🎥 Prefer to hear this story told aloud? Watch this story on YouTube below, or listen on most podcast platforms. Growing up in the deep woods of Virginia of the Appalachian high country, “secluded” was an understatement. Our house sat perched on a ridge where the timber grew so thick the sun seemed to give up halfway through…
I was born in Roanoke, Virginia, but when I was around 11 or 12 years old, sometime in 1978, my family had a small weekend cabin on the Bedford side of Smith Mountain Lake. Our cabin sat on a quiet cove—lake to the left, forest and open land to the right. One hot July afternoon,…
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