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HERBIG IDEA is a creative studio comprised of WHITNEY LYLE and SAM HERBIG. Whitney is a designer who loves to create books, packaging, and do more crafty projects in her spare time. Sam is a film electrician who loves to take photos tirelessly, while finding time on the side to create maps in various mediums (a long-standing hobby, starting with his 3-d topographical map of his hometown, Tübingen, Germany in elementary school).

Together, Whitney's big picture ideas and Sam's impeccable attention to detail, they pull prints in a print shop or set-up a makeshift photography studio. They love to generate ideas and find ways to execute them. 

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Camping!

Samuel Herbig

The outlook

The outlook

This is what we saw when we woke up.

If I had to give you one particular thing that left the biggest impression on me over our 12 hour stint in Lake James State Park it would be "color". Cue collective sigh of everybody working in film . . . but hear me out:

When you're out of your element or routine, you start to look at things differently, right? Often times that's a social thing. For example, the people I know have a certain image of who I am and somehow I perpetuate that. I'm part of that process.

Being outside overnight camping, I was looking at things in the way that I usually look at things. There's a certain rigidity to organizing your visuals, but it helps you in a routinized situation to notice things that are out of place. If I studied things like that, I might insert a link to a recent study of colleagues of mine, here. I don't, so you'll just have to follow along.

So we camped out and I was out of my routine and there were all the sounds and sights that I haven't seen in a long time. And they're all very interesting, you know? It started with that sunrise: I have seen that light before, and I'll see it again (knock on wood), but that morning it was perfect, just because I had absolutely no need to do anything but look at it. I just sat there, next to Whitney in the tent, in the cold morning looking at that sunlight. At a more reasonable hour, Whitney put our view from our breakfast table down like this:

Lake James with date and signature

Lake James with date and signature

I should note at this point, that I slept horribly. That's right, I went out camping, had all the tools I needed to sleep comfortably and had just about the most abysmal night of sleep in recent history, because I was too cold, SMH.

There were two other times when color really stood out to me while we were at Lake James. Whitney pointed one of them out to me, and it was the color of the sap of a tree that had recently been cut down.

Pink and yellow

Pink and yellow

The other one was while Whitney and I took a short hike just before we left the campground. It was a hike that led us out onto a spit of land.

I have to interrupt the thought here real quick because there can be absolutely no doubt that the German translation for "spit" is superior: Landzunge, or tongue of land. Just makes perfect sense.

Anyway, we're walking along and all the undergrowth has been burnt off recently, as part of their fire prevention and eco system promotion program. Most of the ground along the trail was still blackened because of that. The air was filled with a charcoal smell that accompanied us the entire hike. Looking through the trees in the forest we could see this blue haze, which looked a lot like the blue smoke of a diesel engine to me.

Smoky mountain road

Smoky mountain road

The trail hugged the coastline all the way out to the tip of the Landzunge. From there we had a wonderful view across the lake and the beautiful little inlets to the left and right of us.

On the way back we came to a clearing. The sun was streaming through the tree branches and hit the mossy grass on the floor of the forest. It was about 1pm at that time, but because of all the haze and smoke it looked just like "magic hour". Everything was enveloped in this rose golden color!

Driving in and out of the State Park we had some absolutely stunning views, but my coveted shot of the Blue Ridge Mountains didn't present itself, until we were crossing over I-40 that morning looking for a place to sell us 2 eggs. That's a funny story in of itself which ended with the following exchange:

"You don't sell just 2 eggs, do you sell a half a dozen?"

"We sure don't"

Well then, no eggs breakfast it is, Whitney.

Here's the picture:

I-40 with Mountains

I-40 with Mountains

Right after our hike, we set out on the road again, onwards to our next destination: Asheville!


As always, there are a lot more pictures on flickr (permanent link is at the top-left "PICS").

Heading Southwest towards North Carolina

Samuel Herbig

Daily Map

After yesterday's cakewalk, we knew that today we'd be in for some serious driving and decided that it would really be best if we left by 9am.

