Thursday, October 22, 2026

A Wintergreen Anniversary

Ms. B. and I wanted to have a getaway of some variety for our fifth anniversary, primarily just the two of us because she's had to be gone so much to Michigan to look after her folks (not to mention on various arts & crafts long weekends). Last year, we enjoyed two lovely trips to Wintergreen in the mountains of Central Virginia, so we decided to return to it for our anniversary trip. Five years ago on October 19, we we were married in Venice, Italy; Wintergreen isn't exactly Venice, but it surely is a beautiful area, with lots of wineries/distilleries/breweries/dining. Yep, just the place.

Sunday, October 18, 2026
During the morning, we packed up the car, and precisely at noon, off we went. Our first stop was lunch in Gretna, a little Mexican joint called El Cazador. The food was good, and they hit us with some extra-jumbo margaritas that were delicious. After all that had settled, we moved on and arrived at our lodgings in Wintergreen precisely at 4:00 p.m., our designated check-in time. It's a lovely AirBnB at the Wintergreen Resort — although, for a brief time, we wondered if we were going to be able to get inside, for the door code did not work. I messaged our host, and, happily, he saw it immediately (it was quite chilly outside). He was able to reset the code remotely, so in we went. The place is the perfect size for the two of us, cozy and fairly romantic for an anniversary stay.
 
Once we settled in, we popped over to the nearby market, where we picked up a few staples, and then we trucked over to The Edge for dinner, which is right on the ski slopes and offers some beautiful views. Right now, the fall color isn't quite at its peak, but it's getting there. Last year when we were here, conditions were similar; we saw minimal color, and then one morning we woke up, looked outside, and found that autumn had exploded. Perhaps we'll be so lucky again this year. At The Edge, we both had excellent mushroom & Swiss burgers. And they do make a damn fine martini.
 
Afterward, we returned to our place and settled in to watch Tales of Halloween and an episode of Cabinet of Curiosities, which satiated our craving for some Halloween-themed entertainment, accompanied by a smidgen of wine. Then off to bed.
Monday, October 19, 2026
I got up bright and early, had coffee and a cinnamon roll, and hoofed it to a nearby geocache — one I'd been unable to find on our previous trip here — called "Exploring Wintergreen #5: Ski Fever" (GC29P8R). This time, I managed to turn it up in short order, so that was most gratifying. It was cold out there, I can tell you.
 
Brugger was awake by the time I arrived back at our lodgings. I worked on the blog a bit until lunchtime, when we set out for Three Notch'd Brewery & Craft Kitchen, which looked like a happy place from the info online. And indeed it was. Their hot honey chicken wings about sent me over the moon, and they make a dynamite Bloody Mary.

Then we rode up to Pollak Vineyards, between Waynesboro and Charlottesville, which we hadn't visited before. It's a nice spot, with several very decent white and red wines. They had a Petite Verdot that was as good as any I've ever tasted, so I picked up a bottle. From there, we headed a few miles eastward to Chiswell Farm & Winery, our favorite of the numerous wineries we'd visited on our last trip. It's a beautiful old mansion with sprawling grounds and scenic views. Plus they have very good wine. Ms. B. has turned to drinking mostly whites, so she tried a flight of whites, and I had a flight of reds. Here, I liked the Meritage marginally better than the Petite Verdot, so my favorites were flip-flopped from Pollak's. And again, a lovely experience; Chiswell is probably my favorite winery that I've visited in the Eastern U.S.

Those stops took us till dinnertime, so on the way back to Wintergreen, we found dinner at Blue Mountain Brewery, which we'd visited on previous occasions. I killed a very good pulled pork sandwich, with potato salad, and I hoped I wasn't overworking the stomach today — on trips like this, healthy eating is a rarity. Back at our place, we watched Cabin in the Woods and, after a little while, zonked out.
 
