Charleston, WV


Dear Readers,

This is my first visit to West Virginia. I haven’t seen much of it, but there seem to be a lot of trees, and animals, and miles upon miles of wilderness around Charleston: a large national forest is located just outside the city. I’d hoped to go white-water rafting or horse-trekking during this visit – but hurricane season had sent some weather our way, and the rain nixed those preliminary plans. I was also hoping to visit with a cousin and her friends, but time ran way too short. I’ll have to come back on the sly someday, to catch up on those activities which fell by the wayside.

It’s not like I’ve been deprived of enjoyable experiences this week, though. Between woodworking discussions with conductor Grant Cooper – he’d just finished building some platforms for the double-bass section – evening rehearsals, a Q&A session for young musicians and their parents, two Paganini concerts, an interview with Grant (read it in the Opinions section), a couple of lessons (I rarely teach, so it takes particular concentration when I do), and many hours of badly-needed sleep, I’m coming away from this engagement with a bunch of pleasant memories – and several bizarre dreams.

As you can probably tell, I’m a little preoccupied with tonight’s remaining concert, but I wanted to send this entry off anyway. Please forgive its brevity! Perhaps the numerous photos will compensate for the lack of words.

Yours from the road,

Hilary