Ever wonder where our elk came from, this time around? Here's a great summary of their reintroduction:
Boxley Valley is a beautiful drive from A Hasty Getaway and is a great place to watch for elk, especially in the mornings and evenings.
Thank you to all of you!
We were awarded the Certificate of Excellence by Trip Advisor! It is so wonderful to be recognized for everything we do to make our guests' stay excellent!
We win, you win, we all win!
On the same day, at roughly the same time, every Dogwood around the cabin decided to open. They are beautiful!
It's official! You can book A Hasty Getaway, directly, from TripAdvisor! See our online calendar, check dates and rates, and figure out YOUR trip to A Hasty Getaway!
Here it is!A Hasty Getaway onTrip Advisor
It has been busy, trying to complete the deck and get the cabin listed on TripAdvisor! A lot of brain work instead of enjoying the quiet!
The website is also completely revamped. To the point that our eyes are crossed.
Looking forward to a lessening of all this but very excited to present the cabin in it's best light. And to millions of new people who will see it on TripAdvisor!
We've had to modify our agreement with the previous management company because of some serious customer service issues. We apologize to anyone who was maltreated and are in the process of making it right for those we know about.
We are in the process of working with TripAdvisor to provide online reservations, an up-to-date booking calendar, and an easier reservation process. We've retained our excellent housekeeping staff and have expanded their role.
We are also expanding the front deck to a wrap-around deck that runs down the side of the cabin!
All of this to ensure an excellent experience for all of our visitors. If you are interested in booking for March, please use the contact us form!
Change is a coming!
Many things have changed this past year and we find ourselves moving the cabin's management to a new source.
Shortly, you will be able to book online, view a calendar, and come directly to the cabin without an inconvenient stop.
Yes, things are different here in the winter! This is the Ponca access point of the Buffalo National River. Not a bad amount of water, but too cold to kayak!
Boxley Valley offers a great elk viewing opportunity and today was a great day!
On a warmer day, we trekked down to Twin Falls, an easy hike near Camp Orr Boy Scout Ranch.
Not much water, but it was fun!
So, I wake up this cold, winter morning and hear scratching on the metal roof. The sun has just crested the far ridge and I can tell it’s a beautiful, clear day. So what’s happening on my roof?
I head to the bathroom and the only window on the east side of the cabin but get distracted by the toilet. As I attend to business, I see shadows flying, rapidly, across the cute burlap curtains I had made.
Shadow, scratch scratch, shadow.
Shadow flying by. And another as I wash my hands.
Shadow, scratchy scratchy, screech. No shadow.
Business complete, I lift an edge of the curtain to peek.
I’ve now decided I have birds doing something to my roof. But type and reason elude me.
Shadow! Bigger bird, not a chickadee or a wren, who might be looking for spiders, who won’t be out because it’s freezing. Hmmm.
I pull the curtain up and settle onto the washer to watch.
And I finally see one of the birds, in a tree, before it flies to the roof. Robin? It’s February, and still cold. A few more sightings and I now know my roof is being attacked by a flock robins for some unknown reason. (Squirrel! There’s not an official name for a flock of robins, but the term ‘a round of robins’ is becoming popular!}
Drip. A crystal rainbow falls across my view. And the light bulb flares!
Frost is melting on the metal roof, collecting into drops on the edge of the gutter-less roof, and dripping to the ground. This first flock of robins of the spring have some tribal knowledge from somewhere. Someone learned that roofs and sun might mean water on a cold morning and here they are!
Realizing that their water sources are frozen, I place a bowl of warm water on the porch rail and wait.
Sure enough, I have created an oasis in the frozen landscape. I watch as these harbingers of spring quench their thirst at the temporary pond I created. Sometimes a timid bird, sometimes several jockeying for a sip.
The small group (maybe 20 in all) each drank their fill and flew on across the valley to scare up worms. What an unexpected treat to start the day.
Pleased with my early morning good deed, I began my day, glad that my scientific name is not Turdus migratorius!