And that was how we spent our fifth anniversary. A truly lovely day for both of us. I love you, Ms. B.!
Lunch at Three Notch'd Brewery
The tasting room at Pollak Vineyards
Chiswell Farm & Winery
Wine flights at Chiswell
Tuesday, October 20, 2026
First things first: geocaching! There was a cache about a mile down the mountain — "Top of the (Wintergreen) World!" (GC2KJWT) — on the Devil's Knob Trail — and the rather foreboding name is quite apt. The long descent by road from our place to the trailhead was steep, to be sure, but the trail... wowz. It's steeper than steep, rocky, narrow, and slippery in places, with a couple of plunges on one side that would prove fatal should one take a bad step. The terrain rating is 4 out of 5, with 5 being the most difficult, and I'd say that rating is spot-on. It was less than a quarter mile from the trailhead to the cache, but that trek took twice as long as the mile down the mountain.

I spent a good while searching for the cache, as ground zero was a target-rich area. In the end, the coordinates and hint ("Just hanging out") proved very good. Also... that last step to reach the cache was a doozy. It was one of those long "plunges" one does not want to make. In the end, I awarded the cache a favorite point on geocaching.com for its enjoyable placement and the challenging hike.
View from the overlook at the trailhead

A couple of views of the trail
The cache is down there...somewhere.

L: Living on the edge at GZ; R: That last step could be a doozy.

Having survived the Devil's Knob Trail, I hoofed it back to our place. Brugger and I got ourselves fit to be seen in public, inasmuch as that's possible, and drove down to the nearby market where they have a deli with really good sandwiches. We had a couple for lunch, and then set out on the day's winery tour. Our first stop was Flying Fox Vineyard, which we'd visited last year when we came to Wintergreen with friends Terry & Beth. Their wines are okay, but what I most appreciate is their four varieties of vermouth, since one isn't going to find any comparable spirits elsewhere in the area.

Then we went a short distance up the way to Veritas Vineyards, on Afton Mountain. Veritas was the first vineyard in this area we ever visited, well over a decade ago, with friends Elizabeth Massie & Cortney Skinner (whom we plan to see tomorrow). The wine here is excellent, and the facility is huge — it has expanded considerably since our first visit. We very much enjoyed our return.

Next on the docket was another visit to the Blue Ridge/Crozet Tunnel, also at the summit of Afton Mountain. We went last year when we were here and quite enjoyed the experience. It's a mile-long railroad tunnel, now part of a nice rail trail. It was cold and damp in there, but we didn't mind a bit. And at the far end, a geocache awaited, which I found with ease. Last year, we encountered a good many folks along the trail, but this time, the tunnel and trail were almost deserted. We passed only a scant handful of humans on this outing, which made it all the spookier — and thus fun.

We needed some dinner, so we found it at Devil's Backbone Brewing Company (there's a shit-ton of places with "Devil" in the name around here). It's a huge establishment, and we found the food, drink, and service quite good. I ordered fish & chips, and Ms. B. got a huge plate of roasted brussel sprouts, so we ended up sharing dinners with each other. Good stuff!

For our evening entertainment, we watched As Above, So Below, a cool horror flick we'd seen some years ago. Still very enjoyable. It's one that made me glad we had gone caving before watching this, rather than after. Since we have a fireplace and plenty of firewood, I built a fire to make things nice and cozy. Another excellent evening for Ms. B. and me!
Wednesday, October 21, 2026
It wasn't exactly the crack of dawn, but I got up before Kimberly so I could have coffee and some scrambled eggs, work on the blog, and go geocaching. It wasn't a terribly restful night; my sinuses are succumbing to fall allergies, and the vast change in diet/drink over several days gave my stomach a few fits. And it ain't quite over. Anyway, about the time Ms. B. roused from bed, I set out on the mile-long downhill trek to a cache called "Sparkledust Fairy Village" (GCBR33H). It really was a little fairy village, nestled amid the trees and rocks in a small green space between the main road and one of the housing developments. It was a clever, imaginative hide, and it took me a little while to find the correct address amid the fairy houses. I liked it.

