I am very glad to know that you people liked this place. This is a breath taking site of New Vrindaban Community - The land of Krishna, place of pilgrimage to all the Hindus around the world build on the ideas and teachings of Srila Prabhupada - the founder of ISKCON.

Visit the website www.newvrindaban.com for more details.

The summer and the fall is the best time to visit this place. There are facilities of Lodging and boarding, food etc.

5 mins away from main temple is the famous Palace of Gold - The Taj Mahal of America, built in the memory of Srila Prabhupada.
www.palaceofgold.com

I welcome all of you to come and visit this place and take a plunge in to the spiritual Renaissance…

Please let us know how we can serve you…

Regards,

Shyam Pandey
New Vrindaban

I’ve been here a couple of times, I studied in WV. Only problem was driving through the hilly Rt80 and 250 to get to this place. The walk from where we park to the temple is good. I think the lake is to the left side of that walkway?

-narayanan

Clarksburg/Morgantown–I have been there many times, but I was born farther south, in the south-central part of the state.

In the winter, when it is grey and the trees are bare, and the mist rises from the hollows onto the hills–it does look ghostly. There is a quiet beauty to it–but it is somewhat sad and not a little sinister. Even when the snow blankets the frozen ground in sparkling robes of purest white and ice glazes each iron-colored stone and withered branch in shimmering crystal, there beauty is merciless and hard, unyielding and bitter. There is nothing soft to the loveliness of winter–it is all ice and bone, iron and stone.

The hills of my home are full of sunlight, but also shadow, Indira. There is much of beauty, but also sorrow and pain.

Me–I love the spring and fall best. I like to watch the hills awaken in the springtime–a mist of green sprouts begins to clothe the naked branches, and redbud blossoms come in sparks of violet and pink. Dogwood bursts forth in showers of white bloom and the hills come to life in a cacophony of birdsong and laughing water.

On the forest floor, the filtered sunlight brings forth carpets of wildflowers in forms and colors of dizzying array, and Nature dresses herself in raiments beyond human reckoning of beauty.

And in the fall–the varigated greens yield to the fiery heart of autumn, and the leaves paint themselves in the colors of flame. Sometimes in that season, flame takes the forests–started by a careless hand or by lightning, and smoke wreathes the hills as wildfires tear through the hills–devouring the leaves whose colors mimic conflagration in a merciless onslaught.

Mostly, though, autumm is a time of harvest and mist, when flocks of birds gather and fly, when the first hint of ice nips in the air and the scent of dried leaves and damp earth fill the heart with memories of the land’s summery fecund glory.

I am a harvest-born child of that red-clay soil and those undulating hills and I think that though I may wander far and wide–I am never so happy as I am when I can walk upon the mountains of my birth, beneath a sky bounded by trees and crowned by mist and cloud.

I am very happy and proud that there is a temple to Radha and Krishna there. It is a fitting place for them.

Priya.. thanks!

We spent our first winter acutally in Brigeport-Clarksburg near Morgantown area, Barbara. We were there for about 4 months. At that time, we felt really spooky(because of ghostlike trees without leaves, frequent snow storms etc.,), living there alone. We were there at the wrong time. Summer & autumn are really the best seasons to visit WV.