pot still makes roughly 600 gallons of liquor a week, and each gallon costs between $3 and $4 to produce. High-volume producers sell it wholesale, by the case, grossing about $4,500.

Historically, moonshine was a way for farmers to make extra money off their corn crop, particularly if the crop was poor or they couldn't get it to market in time. Sugar liquor has long since replaced corn liquor because of simple economics: It's cheaper, faster and goes a long way.

A distillery must be near a water source, as running water is vital to the cooling process, when the fermented mash is vaporized and condensed into liquor. And, of course, it must be hidden. Authorities have smashed stills in caves under riverbanks, in isolated thickets near creeks, in barns, chicken coops and garages. In Franklin County's 692 square miles, moonshiners don't seem to have exhausted the possibilities.

There's a glimmer of grudging respect when alcohol enforcement agents describe some of the ploys people have used over the years. A favorite example is the bootlegger who built a fake family cemetery around his still, complete with headstones, flowers and fencing. "It's a battle of wits, so to speak, between the ABC and them," says Cliff Hapgood, Franklin County's commonwealth attorney. "Both sides are pretty clever."

What else is there to do in Roanoke?

The History Museum of Western Virginia is in nearby downtown Roanoke where you can enjoy the bustling central farmer's market, restaurants, live music, museums and quaint shops. A guest once told me he found Roanoke to be like Charlottesville's quirkey little sister. Downtown Roanoke is about 20 to 25 minute drive from The Claiborne House Bed and Breakfast - just straight up Highway 220. Our favorite place to dine is Alejandro's with their CAL MEX and Salsa Bar. Fish Tacos? No problemo at Alejandros.

History Museum of Western Virginia
Contact: info.hswv@cox.net
Phone: (540) 342-5770
Hours: Moonshine and Pump Station Exhibits are both free May 18, 2009 - Sep 27, 2009 1:00 PM - 4:00 PM (Museum Hours otherwise are Tues–Fri 10am–4pm, Sat 10am–5pm, Sun 1–5pm. Admission: Adults $3. Seniors (60+), Students, Children $2. http://www.history-museum.org

Life is too short for bad coffee... Shellie @ The Claiborne House Bed and Breakfast in Rocky Mount Virginia http://www.claibornehouse.net/

Some information taken from article "High on Hooch" by Maura Singleton. Click here for full article.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

Famous Youth Bluegrass on The Crooked Road Right Here in Blue Ridge Country Virginia!

We have some fantastic YOUTH Bluegrass musicians in our Franklin County - here are a few you may have heard of:

1. Johnathan Dillon picking prodigy - multitalented award winning kid website here
2. The Wright Kids who made the top 5 in America's Got Talent - website here
3. The Clark Brothers who won The Next Great American Band - website here

I have mentioned that this is where bluegrass was invented. These hills here were the melting pot for pre-colonial and colonial America. As the wealthy farmed the Piedmont and Coastal areas those with nothing more than pure determination came to these rugged Blue Ridge Mountains to start a new life for themselves.

Among the venturers were Scots-Irish who brought the moonshine recipes and the fiddle, African Slaves who brought the Banjo (played as a drum in Africa) and so on and so on. From this hodge-podge of cultures came the mountain music that is well known all over the world today. People of strong faith and family, came here to worship how they choose, even if it be outside under the stars on a warm summer evening alight with fireflies and stars. This was all instrumental in the songs they sang and the lives they led, it still plays a huge part in this area I call the "buckle" of th Bible Belt.

We are fortunate to have this culture passed down to the youth in our area. When many thought this heritage was a dying art, we have young bluegrass musicians who have continued the tradition. There are many fine musicians in this area, but I wanted to highlight these three as they have gone on in their short years to win competitions near and far. Please visit their websites for more information on current tour schedules or jam sessions.

Also don't forget to visit our Music Events page and also The Crooked Road: Virginia's Heritage Music Trail website. The official starting point with the first kiosk for the Crooked Road is one block behind The Claiborne House Bed and Breafast here in Rocky Mount Virginia. It sits outside our old Train Depot where we have bluegrass and mountain music every second Friday. The program is called "Footlights of the Blue Ridge" put on by our Bill Fuller. Click here for a schedule of performers.

See the weekly Franklin County music line up for our area here.