Then... the mile-long return trek up the mountain. It was nowhere near as taxing as yesterday's rugged hike, but the inclines here are nothing to laugh at, I can tell you.
Once back, I cleaned up, downed some more caffeine, and wrote in the blog. Then Ms. B. and I mounted up and drove to Barren Ridge Vineyards between Waynesboro and Staunton. It's another winery we had visited on a trip to see Cortney and Elizabeth — back in 2014, I believe. It's a beautiful location, and the wine is very good, particularly their Touriga and Petite Verdot.
The view from the terrace
Having completed the first phase of our mission, we drove to Staunton, about twenty minutes up the road. Our plan was to meet friends Cortney Skinner & Elizabeth Massie at Accordia Wine Bar, but when we arrived, it was closed, much to our surprise. Apparently, they're always closed on Wednesday, but their Google listing did not reflect this. Happily, a quick search indicated that Yelping Dog Wine Bar lay a short block away. About that time, Cortney & Beth arrived, so we settled at Yelping Dog for a great afternoon of catching up with each other's exploits.
 
For dinner, we chose the nearby Depot Grille. The restaurant is in the old train station, and I recalled seeing it last year while I was geocaching in the area. What a great choice it was: beautiful ambiance, great food, and excellent service. I killed one of the best bison burgers I've had anywhere — and I do love me a good bison burger. Plus they make damned fine martinis.
 
On a more ridiculous note, all of us neglected to take a single photo while we were together, which was... well... ridiculous. I reckon we're all old and were so busy chatting that we never reached for our phones. Alas!
The impressive bar at Depot Grille, Staunton
After we parted company with Cortney & Beth, Kimberly was craving ice cream, so we hoofed it to the nearby Split Banana Ice Cream Parlor and killed a couple of cups of the cold stuff. Yep, it was delicious.
 
We drove the dark, winding backroads back to our lodgings in Wintergreen, a truly dark and eerie route, at times reminiscent of the opening scene of Professor Harrington driving away from Lufford Hall in Night (Curse) of the Demon. Needless to say, I loved this.
 
We watched 2014's Ouija, which we enjoyed. We'd watched the 2016 Mike Flanagan prequel, Ouija: Origin of Evil, a couple of weeks ago; Flanagan's is a better film, but taken together, they are both quite entertaining.
 
And then... lights out. G'night.
 
Thursday, October 22, 2026
This was the last morning of our Wintergreen anniversary trip, which made us a little sad because we've had an awesome time (except for the possible onset of a creeping crud for both of us; hoping it's allergies, but this is pretty ugly). We packed up and headed out right at 10:00 a.m. We stopped for gas in Lynchburg, and lunch at cool coffee shop called The Pod in Gretna. Quite delicious, and a fitting close to another fantastic Brugger-Rainey outing. Kimberly, especially, has needed a break from the stress of dealing with her parents and trying to gain new clients for her freelance work. Our AirBnB was fantastic, and we'll be looking forward to a return to this area next year, assuming AI hasn't gained sentience and sparked the Rise of the Machines.
 
I'll be back.

Sunday, October 18, 2026

Orange Bitters?!


I envy Brugger for having seen Alton Brown while she was in Michigan this past week. I've found him a font of great ideas and wit. But I tried his fucking martini, and I don't know what the hell, man. Orange bitters? Really?

Dude.

Alton Brown's Martini Recipe

Now, if you're not a drinker, this is not going to be your speed. But if you are... read on.

Me, I generally like my martini shaken, not stirred, not because of any 007 fetish, but because I prefer the drink aerated and very cold. I generally favor gin over vodka, although I'll do either/or, depending on mood (sometimes I'll do a 2:1 gin/vodka mix). Stirring leaves a slick, rather oily mouthfeel, and as a rule, it's never adequately chilled for my palate. Personally, I want the martini cloudy, aerated, and very dirty, with the heat of a habanero or ghost pepper dumped into it. I like mine more savory (hot peppers, olives) than fruity (lemon, orange, bitters). Unlike James Bond, I prefer an herbal vermouth to a citrusy Kina Lillet.

If you're feeling brave, try this: Damned Rodan's Dirty Firetini Recipe

Saturday, October 17, 2026

Get Out & Vote!


