Liz and I picked up my parents in Charleston, West Virginia and flew to Greenbrier, West Virginia. The Greenbrier is a very plush and deluxe resort. The local airport was against a mountain ridge with small foothills that blocked the left base leg of a normal approach. I had to modify my approach with the Cessna 172, and I still flew too fast and too high to make the airport. I went around for another try, and landed without incident. Other pilots had problems with this airport. It was ultimately closed after a rash of crashes and deaths.