Exploring the area? There's a trail for that!
Tiny seeds can grow into mighty oaks, and one of the first seeds in the trend of tourism trails in W...
MOUNTAIN CUISINE: Southern fare with an international flair
Stony Knob Café, established in 1962, is perhaps the only place that can get away with black velvet ...
OUTDOORS: Virginia Creeper Trail tracks through scenic Southern Appalachians
In the heart of Abingdon, Va., begins the Virginia Creeper Trail, a former train line turned multi-u...
MOUNTAIN MUSIC: Mississippi calls a troubadour home
As patrons of the arts, we live vicariously through the artists’ painting, the authors’ prose, the m...
The last scream of the Creeper: Memories of the Virginia-Carolina Railroad
Railroads did not barrel into the Appalachians until the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuri...
King for a century: The Catawba Valley in the rise and fall of N.C. furniture
Since the early twentieth century, High Point, N.C., has been the state’s furniture city, garnering ...
Stopping Time: The Blue Ridge Parkway, a motorcycle, and eyes wide open
It’s not easy to find a good time machine. My grandparents’ house was one. No matter what the year w...
Exploring the area? There's a trail for that!
Tiny seeds can grow into mighty oaks, and one of the first seeds in the trend of tourism trails in Western North Carolina came in 1996 when the Asheville-based craft organization Handmade in America published its “Craft Heritage Trails” guidebook. Since that time, the development of tourism trails has grown at an impressive rate and offers visitors a closer look at everything from crafts to music to fly fishing, cheese to moonshine to quilts.
Stopping Time: The Blue Ridge Parkway, a motorcycle, and eyes wide open
It’s not easy to find a good time machine. My grandparents’ house was one. No matter what the year was outside, when I walked through the front door it was the 1930s inside. A huge painting of the Last Supper hanging on the dining room wall in the center of the small house, the ticking of the hand-wound Big Ben accentuating the silence when conversation slowed, the never changing but comfortable furniture,
The last scream of the Creeper: Memories of the Virginia-Carolina Railroad
Railroads did not barrel into the Appalachians until the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. But when they did, communities lying in the path of the locomotives were dramatically transformed, and mountain people suddenly found themselves living in a new age of economic opportunity. Nearly overnight, mountain hamlets and enclaves became bustling little towns.
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