I tend to be more politically active these days, mainly because I cannot turn a blind eye to the devastation and depravity being wrought by the so-called President of the US and the horrific regime behind its bloviating, useful idiot. I haven't been able to hold back since 2016, when it became clear to anyone with two brain cells that even accidentally bump into each other that there was nothing remotely right or decent or even sane about the state of affairs under this "administration." And no, contrary to every very vocal MAGA assertion, it's not the "Liberal media," or "fake news," or the ubiquitous screech of "TDS!" that informs the resistance to this regime; it's the content of Project 2025 (which has been out there for all to see, and by rights should have been the biggest, brightest red flag to anyone who even claims to be a patriot); it's the absolute vileness of unfiltered Donald Trump, largely via his press and social media releases; it's the tangible results of MAGA policies, such as a needless war with Iran; inflation far in excess of that under the previous administration, which ostensibly spurred so many votes for Donald Fucking Trump; it's the alienation of our best allies and trading partners; it's the stunningly overt favoring of totalitarian policies, exemplified by the admiration of Russia's and (sometimes China's) despots — despite the desperate MAGAT screams that it's the Left promoting "communism" (if only any of them knew the difference between totalitarian "communism" and what the term really means); it's the tearing down of our most worthy institutions, which represented some of the most important guardrails against an autocratic chief executive; it's the blatant grift that is enriching the occupant of the White House (hideously damaged by that self-same occupant) and his degenerate family.

I could go on. And on. And on.

So, yeah, when the organizers of the local No Kings rallies announced a day to show up and encourage people to vote, then yeah, I signed up. It's true that this rally represents protest against the awful goings-on in this country, but the number one message was, indeed, "GET OUT THERE AND VOTE!" At today's event, about 60 people showed up, which for this sized community — and with very little publicity — proved pretty damned respectable. The vast majority of passersby showed obvious support as well, which was heartening.

No one — NO ONE — in this group is some radical who hates America. That's total MAGA bullshit. This is a solid group of very intelligent, very decent, very moral Americans who believe strongly in policies that help more people than they hurt. Religion plays no part in these ideals; no one is espousing the imposition of radical Islam and Sharia law; no, you're thinking of Christian Nationalism, which is closer to Sharia law than any other belief system in this country.

Now, if you're quite happy with the status quo, then by all means, vote your conscience. However, if your conscience isn't mortified by the goings-on of this regime, well, you and I have nothing in common. And you just have yourself a nice day with your head in the sand, you hear?

Wednesday, October 14, 2026

Setting Up for the Season


Halloween is our favorite holiday (I'm sure this news stuns you), and we always do up the house and yard a bit. Our decorations are modest compared to many folks around who really do it up, but they're at least as sincere as Linus's pumpkin patch. Here's a few pics of this year's fall dressing.

Last week, we kicked off our Halloween movie season with our traditional favorite, Night (Curse) of the Demon (1957). We've run several seasonal goodies so far, including The Autopsy of Jane Doe; Halloween III: Season of the Witch; Oculus; Malevolent; Nope; The Ritual; Ouija: Origin of Evil; Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark; It's the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown!; The Thing (the 2011 prequel); The Thing (John Carpenter's 1982 classic); and a handful of others. Brugger is in Michigan again, though this time for a relatively brief trip, so I'll probably entertain myself with a few Bigfoot flicks while she's gone.

Tuesday, October 6, 2026

BROKEN BARRIERS Is Coming...


I've received a few advance paperback copies of Broken Barriers, the sequel to The House at Black Tooth Pond, from Crossroad Press (these are reserved for select individuals who contributed to the cause), and I'm rightly excited about it. The ebook and paperback are due for release on December 1, and the audiobook will follow shortly thereafter. Here's a few pics with a little foretaste of what's to come.

