We decided to break up our trip northward with a stop at Peaks of Otter Lodge, located on the Blue Ridge Parkway near Roanoke, VA. We’ve stayed there before, and have enjoyed the lodge, with its lakefront location, decent restaurant and overall quiet vibe. Our previous attempt to stay there was thwarted by the remnants of a hurricane, which forced us to change plans and cancel our reservation.
We headed north on the Parkway, enjoying the sunshine, cooler weather and lovely clouds. As we approached the lodge, however, it became apparent that a storm had recently passed through the area. Leaves and twigs littered the road and everything was wet. Water falling off the trees made it seem like it was still raining.
We arrived at the lodge with high hopes, only to be told that the lodge was without power because of the storm. And due to the somewhat remote mountain location, there was no guaranty when or if the power would be restored. Not to worry, though, right?
Soon afterward we decided to make drinks. We always travel prepared, so all we needed was ice. But of course the ice machines are powered by electricity, so while there was probably plenty of ice in the hopper, it wouldn’t dispense. So I took my trusty ice bucket to the lodge to get it filled. Fortunately they still had plenty of ice, so all was not lost.
But…between the time we checked in and when I returned to the lodge for ice, a decision had been made that the bar and restaurant would not be opening for dinner. So much for the nice dinner. Faced with the prospect of a cold chicken salad wrap from the lodge or driving into the nearest town for dinner, we opted for the cooked dinner in town. But first…drinks! Yay for ice!
The lodge is located at a high enough elevation that even though the rooms have air conditioning, it is seldom needed. So it was no problem for us to sleep there. And since sunset was late at this time of year and we had our tablets fully charged with books pre-loaded, it was easy for us to pass the time. Did I mention that there is no cell service at the lodge? And with no wifi, we were really “off the grid.”
So it was a little bit like camping, except that we were in a bed in a room with a roof and a door. And as it turned out, even though there was still no power in the morning, somehow there was hot water for a shower! Ultimately the biggest hardship was that we were unable to get coffee or tea. But we lived to tell about it and to head on to our next destination, Lewisburg, West Virginia. More to come!
Really roughing it there. I call these moments the adventure. Glad you two are good at adjusting to any and all circumstances as needed. Looks like a lovely place to stay. Whow! On the sunset!
As we like to (jokingly) say: First World Problems!
Yes, the sunset made up for the minor inconveniences. The lack of coffee could have been an issue if we weren’t so flexible! 🙂
Hopefully the next time we visit we will get the whole experience.
In 2000, I drove the length of the BRP, north to south. I’m pretty sure my first night’s lodging was there in that lodge. It looks familiar, anyway. What a fantastically beautiful part of the country. It was one of those times when I’d drive a section of the road, then turn around and do the same section again…
Next time, pack one of these: https://www.wired.com/wiredinsider/2014/10/the-portable-espresso-maker-that-requires-no-power/
Why does it not surprise me that you would know about (or own?) such a device? 😉 That kind of gear goes against my minimalist nature, but could be nice in a pinch. Actually, it was a reminder to take along some cold coffee in the cooler, which I often prefer in the summer anyway. But we survived to tell about it!
Depending on how long you drove and how often you would have stopped, it is quite likely you could have stayed at Peaks of Otter. Interestingly, I did the length of the Skyline Drive and Blue Ridge Parkway on a bicycle – many years and many pounds ago. We camped most places and did stay in the campground at Peaks of Otter one night.
I always enjoy these travelogs you post. I’ve done some of the Blue Ridge when I lived in Maryland but it’s been ages.
Thanks, Joe. Sometimes the stories are better than the photos, but there are always some of both!