Category Archives: Floyd County

When Our Forests Disappear

This is the first part of a four part series in the Floyd Press, first installment in this week's edition. -- FBF When the oak leaves fell from November trees along the crest above the house, we were shocked to discover that the rounded ridge beyond and above us was now as smooth as a baby's bottom against the northern sky. The south-facing flank of Lick Ridge had been clearcut. The sight alarmed and upset me--and not just because the aftermath of a clearcut is unspeakably ugly. The intended future for that cleared ridge long after we're gone from here is not that … Continue Reading ››

Not Sleeping In

No I'm not sleeping in these days nor have I run out of things to say. You kidding? I just seem to be juggling cats most all the time any more and wondering in years past where I found the time to spend filling this page with dog and snake stories, grampa tales and avuncular pronouncements about things environmental. Below: some of what I've been up to by way of a "story" I created (with a few images also from Andy M) from Saturday's Floyd Market Breakfast, organized and made to happen by SustainFloyd and a lot of great community volunteers. Continue Reading ››

Being, Learning, Serving: Floyd Voluntours

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This is the fourth year that SustainFloyd has hosted a group of spring-breaking students from Saint Joseph's University in Philadelphia. Our name for the week is FLEX--the Floyd Experience. The sponsoring organization's name is VOLUNTOURS, a function of         * Via International. The student group is divided into three "teams." Every day there is a "home team" in charge of setting up meals, taking care of livestock at Riverstone where they … Continue Reading ››

Terra Infirma and the Boggy Ox Carts of Floyd

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I feel certain that Floyd County of all the Commonwealth's counties, has more miles of "unimproved" roads than any other. I'm sure I've at least heard that stated as fact. You just can't quite appreciate, with the figure of those many hundreds of miles of so-called gravel, how incredibly unimproved this particular one has become over the past few years of relative neglect. At one point, there was a VDOT station in the county. The workers knew the roads. They knew the people who lived on the … Continue Reading ››