Asheville really hits the spot when it comes to healthy food, funky beers, street art, beautiful handmade goods, and world-famous breweries.
As scandalous as the title of this blog might seem, it actually has nothing to do with cocaine or meth. Black Mountain, aka Dark City, took its name for its location in the Black Mountain range of the Appalachian Blue Ridge Mountains.
In 1940, when President Theodore Roosevelt spoke and dedicated the monument to the Rockefellers, that 5 million was the equivalent of over 90 million dollars today.
When I was very little, I vaguely but fondly remember going to Cumberland Gap with my mom. We were on our way to visit relatives somewhere and I don’t remember much except the Iron Furnace, wading across the waterfall, and the tiny condensed town. My song for this entry is Thou’s cover of the infamous…
“Hand me my swish” is a real sentence that actually came out of my mouth the other night.
I, just a little tipsy, was referring to the ever-evolving boozy concoction I had been sipping throughout the evening, enjoying that fleeting sense of rebellious freedom one finds in drinking alcohol in a city that permits open containers in public.
Hi friends, I am proud to report that I have finally put a little muscle into one of my other blogs after a long period of dormancy. It is published and public, but still in progress. Venerate Your Dead is a death-positive ode to ancestor veneration rituals and spirit festivals around the globe, with a focus…
It is said that the last shot of the Civil War east of the Mississippi River was fired in Waynesville, North Carolina in May of 1865. You can visit the memorial on Sulphur Springs Road.
Lake Junaluska is a census-designated territory, which occurs when a thriving community extends past the legal and/or geographical borders of an incorporated city.
Boojum was a mystical 9 feet tall creature covered in grey hair. Half mountain man and half Sasquatch-like beast, he liked to drink his home brew, hang out in caves with his woman, and roam around collecting sparkly things which he was known to stash all across the Smokies.
Renvyle, as promised in the Airbnb listing, is absolutely remote. We still had no food, no phone service, no way of checking in with our families, or calling for help. So once again we fled.
I’ve heard stories about this place long before I visited. One friend described it as a rowdier Hooters with karaoke and camping
We knew, hoped even, that there had to be at least one weird thing in Bat Cave, but how were we supposed to explain THAT?