‟STEPHEN MARK RAINEY is the only writer whose prose ever gave me an actual thrill of fear. In Broken Barriers, he takes us back to the town of Aiken Mill for his own style of combined Lovecraftian and Appalachian horror. The plot hurtles along, gripping the reader with damn near unbearable tension as the characters scramble to make sense of the horror overwhelming the sleepy college town. I sure stayed up way too late, unable to turn the pages fast enough.”
—Matthew Carpenter, The Lovecraft eZine

‟A NEW NOVEL from Stephen Mark Rainey is always cause for celebration, and Broken Barriers, a direct sequel to The House at Black Tooth Pond, does not disappoint. Rainey’s story is full of subtle wit and creeping dread, sitting somewhere near the intersection of Twin Peaks, The X-Files, Kolchak: The Night Stalker, and The Kingdom of Nye. I had a blast.”
—K. L. Young, author of The Secret Language of Spiders and others

‟THE CRY OF the whippoorwill is not what it seems, investigators are baffled, and the town of Aiken Mill—often known as ‵the cold case capital of the world´—holds ancient, terrifying secrets. Cosmic horror readers will devour this sequel to The House at Black Tooth Pond.”
—Mike Davis, The Lovecraft eZine

Monday, October 5, 2026

KJK Publishing's THE HORROR COLLECTION: CHRISTMAS EDITION II


KJK Publishing
has released another in its long-running The Horror Collection series, edited by Kevin J. Kennedy, and this time, it's the Christmas Edition II, now available in ebook, with the trade paperback on the horizon. This one features my tale, "Red Rage," which I hope will turn your blood to ice, along with 18 other tales of Yuletide terror (see the table of contents below).

"Red Rage" originally appeared in Christmas Horror Volume 1 (now out of print) from Dark Regions Press in 2015.

From the Publisher: A child makes thirteen snow angels and waits for an old Christmas tradition to answer his prayers. A sinister ornament turns a troubled husband into a killer. Krampus comes to a juvenile detention centre. A grieving mother discovers that her new home has a terrible Yuletide tradition. A Christmas reunion brings an old friend back from the dead. In a remote church, an exorcist faces a demonic evil that may already be among those he trusts.

And that's only the beginning...

Across these nineteen stories, Christmas becomes a season of demons, ghosts, monsters, murderers, ancient spirits, family secrets and supernatural vengeance. There are cursed traditions, impossible visitations, deadly bargains, haunted memories and Christmas Eves that will never be forgotten.

From quiet psychological dread to brutal supernatural horror, from the intimate terror of a family Christmas to nightmares that threaten entire worlds, these stories prove that the most wonderful time of the year can also be the most terrifying.

This Christmas, the ghosts are waiting, the demons are hungry, and something ancient is coming home.

Now all that's left is to survive Christmas.

TABLE OF CONTENTS:
• "Good Will Toward Men" by Jeffrey Thomas
• "Krampusnacht in Cell Block J" by Cody Goodfellow
• "Red Rage" by Stephen Mark Rainey
• "The Thirteenth Day of Christmas" by Paul Carro
• "The Christmas Cracker" by Valerie B. Williams
• "This Labyrinth of Absurdities" & "Never Again" by George Daniel Lea
• "When the Elves are no Longer on the Shelves" & "Behind a Painted Smile" by Ian Taylor
• "The Demoniacs" by Nenad Kojčić
• "As the Distant Bells Toll" by Aleksandar Žiljak
• "Last Merrily Encore of Richie Graves" by M.P. Norman
• "Billy Jenkins" by Steve Stred
• "Coming Home" by Mark Morris
• "The Christmas Reunion" by Bill Davidson
• "The Dead of Winter" by Andreas Hort
• "Yuletide Spirit" by Jim Donohue
• "Merry Christmas Kim" by Veronica Smith
• "It’s a Miserable Life" by Ryan Colley

Sunday, October 4, 2026

Bondage

So, I've been on an intense 007 binge over the past few months, mainly by way of several audio books about James Bond and/or Ian Fleming, as well as a few documentaries on YouTube devoted to the author, books, and movies. I've been a James Bond fan since 7th grade, when I saw my first Bond film (Diamonds Are Forever) and read my first Bond novel (You Only Live Twice). These days, now and again, I get that urge to jump back into the world of 007, like an itch that needs scratching.

