Your Hosts at Timberwolf Creek Bed and Breakfast

Your Hosts

Larry and Sandee Wright
and our pets

It will be our pleasure to make your visit with us a refreshing and memorable experience.
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Ok, yeah, so what, this is a really old picture --but wow we look good, so this is the one I'm going with. If you don't see these people when you arrive at Timberwolf Creek, um... look for their parents. That'll be us! Actually, the day this photo was taken stands out in my mind because it was so darned much fun. There were costumes (no, we did not arrive in formalwear) and a hairdresser and choreographer. At one point, the photographer told Larry, "Act like you like her." And Larry said, "If we get any closer, you're going to have to leave the room."

Your Timberwolf Creek Hosts, Larry and Sandra Wright

I can't tell you all how pleased we are to have our son, Nick, working here with us. Nick's quite talented in the kitchen and will see that you have a bountiful and delicious breakfast. I'd say he's better at this than I am, but there are all those ego issues... I'll just pretend for the moment those are Nick's issues... ;) Anyway, he's a great guy and you're in excellent hands when he's running the show. I asked Nick to write something for his bio. He said, "Just say I rule!" Ahem. Ok. Well, there's Nick.

Nick. He rules.

And in case you haven't noticed throughout this website and during any phone or email conversations you and I may have had, a sense of humor is mandatory here. Not optional. (Really. See silly woman in plastic tiara below.) Bring your toothbrush. Bring your suitcase. Bring your funny bone. That's about all you'll need.

A note from Sandee...

Hello, everyone, from Timberwolf Creek
in the beautiful Great Smoky Mountains!

Well, the big news this season is WEDDINGS. Between the elopements and the garden weddings in Brigadoon Cove, we have been all about true love around here! We've had so much fun with the weddings - this is what I want to do the rest of my life. There's just nothing better. And to all my brides: thank you So Much for letting us be a part of your special day!

Wow, has Brigadoon Cove ever been a powerful notion! We had the most delightful boys working here last summer from the Ukraine. Yuri & Oleksii were not only charming and smart and funny, they are strong. (No, that's not a link, that's emphasis.) There are now chapel pews fashioned from logs, and stone benches, and rock walls, and there is even a little boardwalk between the cottage and the cove alongside the stream. I have to say, it was hard to let those boys go back to college at the end of the summer... and even though they said they love it here, they were likely a bit relieved to get back to the books! (We did receive a message from Yuri written during final exams, saying that school was so difficult he was starting to miss the rocks.)

A couple of months filled with interviews and meetings and consultations yielded a talented landscape designer who filled the cove with azaleas and lilies and rhododendrons and hydrangea and coral bells and hostas and ferns and and and. And a curved stone wall that culminates in the most beautiful little Japanese maple tree. Meanwhile, our neighbor/handyman/talented-carpenter Dick came along and built the outdoor chapel and put a front porch on the itty bitty cabin in the cove. There is a stone path that meanders to the creek (thanks to Oleksii and Yuri) where a local artisan (who really does not want us to keep calling her Chainsaw Mary) built a wood bench for a wedding photo spot. (But she really can do anything with a chainsaw - witness the little table on the cottage porch between the rocking chairs - she's topped it with a checkerboard and even made the checkers with her chainsaw.)

Ok, and now a word of explanation about the interesting photo of me. Some time ago, I decided that if I were to have all the jobs, I needed a bunch of cool titles to go with them. Typically, I am the Laundry Goddess. But I am also the Mulch Maven, the Reservation Diva, and most notably (and pictured below), the Queen of the Kitchen. So you can imagine when I found a polyester mink apron in my shopping escapades, I had to have it. Then, the quest for the perfect matching plastic tiara ensued. After weeks of diligent searching, a friend arrived with a plastic tiara complete with fake fur. Well! When she said, "Now, the package says ages 3 and up," I quickly responded, "I'm up!" And there you have it.

We hope your year is every bit as marvelous as ours promises to be, and that your families are healthy and happy. And of course, we look forward to seeing you here soon.

Sandee

P.S. Yes, that's a Timberwolf Creek mug in my hand. And if you send me a picture taken with a Timberwolf Creek mug in your hand, we'll be happy to put your 'mug' on this page, too.

WHAT'S NEW: Click here for a video clip of the creek (1:21, 30MB)

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