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Expanding Bryson City Outdoors – The Craft Beer Department

February 22, 2017 by Ashley Hackshaw

We are coming up on the second anniversary of Bryson City Outdoors being open:

Each year has had some kind of expansion take place and it was cool to see BCO featured in Our State earlier this year. This year is no different…the team has been hard at work at adding what we call The Craft Beer Department. It’s been almost year in the making and it’s amazing how fast things can come together by over-planning, preparation and good friends. Brett and his friends have been adding on to the store downtown in January. Ben and Brett asked our friend Liz to come on board last spring and the conversations on adding a bottle shop for craft beer started almost immediately. Western NC has an enormous craft beer industry and tons of great breweries from Asheville to Bryson City and all along the way, but there are not but a handful of bottle shops that cater to the craft beer clientele, so why not do it ourselves. What goes better with gear than beer!

It’s always good to start with a good foundation….unless you are trying to be handicap accessible from the outside and the inside and the floor tilts from the front to the back by 4 inches. I guess that’s what comes with an old building. How do you fix that? They poured the walls straight and the floor sloped. No one would ever know but it allows for a smooth transition both at the front door and into the old building.

Our initials: Brett did this for Boo. He wanted her to have her initials in concrete and a place in history of Bryson City:

Below are Brett and his friends, Erik and Jaime, on the second day of framing. They framed the entire building in two days. I can barely get the laundry done in two days!

And here is the building later that day all wrapped up and ready for siding. All the windows were upcycled from another salvage, just like the windows in the original building and still in great shape:

Brett’s friend Kyle and two other guys put the siding on the building and finished up the interior too. They chose to stick with the same siding as the original building, which is all locally sourced Hemlock wood. It works well on the outside because it’s resistant to rot and bugs. Brett and a friend sorted and stacked all of this wood for drying last summer in anticipation of the expansion:

Hard maple was the choice for the inside. It has been drying for years at the old lumber yard, and without any finish it looks like it has been there forever. Liz was the inspiration for the mountain scape on the walls. She is constantly doodling and Brett noticed the design repeated over and over in her art. Since none of the wood was the same width, it made more sense to try something a little out of the box rather than just hang it horizontally on the wall. I think it looks amazing:

Finally breaking through from the other side of the store….this is one of windows that was on the outside of the old building. It now serves as a shelf that can be reached from both sides. Two inch thick rough sawn lumber was used for these:

A reclaimed sink from a remodel in town and mirror from PAWS Thrift Shop in town for only $6 completes the look in the bathroom. I love Liz’s hat:

Brett contemplating something important….the tent used to hang on the wall in the old store and they’ve had to move quite a bit around during the renovation:

More store progress:

Shelving and hardware units are extremely expensive, so Brett decided it was better to make the ones needed for the new store. The shelves on the wall were made with the same reclaimed pine used in the old store. Brett made the shelving unit in the middle with help from his friend Jaime. It’s made from a beautiful curly maple and measures 12 feet long and 48 inches high. It took six guys to move it and almost didn’t fit through the door. The floor was stained with Concrete Coatings (Walnut)…one bottle did the whole thing.

I bought these huge metal letters from the Teddy Bear Motel in Cherokee almost two years ago for $5 each. They have been in storage because I wasn’t sure what I was going to use them for yet. They now hang on the ceiling of the new wing:

The Beer Department is now open for business so stop by if you get a chance! Liz is the resident beer expert (she’s the writer at Under the Tap)…it’s been like Christmas over and over as she sees the new deliveries come in:

Oh, and this is what the building looked like two and a half years ago. I still can’t believe how far it has come:

You can see all the progress photos here as all the layers came off and revealed the history underneath! Bryson City Outdoors also has a store online if you are interested in all things outdoors:

One Painting a Day – Week 5 and 6

February 15, 2017 by Ashley Hackshaw

Only 44 more weeks to go. Phew. I’ve been reading this book called One Continuous Mistake and it makes me think a lot about my painting. It gives Four Noble Truths of writing which I think can be applied to almost any practice:

1. Painters paint.
2. Painting is a process.
3. You don’t know what your painting will be until the end of the process.
4. If painting is your practice, the only way to fail is not to paint.