America's Got Talent - The Wright Kids
Next Great American Band - Clark Brothers
Rocky Mount Performance - Johnathan Dillon

Life is too short for bad coffee... Shellie @ The Claiborne House Bed and Breakfast in Rocky Mount Virginia http://www.claibornehouse.net/

(Note - Mainstream media shows were Hollywood performances, not typical bluegrass)






Tuesday, June 9, 2009

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Life is too short for bad coffee... Shellie @ The Claiborne House Bed and Breakfast in Rocky Mount Virginia http://www.claibornehouse.net/

Sunday, June 7, 2009

Wanna Float? James River Float Company

Not too far from The Claiborne House Bed and Breakfast is a little ol' town called Lynchburg. Okay, it is not just around the corner, and it might be a city, but it is about an hour and 30 drive from here to there - but for a day of fun it is worth it!

It is a nice diversion from The Crooked Road: Virginia's Heritage Music Trail - especially if it is HOT!

I am talking about floating! I am talking TUBE FLOATS at the James River Float Company. Picture it:
Your carefree, relaxing float will begin as you watch Lynchburg drift away behind you. Then, you will meander through tranquil and lush outdoor wilderness.

Or if you prefer kayak, canoe, fish or batteau. I knew you would ask what batteau was, okay here goes...

The James River Batteau is a flat bottomed boat which was used to transport tobacco and other products, along with people/passengers from areas of Central Virginia to Richmond during the late 1700's.

The boats were generally from 6-8 feet wide, 40-50 feet long and were constructed of white oak and other wood native to Virginia.

For the past 23 years the James River Batteau Festival has been held in June to celebrate these boats and the important role they played in Virginia history.

Now you have the opportunity to reenact this part of history by journeying down the river in an authentic James River Batteau.

These large (40 ft + long, 6-8 ft wide), flat bottomed boats with their spacious decks and intricately handcrafted white oak hulls from a forgotten era will leave you in a peaceful state of awe as you drift down the river, gliding over rocks, grass beds, and other beautiful river life mere inches below these nimble giants.

So, journey back in time and relive this historical experience that so many others have experienced before us.

Discover the beauty of the James River and view the impressive remaining stone structures of the Kanawha canal from a perspective rarely seen by others.


James River Float Company
122 Rocky Hill Rd.
Madison Heights, VA 24572 PH: (434) 846-TUBE

Sure you can "LAZY RIVER" it at Myrtle Beach with the mobs of people, the traffic, the chaos, or you can grab a tube and float for a couple hours down The James. Oh don't worry they will pick you up on the other end and shuttle you back to your vehicle. You can even rent a tube to haul your cooler of refreshments. They got your back!

Katy at James River Float Company invites you all out for a day on the river. Dip your toes in history on The James. Here is your trivia for the day:

The James River

Native Powhatan, Monacan, and Iroquois peoples depended on the River for survival for centuries.

Also known as Gemerive, a mispronunciation by French traders, in the Colonial era, the James played a significant role in American History.

In 1607, the first English settlers landed at Cape Henry and then moved upstream to the Appomattox River looking for the best spot to settle.

They chose a site bordered on three sides by water, and named it in honor of the King of England, “James Towne.” And modern day America was born.

Lynchburg to Richmond is over 120 miles of undammed natural beauty. Where else can you find that in the Southeast?

For directions click here they operate 7 days a week for prices and other information click here or call (434) 846-TUBE.

If you are over 21 and want to go to a wellknown restaurant and club for Line Dancing or a show try "Cattle Annie's Where the Stars Play" - see their Hall of Fame list of famous visitors. Click here for directions and more info on Cattle Annies. It is right in Lynchburg.

Life is too short for bad coffee... Shellie @ The Claiborne House Bed and Breakfast in Rocky Mount Virginia http://www.claibornehouse.net/ (Info and pics taken from James River Float Company website)

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

For the Birds


For the Birds - Indianapolis Monthly Shared via AddThis

From Shellie your Innkeeper at The Claiborne House Bed and Breakfast - I thought you would enjoy this article by one of my favorite authors - who also penned The Harmony Series and Front Porch Tales. You can visit his website here. Due to our old Maples out front, Plum tree out back, two giant Hickory trees (pecans to you non-southuhners), Mulberry trees front and back, 3 ponds and the big messy Magnolia tree with the plastic leaves that fall year-round we are blessed with an overabundance of blabbing birds, I mean song-birds, which we love!


For the Birds

What they’ve given me in joy and song, they’ve cost me in sleep and birdseed.
By Philip Gulley

We live next door to a nature preserve. We bought our home because of its proximity to the woods, thinking it would be peaceful, but now are awakened each morning by birds yelling at one another. It’s like living in Brooklyn, next door to an avian Ralph and Alice Kramden. When Joan and I lived in the city we were roused by sirens and stereos; now the tufted titmouse and mourning dove disturb our slumber. I don’t know what those doves are mourning, but if they don’t pipe down, I’m going to give them something to mourn about.

