The Roanoker - July/August 2017 - 76
LIFESTYLE | BORDER SPRINGS FARM
THE MORNING AIR LIES HOT AND HEAVY
over the tiny town of Meadows of Dan. It's only 9 a.m.,
but the day is already a doozy with no cloud cover and
temperatures promised to soar into the upper 90s. But
seventeen of us are here, milling around a parking lot,
pumping up tires, and swapping cans of spray-on sunscreen. Some of us are girlfriends of chefs, others are
entrepreneurs, and some of us are those who spend 12plus hours a day on our feet making your restaurant
experience the best you've ever had.
But one thing binds us together: a love of food and
On this particular morning, our group forms the inaugural Lambstock Cycling Club. Our motto: Ride, Dine,
Imbibe, Repeat. Our initiation? Wake up on the Saturday of Lambstock (a Burning Man-like weekend, but
for those in the restaurant-industry), roll out of our tents
before breakfast is served, and ride on the Blue Ridge
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Parkway towards Groundhog Mountain and back. We're
the crazy ones at a campout known, occasionally, for
some borderline crazy behavior. For some, crazy meant
staying up late slinging pizzas into a traveling brick oven.
For others, it was being the drunk ones gobbling down
the handmade pies.
As for me, the writer in the bunch, my crazy meant
not drinking one too many cocktails on tap and going
to tent early. No matter our crazy, we were up, slicked
in spandex, and ready to ride into the mounting heat
with Rogers, the shepherd of both sheep and cyclists,
at the helm.
TWO YEARS AGO, if you'd told Craig Rogers that
he'd wake up early every morning of Lambstock to ride
a bike instead of nursing a Bloody Mary, he would have
laughed you out of sight. In 2015, Border Springs Farm
was gaining notoriety as providing the best East Coast