I went so long without painting that I was very rusty…now I feel it all coming back again…and in new ways.

Here’s what I painted as my daily practice the past two weeks:

A watercolor:

The power of imagination makes us infinite. – John Muir

A tiny Statue of Liberty:

Here are a few photos I took of the process:

Circles:

Lettering:

A few tiny watercolor paintings in lockets:

Abstract pine trees:

Reclaimed wood and driftwood hearts:

And here’s everything I painted last week:

Maya Angelou. I still don’t know what quote I’m going to use

Loosely painted forest with a Thoreau quote:

A watercolor trout:

An abstract watercolor wash with a quote:

Mountains:

Harriet Tubman:

A custom order of a tiny pig and dragonfly:

And I keep going….

I do list some of my artwork for sale. You can find it on Etsy here.

All my daily paintings can be found indexed here!

For the Love of Crows – The Crows on Hospital Hill

February 13, 2017 by Ashley Hackshaw

If people wore feathers and wings, very few of them would be clever enough to be crows.
-Henry Ward Beecher

I tip toe around our property in the morning, hiding from the chickens because they are so mad at me right now. If they see me they start squawking at me and make such a commotion that I’m sure the neighbors can hear them. But I have to keep the cooped up right now in the mornings because that’s when the big hawk comes to eye them. It’s either a Cooper’s Hawk or a Sharp-shinned Hawk and in any other situation I would welcome such a beautiful bird to our property….but this particular hawk is drooling over the prospect of tasting my flock. The good news is: I’ve got crows. I’ve noticed that the hawk only comes for breakfast and by noon the crows that live on our property have chased him off.

The crows love our property because we are on a low hill but our trees are the tallest around. Just like the term “crow’s nest” for a ship, the natural nests look like barrel-like landing you might see on a tall mast.

The crows are fearless. They will chase that hawk until he’s long gone. The most amazing thing I’ve noticed is that our chickens understand what the crows are cawing back and forth to each other about. Watching them closely I’ve learned some of their language as well. I don’t even notice when they are just talking back and forth to each other but my ears perk up when I hear the initial warning squawk. It’s fast and repetitive almost like the crow is saying: come quick! come quick! come quick! And then I can usually hear the warning travel across to the other nearby hills to as other groups of crows relay the warning message.Here’s a video of the crows chasing the hawk off recently….it’s pretty amazing to watch:

A video posted by Ashley Hackshaw (@lilblueboo) on Jan 18, 2017 at 4:24pm PST

I can easily pick out an aggressive caw, one that will hurt the ears, it is so strong that sometimes I wonder how such a menacing sound can come from such a small size. The deep, growling aggressive caw means that the crows are already on the attack and trying to fend off a predator. I’ll be inside working and when I hear that caw I run outside as fast as I can in a panic…just to make sure the chickens are safe, and to make sure that Max didn’t slip outside. Sometimes it’s just the stray cat from down the street…who doesn’t really pose a threat but the crows chase him away anyways, maybe just for sport.

Whenever I come across an old bird book I’ll flip through it to the crow section. I found an old 1940 copy of Our Bird Friends and Foes when I was working at the used book store and it had this picture of a crow attacking an owl:

My chickens are lucky that they have the crows living above them, especially in the winter when the canopy of trees is bare and they are sitting ducks. The second the flock hears a warning call they all take off for little rocky nooks, into the woodshed or under the eaves. Can you spot Max hanging out with the chickens in the front yard? I wish he could protect them but I think a hawk might scoop him up just as easily.