I suppose it's a given that, when someone goes on such a tear as I have, there will be lists, so I'm posting a handful right here. Mind you, these are "Favorite" lists, NOT "Best of" lists. I have certain favorites that are objectively of lower quality than others that are not my favorites. For example, in the movie department, Skyfall is certainly a better film than Diamonds Are Forever, yet for personal reasons, I prefer the latter. In book department, I'm rating only those I've read that follow Ian Fleming's continuity, not the later novels by John Gardener, Raymond Benson, Christopher Wood, et. al. I've read many of those, and for the post part, I don't care for them. Also, being a huge fan of soundtrack music, I had to include my favorite opening themes. Also — the movie/music selections are limited to the official Eon Productions films; the 1967 Casino Royale doesn't even count, and you can throw 1983's Never Say Never Again somewhere in the middle of the rankings, and the score near the bottom.

Again... all of these constitute my favorites. Somewhere back in the history of this blog, I did post a "Best" list of James Bond films, but that's now out of date, and perhaps one day, when I'm feeling mad enough, I might create an updated "Best" list. Today is not that day. I'm not posting my reasons for these selections, either; I have neither the time nor the energy. Let it be known that at no time do I demean anyone else's favorites however they might diverge from mine, and I appreciate the same courtesy. Just take it on faith that, to credit Peter Gabriel, I know what I like, and I like what I know... as do you. So, lucky bloody you, here we go.

James Bond 007 Books Rated Favorite to Least Favorite
  1)  From Russia With Love (Ian Fleming)
  2)  On Her Majesty's Secret Service (Ian Fleming)
  3)  Casino Royale (Ian Fleming)
  4)  Thunderball (Ian Fleming)
  5)  Moonraker (Ian Fleming)
  6)  Live and Let Die (Ian Fleming)
  7)  Diamonds Are Forever (Ian Fleming)
  8)  Goldfinger (Ian Fleming)
  9)  Doctor No (Ian Fleming)
10)  You Only Live Twice (Ian Fleming)
11)  Colonel Sun (Kingsley Amis)
12)  For Your Eyes Only (Ian Fleming)
13)  Octopussy/The Living Daylights (Ian Fleming)
14)  Forever and a Day (Anthony Horowitz)
15)  With a Mind to Kill (Anthony Horowitz)
16)  Trigger Mortis (Anthony Horowitz)
17)  The Man With the Golden Gun (Ian Fleming)
18)  Solo (William Boyd)
19)  Devil May Care (Sebastian Faulks)
20)  The Spy Who Loved Me (Ian Fleming)

 James Bond 007 Movies Rated Favorite to Least Favorite
  1)  On Her Majesty's Secret Service
  2)  Goldfinger
  3)  From Russia With Love
  4)  Casino Royale
  5)  Diamonds Are Forever
  6)  Thunderball
  7)  For Your Eyes Only
  8)  You Only Live Twice
  9)  Live and Let Die
10)  The Spy Who Loved Me
11)  Doctor No
12)  Tomorrow Never Dies
13)  The Living Daylights
14)  Licence to Kill
15)  Goldeneye
16)  Octopussy
17)  The World Is Not Enough
18)  Quantum of Solace
19)  Skyfall
20)  No Time to Die
21)  The Man With the Golden Gun
22)  A View to a Kill
23)  Moonraker
24)  Die Another Day

James Bond 007 Actor Rated Favorite to Least Favorite
  1)  Sean Connery
  2)  Pierce Brosnan
  3)  Daniel Craig
  4)  Timothy Dalton
  5)  Roger Moore
  6)  George Lazenby

 James Bond 007 Movie Themes Rated Favorite to Least Favorite
  1)  On Her Majesty's Secret Service (instrumental opening)
  2)  Goldfinger
  3)  Diamonds Are Forever
  4)  Thunderball
  5)  Casino Royale ("You Know My Name")
  6)  Live and Let Die
  7)  From Russia With Love (instrumental opening)
  8)  You Only Live Twice
  9) The Living Daylights
10)  A View to a Kill
11)  Tomorrow Never Dies ("Surrender," ending title)
12)  The World Is Not Enough
13)  Licence to Kill
14)  Doctor No (James Bond Theme)
15)  Goldeneye
16)  Moonraker
17)  The Man with the Golden Gun
18)  No Time to Die
19)  Skyfall
20)  The Spy Who Loved Me ("Nobody Does It Better")
21)  Octopussy ("All-Time High")
22)  Spectre ("The Writing's on the Wall")
23)  Quantum of Solace ("Another Way to Die")
24)  Die Another Day

