Stories from the Ridge

Retreat to the rolling countryside to roast s’mores outside of a cabin; hike, forage, and explore in the woods; listen to live music; and discover the true meaning of farm-to-table.

Crack!

I watch as a clay disc that was just flying into the sky breaks into pieces and falls back to earth. My mouth drops open.

I should probably mention I’m holding a shotgun. And I’ve never shot a gun before — until today. Actually, until about three minutes ago.

“You got it!” says Taylor Estep, the shooting captain at Juneberry Ridge. “Nice! Ready to go again?”

I line my shotgun back up in the pocket of my shoulder and press my cheek against it. Who am I? I can’t help but to laugh wildly. My adrenaline is racing.

“Ready!” I say and focus down the barrel of the gun. Another clay comes flying up and I follow its ascent. I pull the trigger as it reaches its peak.

Crack!

It turns out guns are really loud. I try not to squeeze my eyes shut every time I pull the trigger. I shoot that clay, too. Then another.

Estep grins. “Three in a row!” he says. “This is why I love doing this.”

It’s a moody, cloudy morning at Juneberry Ridge…

by Katie Schanze at Our State Magazine

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