Welcome to Faerie Far Away — Every Path Leads Somewhere Worth Remembering
Some paths are planned. Others you just find yourself on — and those are usually the best ones. Hi, I'm Christy. And this is Faerie Far Away. I've been a wanderer my whole life — not always in the far-away, passport-stamping kind of way, but in the quiet, curious, what's around the next bend kind of way. The kind that happens on a train rolling through New England, watching the landscape change out the window on the way to Maine with my gram. The kind that happens when you fly into Boston and take the train the rest of the way — not because it's the fastest route, but because the journey itself is part of the story. And the kind that happens on those slow, winding roads between the interstate and the gullies of the Blue Ridge Mountains in West Virginia — the ones that can't be rushed, where every curve reveals something worth slowing down for, and where the mountains hold the kind of family that makes the drive worth every mile. And the kind that happens whe...