I love crows and ravens. They are very much my spirit animal. My friend Dwayne took of a raven welcoming him to Alaska last year:

Dwayne Parton in Instagram

Crows have a very strong attraction to trinkets which makes me think of all my found object collections:

“Either as pets or in the wild state they have a peculiar habit of gathering and hoarding bright objects, these seeming to have a strong appeal to them. They will steal the bright toys of children, glass bottle stoppers, spoons, and other shiny objects, and store them away .Wild crows have been seen even to dig garnets out of soft stone for their hoards, to visit camping places for bits of tin, to forage regularly for treasures they may store away.” -Our Bird Friends and Foes, William Atherton DuPuy, 1940

Sienna and I love this book Sad Animal Facts:

So many people think that crows are a bad omen but I think they are just misunderstood (just like the turkey vultures I’m obsessed with) The 1940 bird book I referenced above had an interesting study the Biological Survey did in the early 1900’s. The government wanted to see if crows were a friend or a foe to humans, in terms of what they ate. For five years, thousands of crows were collected from all over the United States, from all different seasons, and the contents of their stomachs were studied. I loved the cross-section of what they found…it shows the great and subtle balance of nature:

“It was found that corn is the staff of life of the crow. It eats more corn than anything else. It eats is at planting time which is a great annoyance to the farmer, but the harm it does can be mended by replanting. It eats it at the roasting ear stage, causing must to spoil that it does not devour. It steals corn form the shock. It eats much corn that is left in the field and otherwise wasters. It is guilting of material injury to the corn crop. In places this amounts to destruction.

But just here was found some important evidence for the defense. In the stomachs of these crows were found many insects. They eat many May beetles and the white grubs from which they grow, and these are crop destroyers. They eat great quantities of grasshoppers and there is always a race between grasshoppers and grass to see which will survive. Caterpillars are the great leaf eaters, and ti as found that these mushy fellows were a favorite baby food of the crows. They feed their youngsters great quantities of them. Every little crow east three times its weight in caterpillars during the time it is in the next.

Thus the question arises as to whether the insect eating of the crow does not do the farmer as much good as its corn stealing does harm It is estimated that it probably does, but unfortunately, while the benefits are general, the losses all fall on the corn farmer. Corn farmers are justified in idling crows by gun or poison wherever they can.

The stomachs showed that crows occasionally eat eggs and chicks from the barn yard. They do eat the eggs and young of song birds, birds that are themselves insect eaters. This is a loss to man.

Set over against this is the fact, proven by the stomachs, that the crow is an enemy pf rodents, eats many small mice and rats, and many young rabbits. Here, again, is a service to man, for the rodents do much damage.

After reading all of that I was curious to see if the book considered the hawk a friend or foe. Turns out all hawks and eagles are considered friends…except for my hawk:

“The three villain hawks that deserve death are the cooper hawk, the goshawk, and the sharp-shinned hawk. These the farmer should shoot on sight. They are active, swift-flying hawks, that hang about the woodlands, hide themselves in the thick branches, dart forth with great speed, and seize the small chickens. The habits are different thfrom those of the hawks of the open. They are sly. They work under cover.”

Hawks weren’t added to the Migratory Bird Treaty Act until 1972, thirty-two years after the book was written. I couldn’t shoot a bird anyway even if it was trying to eat my chickens.

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About that spirit animal thing….when I was sick years back there were always two huge ravens that hung around my bedroom window. They greeted me in the driveway every time I came home from chemotherapy. They were at least 18 inches tall and had this funny little skip and bounce. I could hear them during the afternoon on the flat roof above my bed. When I finally had the strength to go up on the roof again I found that they’d collected rocks, pebbles, nut shells and other odds and ends up there. That’s when I first took an interest in them.

Crows are supposed to be an omen of change, they are a reminder to let go of old thinking and be willing to embrace new ways of looking at the world. I can’t think of a better messenger.

I’ve learned so much from the way of animal medicine…seeing an animal, finding a feather or footprint in my path is always a reminder of something. It’s definitely how I’ve stayed grounded and open to uncertainty the past few years. It’s all so interesting and healing at the same time. This is from a favorite book of mine:

[Animal Medicine] is anything that improves one’s connection to the Great Mystery and to all life. This would include the healing of body, mind, and of spirit. This medicine is also anything that brings personal power, strength, and understanding.

Our fellow creatures, the animals, exhibit patterns that will relay these message of healing to anyone astute enough to observe their lessons on how to live. The precious gifts of true medicine are free. Each lesson is based on one major idea or concept and, for the sake of simplicity, each animal has been assigned one of these lessons. In reality, each animal in creation has hundreds of lessons to impart, and all of those lessons are powers that can be called upon. – Medicine Cards: The Discovery of Power Through the Ways of Animals