A stranger knocked on my door early one morning this past fall. I thought at first he was a Jehovah’s Witness coming to grill me about the Lord. Then I noticed binoculars hanging from his neck and a bird book tucked into his shirt pocket.

“You have cedar waxwings,” he said, pointing to the crabapple tree in our side yard. “They eat fermented fruit and get drunk.”

There is a flock of birdwatchers in my town, and word quickly spread that I had opened my home to the inebriated cedar waxwing. Wherever I went—the grocery store, the coffee shop, the fire department pancake breakfast—bird people would point at me and whisper, “There’s the cedar waxwing man.” Though I have never made the acquaintance of a cedar waxwing, I now feel a certain obligation to them, having their fate so closely tied to mine.

The bird man who knocked on my door now leaves bird literature in my mailbox, most of it prophesying the demise of birds due to reduced habitat, cats, and pesticides. But birds aren’t helping themselves. They are not the brightest of God’s creatures. On a regular basis, cardinals crash into our picture window at top speed, driving their beaks into their brains, giving themselves a bird lobotomy. Cardinals are especially obtuse, the blondes of the bird world. I go outside and watch them lying on the ground. Sometimes they’re only dazed. I stand guard over them until they rise on their own two feet and stagger home. More often than not, they are dead, and I bury them behind the woodpile.

After themselves, birds’ greatest enemy is the cat. My neighbor has a house full of them, who make their way over to my birdfeeder each noonday, like tourists off a bus lining up at Golden Corral. When my wife and I began feeding the birds, we had no idea we’d be feeding the cats, too, but such is the tyranny of the food chain. I phoned my neighbor to ask if she could keep her cats inside, that they were killing my birds. “My little babies?” she said. “They wouldn’t harm a flea.” Cat people never believe anything bad about their cats.

I entered this bird business in a cas- ual manner. The man who had built our house left a piece of wood in the attic of our garage, which I used to make a birdhouse, delighted to be making something for free, not realizing what I was signing on for—the eventual upheaval of my entire life, not to mention possible bankruptcy.

I built the birdfeeder, installed it on a post outside our kitchen window, drove to the Roachdale Hardware, and bought 50 pounds of birdseed.

“Where do you want me to store this birdseed?” I asked my wife, looking around our garage, which was packed to the hilt.

“How about next to the recycling bins?” she suggested.

The recycling bins were overflowing; newspapers were stacked about them in high heaps.

“No room,” I said.

“This garage is a wreck,” my wife observed. “We need to haul some stuff to the dump.”

So I went and bought a truck. It was our third vehicle, and we’re a two-car-garage family, so I hired Charlie Fish to pour a cement slab where I could park our truck. Charlie studied our cracked and crumbled driveway. “What we ought to do is tear out this old driveway and re-pour the whole thing. I mean, as long as we’re here.” That had a certain ring of sense to it, so we did.

I’ve invested a lot of money in these birds, and, quite frankly, they have no t repaid my generosity with anything approaching loyalty. They’re just as apt to sing for my neighbor with the killer cats as they are to sing for me. People can talk all they want about the virtues of birds, but I know better. They are ignorant of the finer points of reciprocity and seem casually indifferent to the many sacrifices I’ve made on their behalf. Cardinals still crash into my windows, woodpeckers still air-hammer holes into my clapboards, the tufted titmouse and mourning dove still disturb my slumber. I won’t even mention what they do to my freshly washed cars. Birds are the teenagers of the animal world.

Lest I tar the entire bird family with the same brush, I hasten to add there are some birds I admire. Take the bar-tailed godwit. It flies nine days from Alaska to New Zealand. Nonstop. The longest I’ve ever traveled without having to stop and use the bathroom is three hours. My appreciation for the bar-tailed godwit knows no boundaries.

Every Tuesday morning a number of birdwatchers gather at the nature preserve across the road to spy on birds. I’ve engaged them in conversation several times over the past few years, and they’ve urged me to join their assembly. I’ve resisted because bird-watching strikes me as a voyeuristic enterprise. I wouldn’t want anyone staring at me through binoculars while I was eating or mating. I can just imagine the comments that would generate.

First watcher: I didn’t know he had a potbelly.

Second watcher: Look how much food he spills.

Third watcher: My, he certainly is clumsy.

Fourth watcher: What a slob!