Saturday, October 3, 2026

Ferrum Park's THE HUNTED — A Haunted Trail Experience

This is mainly for local folks! For the past few years, Ferrum Park has put on a haunted trail event, and Ms. B. and I have had a great time at each of them. These events are not super-elaborate, but they're set in a creepy enough location: the woods I frequently haunted when I was a student at Ferrum College (yes, a long time ago). The scare factor for the trail is reasonably intense, but I'd say it's fine for most kids. Brugger and I will be attending on one of these weekend nights, depending on our schedules.
 
October 9–10 | 16–17 | 23–24 • 7–9 p.m.
Something has been hunting in these woods... and it isn’t looking for deer anymore. Stay quiet. Stay together. Keep moving. This time, you are the prey!
 
BUY ONLINE & SAVE!
Adults: $10 • Kids 18 & under: $5
Online tickets are not date-specific and may be used for one-time admission on any night!
 
AT THE GATE:
Adults: $15 • Kids 18 & under: $7
 
All proceeds go to support the Ferrum Park project! 

Friday, October 2, 2026

A Haunting in Central Virginia

Recently, friend and fellow Virginia writer, Joe Maddrey, suggested that we should catch up after a long spell without seeing each other. This sounded good to me, so we decided to meet somewhere between our respective domiciles, which are several hours apart. He's become acquainted with another Virginia writer, Michael Gray Baughan, who has a place out in the sticks near Appomattox, so we settled on meeting at Mike's place for lunch. And yesterday, that is what we did.
 
From here, it was about a two-hour drive, mostly on two-lane back roads, which took me through the little towns of Gretna and Brookneal. On the geocaching map, I saw a cache at a place called Johnson's Mill that looked interesting, so I took a short detour to go after it. And it was cool. The hunt led me down a tiny road with a single-lane bridge (see photo above) and into the woods, where I discovered an old stone dam. Happily, I found the cache, which is pretty old, with no difficulty and in good condition. This set the tone for the day, as the trip went swimmingly.
Mike's place (which is not his full-time home but his wife's family's ancestral dwelling) is way the hell out in no-man's land, and while the GPS map came in handy, the directions Joe sent me in advance were most useful. There's a couple of hundred acres here, some of it farmland, but most of it wooded. The house itself is well over a century old, and Mike has been busy with a one-man restoration project — and, as far as I'm concerned, his progress is phenomenal. He's put on a whole new roof, rebuilt the front porch, constructed a few outbuildings (including a first-class outhouse) with wood from trees he cut and made into lumber, refurbished the full interior, and much more. If ever anyone defined "handy" to me, Mike is that gentleman — and he is a most gracious host.
 
Not to mention he's a writer. Joe sent me his story collection, The Ana Log & Other Anomalies, which I've not read yet, but it's coming in the queue.
 
He gave us a detailed tour of the house and a portion of the grounds, regaling us with tales of the place's history as well as many engaging personal anecdotes. Since there aren't any dining establishments anywhere nearby (and you can sure there's no Doordash or other food delivery), Joe and I brought our own lunches (I picked up some chicken tenders in Brookneal), and we sat outside at a lovely wooden table Mike had made by hand. Then we sat, drank beers, and shot the shit for the better the part of the afternoon.
 
A most excellent meeting of the minds, I'd say. I'd be hard-pressed to imagine much better than than three scary writers together in a lovely, remote location swapping stories. Silly me, though; I took plenty of photos of the location, but none of us together. I reckon the three us will have to meet up again sometime soon and have a regular author photo shoot.
 
I could cope with it.
Mike's home away from home out in the wilds of central Virginia
One of the lovely views inside the house
The only photo I took featuring Mike (left) and Joe (right)
This is one of Mike's photos from a while back, but it's essentially the view we had while sitting and shooting shit