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With the final weekend before Christmas upon us, I want to thank all that have engaged, interacted and explored with me as I've moved, sometimes slowly, towards making White Crow Adventure Tours a reality. It all started in my kitchen 9 months ago, as I started imagining what my logo would/could look like. A wild flood of imagery, experiences, impressions and hope ran through me, and the three birds of my logo, flying over Old Rag Mountain, were born.
This first season started off slow, and each week was a rollercoaster, but when August came around tours were being booked, folks were discovering what White Crow Tours was all about, and the fortitude to keep the dream alive had been fortified.
New tours will start in April 0f 2015, and will include options to visit Washington, D.C. as part of your tour. For those of you that do not know, I am now a licensed Washington, D.C. tour guide and have recently be accepted into The Guild of Professional Tour Guides of Washington, DC. The guild has been a great resource so far, and I encourage those of you visiting D.C. to use them, but of course, use White Crow Tours as your preferred guide :-)
Merry Christmas to all of you and your families, or if you do not celebrate Christmas, Happy Holidays to you and your family. I would like to share with you this song of Christmas, my favorite song of Christmas, and quite possibly the most magnificent song of Christmas. Enjoy...
It's been an exciting season so far, and as expected, much has changed since I first conjured up the idea to start my own tour company. I have settled on three different tours for the remainder of my season: a Hiking Tour, a History Tour, and a Luray Caverns Tour. Tours still leave from the Vienna/Fairfax-GMU Metro Station, but now only on Wednesdays, Thursdays and Fridays.
The folks who have venture out with the White Crow this summer have all been wonderful people. I don't know if it's the name, the destinations, or perhaps my smiling face, but I seem to get the best people on my tours. Everyone has been open to adventure, and willing to embrace the small group concept. Even in the smallest of groups, two to three people, memories have been created and friendships have been forged.
I love taking pictures each time I'm out with a group, no matter how often I've been to the destination that we find ourselves at. I always consider that I might capture a more perfect image of why I love these places, and why I love guiding people to them. In reality, there is always a new picture to take of the same place, because each visit is new experience.
If you have any questions, comments or whatever, I'd love to hear from you. Emails can be sent to firstname.lastname@example.org
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I just came in from outside where I was sitting underneath the awning listening to the rain, watching the clouds roll in, and keeping an eye out for streaks of lightning and an ear tuned to the clap of thunder. It all amazes me. Nature. Weather. Sky. God, bowling a strike; The Duke of Thunder.
I remember one trip to Great Smokey Mountain National Park. The weather did not cooperate. A fog laid heavy on each summit we reached. As a tour leader, you need to make the best of things when Mother Nature doesn't open herself up. I guided my group along the trails, embraced the hidden landscape before us, and kept the group together in a tight formation as if they were a precious cloud making it's way through the haze and obscurity. I bellowed playful howls from my belly, and made the group chuckle at my attempts to summon the spirit of the forest. Spirit of the forest? Yes, because one must conjure up whatever might work to keep the group from sulking with the weather.
When we finally arrived back at our campground for the night, Mother of Rain decided to slap us in the face. We had all been good little minions in her army of outdoor enthusiasts, never grumbling as we hiked along damp trails and took pictures of foggy mountaintops. No, we keep a optimistic groove in our step and waited for the weather to turn in our favor. No chance. Down came the rain. Pouring. Dumping. Water falling into every bowl and around every bend before us. Not the best weather for camping. No fires would be burned and no marshmallows roasted. The group sulked. They grimaced. They were on the verge of mutiny.
I looked behind my drivers seat of the Ford Econoline, scanned the eyes of each member of the group, and decided what had to be done. I turned back around, opened my door, and stepped out of the van one foot after the other into the pouring rain. I went to the back of the van, climbed the ladder in my soaking flip-flops and got up onto the roof.
Then I danced.
I rain danced.
It was raining and I danced.
I slipped once in my flip-flops, but then went barefoot, and kept on dancing.
I danced until everyone came out of the van.
They thought I was crazy as they laughed at my dancing,
but they were out of the van, and they were laughing...
It was a good night...
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