What a gift, those great shifting sandbars — a 325-mile-long string of them, clustered up and down the Carolina coast, looming so large in the history of our state and in our lives. The bridges and ferries, the wild dunes and crashing waves, the beach houses and fish dinners. Year after year, we return to the islands.
A shared wall between two Beaufort hangouts is both a bulwark against the cold and a heartwarming reminder that, in the off-season, coastal folks stick together.
Along the Pasquotank River, Elizabeth City holds a rich and colorful history within its very building blocks.
Surely the first feast came from the water. By net or line, hook or gig, the promise of a fresh catch lures us still, and sustains us always.
From the boats to the bridges, the waterfronts to the wildlife, a writer finds lyricism among the streams, rivers, and sounds that connect, rather than separate, our coastal homes.
Dig into North Carolina, and you’ll find clay nearly everywhere: in ravines, as relics, and even on a windowsill.
In Columbia, the river that gave its name to our grape is a lifeline and a family tie.
“Show Boat” was the one of the most popular musicals ever made. And it all started when writer Edna Ferber fell in love with the floating theater in Bath in 1925.
Swamps keep their secret wonders hidden well. Under their murky black water, behind impenetrable tangles of vines, and among towering cypress draped in curtains of Spanish moss, adventure lurks.