Shadowcliff Opens for the Season on Memorial Day. Now Taking Reservations!

by Virginia Lore

young Virginia

Shadowcliff is close to my heart. As a child, I traveled there with a group of people from my faith community (which included Bob & Judith and probably other Shadowcliff volunteers you may know). Different groups from our faith community (then called Ecumenikos) returned a couple of times as more and more people fell in love with Shadowcliff. My favorite vacations were those times: paddle boats, ice cream in Grand Lake, riding a horse (once — we didn’t much like each other) and mostly just smelling that heavenly high-altitude air that let me know I was in a rare environment.

When I planned my wedding as a child, I always planned it to happen on the point by the cross overlooking the lake.

 In high school, I returned with a different group, the youth group from Valley View United Methodist church in Kansas City. I was physically not that fit and had never done anything really difficult, physically. One day we all went out on a hike past Adams Falls. At about the 1.5-2 mile mark most of the group was ready to go back. I was certainly ready to go back. But the boy I had a crush on wanted to go with the hard-hiking group all the way up to Lone Pine Lake. So I followed him. I didn’t think I could do it;[blockquote align=”right”] “From that moment on, I knew that I’d accomplished something hard, something I wasn’t already gifted at. It gave me confidence not in my gifts (I had plenty of that) but in my efforts and ability to work for something.”[/blockquote]I was terrified of heights and there were a lot of what you might call “beautiful views” along the way that made my knees shake. I was sore and slow, but when I toddled those last few steps into Lone Pine Lake everybody cheered. And I felt something I’d never felt before in my life: awe at accomplishing something that I didn’t think I could achieve. That was an 11-mile round trip hike, but beyond that — a pivotal moment in my life. From that moment on, I knew that I’d accomplished something hard, something I wasn’t already gifted at. It gave me confidence not in my gifts (I had plenty of that) but in my efforts and ability to work for something.

About ten years later, I returned there with a faith community group for a week. At that time a young adult living in a partial hospitalization program for people with mental illness, I was working on some pretty hard stuff, mentally and spiritually. At Shadowcliff, I walked alone a lot, meditated a lot, colored, played guitar. I was glad to be there with people but connected particularly with two teenage boys in the community, each of whom was dealing with some hard stuff too. One day I stayed in the lodge and wrote a song, the chorus of which is:


I wish for you peace on the other side
I wish for you love along the way
I hope you find the power that makes it all worthwhile
I hope you find the strength to live today.

That week I felt something shift in me, profoundly, and for the first time in my highly-depressive life, I knew that I was going to be okay.

A couple of years later, I was visiting with my family in one of the cabins. As I walked through Grand Lake and over to Adams Falls, I felt like this, this was home in a way that I’d never experienced home. I wanted to live there & and I felt called to be there, but I didn’t know why. What the heck, I got a Grand Lake library card anyway. 

We knew Warren and Patt pretty well, and they told us that night that one of their volunteers had become quite homesick and quit. So they were short a volunteer. I was working a part-time customer service position in Kansas City then, and living in a $200/month apartment, so there wasn’t much to packing up and leaving Kansas City and coming back to be a volunteer for a summer.

 It was a life-changing summer. I grew so much, mentally, emotionally and spiritually. Warren was rough on me when he needed to be, and Patt lovingly gentle, and they balanced each other out really well. I remember being so afraid of maintenance work — I was fine with housework and kitchen, but maintenance really scared me. I tried to trade off those shifts, but Warren insisted that I hold a hammer and find a fallen branch the right size to use as a bridge log. I learned a lot under his tutelage.

My last visit to Shadowcliff was about six years ago. My father was conducting an energy healing workshop I really wanted to go to, and Bob & Judith were the general managers. I didn’t think I would be able to go, but once again, the universe moved so that I would be there, and it was another spellbinding, spirit-opening, magical week that spurred several months of growth. It was sad to me to see what had happened to the lodgepole pines — the place smelled different. But hearing Bob talk about the laws of nature and how the pine beetle was nature’s way of making room for a multiplicity of diverse plants and seeing young aspens come up gave me something different than my initial thought. And again, a leap in spiritual growth.

So Shadowcliff is spiritual for me, a place that has seen me through some very hard times and given me life lessons. I call it a place, but it is more than a place. It is a presence, a wise teacher, a spiritual leader. I’m so glad to know it’s still thriving.

Warren & Patt’s Shadowcliff days


VirginiaLoreNowVirginia Lore (nee Crabtree) shares her love of mountains and building community with her two teens,  Penn and Elessar. She now lives in Seattle, WA.