We woke up to the howl of Ed and Debbie's dog, Ella. We got up, sorted our things, some of which we had moved into their house to make a little but more room in the car for the Massies Mill trip, went to the recommended breakfast spot Lumpkin's (they're recommended: they got my over medium eggs order right) and shopped for some camping supplies. Punctually at 10:15am we got underway.

Whitney's making me call this "Lumpkin's big rooster"

Whitney's making me call this "Lumpkin's big rooster"

Up until now neither of us really had felt like we were really out on the road yet: We're still in Virginia. We're staying with family. We're sleeping in a bed. All that just didn't give us that whole, "oh right, we're not going home for three months" feeling. As a matter of fact that reminds me of hanging out with Brian and Shannon on Thursday night, when Brian said, "once you've been going down I-81 for a couple of hours, that's when you'll really feel like you're out of here." Brian was pretty much right. I think once we were passed Blacksburg, actually it was really once we were driving along I-77 that I felt like that I was in unchartered territory.

Now mind you, this wasn't an earth shattering realization, but it was still interesting to notice that change. I wasn't looking for familiarity in things I was seeing to the left and right of the highway but for the unknowns. This is really starting to become fun and exiting!

Anyway, I mentioned Blacksburg earlier, because it was a way point today. Whitney's father, Bob, went to Virginia Tech, so as a little girl Whitney's family would go down to Blacksburg for the Forth of July, go tubing on the New River and eat at Macado's ("...where he'd always get a Pina Colada, or a Virgin Colada. I can't remember anymore."). So we too stopped at Macado's for a lunch sandwich. To be honest, rolling up to the joint I was a little bit disappointed. It looked like little more than another strip mall comfort food restaurant.

The "meh" exterior of Macado's

The "meh" exterior of Macado's

Once inside however, I was in for an exquisite treat in kitsch and elaborate decorations. I'm talking 50's cars in the ceiling, a 10 foot gorilla, model airplanes, signed photographs, puppets, fake palm trees, Marilyn Monroe posters . . . you name it they had it displayed. 5-year old Sammy would have been so damn jealous of me!

Before skipping town we grabbed some ice cream at Frosty Parrot. The excuse was, "it's so warm out!", in reality Whitney just knows me really well. So I had cookies 'n' cream, pomegranate, and vanilla mousse ice cream with berries and chocolate chips on top. I'm sure Whitney's was good, too ;-). We sat down on a bench in the sun and enjoyed our ice cream before heading back out on the road.

Runaway Truck Ramp along I-77

Runaway Truck Ramp along I-77

Back on the highway the time really flew by. That was mainly because of the worst idiot driver in the whole damned universe driving in that red car. When he was behind me, he was reading my inspection sticker and once I let him pass he lost track of the accelerator. Mein lieber Scholli, we almost had to stop for more ice cream.

Anyway, I-81 turned into I-77, and that in turn became I-40 and just as the sun was starting to disappear behind the trees we pulled into the campground in the Lake James State Park. We were warmly greeted by Eliza and Mitch*, the hosts, paid our fee and took our (well tested!) tent and camping gear to our site. On Mitch's recommendation we chose site #4. As soon as we got down to the site we knew why he had recommended it: it was right above the edge of the lake with a beautiful view across the still water surface. As we settled in and started to prepare our dinner the sun light quietly slipped away.

Closing in on Lake James

Closing in on Lake James

We ate our dinner consisting of the delicious Lenten Dinner prepared by the ladies and gentlemen at the Byzantine Catholic Church in Annandale (procured by Sue, thanks!) next to a small camp fire while the water of the lake was gently lapping against the shore just feet away. The combination of kielbasa, pierogi and avocado fried in a skillet turned out to be excellent! Dessert was courtesy of Debbie who had packed us a bag full of her delicious chocolate chip cookies with other magic ingredients. Yum!

Yum!

Yum!

Anyway, I think Whitney's waiting for me to be done with this so we can read "Wonder" together. Good night!

*These names are completely made up. I can't possible be held responsible for anyone rolling up there and asking for Eliza or Mitch.