Earlier in my life, I thought I would take up birdwatching when I retired, but finishing my life as a Peeping Tom holds little appeal. I’ve worked hard cultivating my reputation and see no need to jeopardize it by leering at birds.

It’s long past time birdwatchers were exposed for what they really are. The popular perception is that these are harmless, inoffensive people. They have perpetuated that stereotype to keep the rest of us from dwelling more deeply on their motives. I can assure you the birds don’t think it innocent fun. How would you like to be stalked and ogled all day long? Birdwatchers are nothing more than glorified paparazzi, chasing birds from one tree to another.

There is a certain amount of birdism among the birdwatchers I’ve known. I have never heard one boast of seeing a robin or a crow, but let a black-faced spoonbill or a bulo burti boubou bush-shrike fly past, and a birdwatcher will keel over in a dead faint. If they were the advocates of birds that they claim to be, one would be as good as the other.

Between cats, fermented fruit, and prying birdwatchers, birds don’t have it easy. The National Audubon Society estimates there are as many as 200 billion adult birds in the world, but that number is declining. Just this morning, a cardinal flew into the side of my house, which knocks the census down to 199,999,999,999. The woods next door already feels a bit emptier.

Life is too short for bad coffee... Shellie @ The Claiborne House Bed and Breakfast in Rocky Mount Virginia http://www.claibornehouse.net/

Monday, June 1, 2009

When an innkeeper stays at a Bed and Breakfast…

We were able to get away for a 2 night stay in North Carolina. When we get away we (meaning me, Shellie) are still thinking about the bed and breakfast we run at home. Like, mm that was so good, I wonder how I can turn the Carolina babyback ribs into a breakfast dish?

As much as we want to relax our minds never stop spinning and mine, in particular, being probably more observant than the average joe pick up on little tid bits. The place where we stayed shall remain anonymous, the only clue will be that the owners took an ugly motor lodge and turned it into a funky B&B. (So it was not a typical historic Victorian B&B and it was not the average $400 a night that Asheville charges in room rates.)

They essentially made lemonade from a lemon. I do notice it is for sale, so perhaps the sweetness has gone out of the lemonade. Tony noticed the maintenance train wreck and was immediately grateful for his maintenance projects here at home.

Things this innkeeper noticed were lacking and hope you will never find lacking at The Claiborne House Bed and Breakfast were:

  • The room was extremely small. The bed was squishy soft and the pillows rock hard.
  • The bathroom was even smaller. No hairdryer. No spare TP. No Kleenex. One tiny waste basket. No place to put toiletries. There were two tiny non-lathering generic soaps and one generic shampoo as bathroom amenities.
  • The room furniture was cramped and there was virtually no table top surface area for OUR STUFF. The makeshift closet had three leftover hangers of thin wire and plastic from guest purchases gone by.
  • No A/C! This was huge as there was a ceiling fan and we ran it on high all night both nights, it was not good having no instant cool down of the room. Pure and simple we were not comfortable. The typical down side of the hotel like a/c units is they are so noisy, central a/c is the way to go. We would have appreciated either.
  • Clutter. Yes I said it. You who know me know I am anti-clutter and it makes me edgy to be stuffed into a room with all this bric-a-brac – which was indeed garage sale/flea market bric-a-brac. Again, it made it quirky and eclectic, better than just cinderblock walls I suppose.
  • Stained carpet. Nuff said.
  • No daily maid service - of course here the maid is MOI, but who doesn’t appreciate their one little teensy waste basket emptied? Daily maid service is just that, an added service that B&B’s implement to make your stay as pleasant as possible. Most of our guests make their beds, but fresh towels if needed is a plus!
  • Parking – the parking was all over this gravel area in and out of trees – so it was difficult to maneuver. I was glad Tony was doing the driving and parking or we would have had a few dentolas.
  • Noise. This place was adjacent to I-40 so the highway noise was incessant! To counteract the highway noise they had a great fountain wall...so we listened to running water, truck and car noise and the ceiling fan - oh and Tony's snoring.

Okay so those were my observations, not meant to be critical at all, just noting those things. As innkeepers we need to get away to see these things and to improve upon what we offer our guests! My notes were made and your stay here at The Claiborne House will be absolutely wonderful! No road noise, no cramped cluttered rooms, and central A/C!

And a reminder that if you ever find yours

elf in that situation - do what we did - spend all your time out and about enjoying the area. Hike to a waterfall...

Life is too short for bad

coffee... Shellie @ The Claiborne House Bed and Breakfast in Rocky Mount Virginia http://www.claibornehouse.net/

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