Our eight state-recognized tribes each have their own stories and traditions, but they share an important bond, too: a love of this land that traces back to the first people who called it home.
In the month leading up to Halloween, golden-orange gourds are everywhere, popping up on porches and blanketing church lawns. As pies or as jack-o’-lanterns, pumpkins feed us, scare us, and light the way.
In a neighborhood just north of busy downtown Asheville, grand old houses with soft beds, gourmet breakfasts, and wide, friendly porches say, “Come on in. Won’t you stay awhile?”
This one-time summer retreat in Haywood County now welcomes visitors year-round. Yet it remains an enchanting place apart — especially on the Fourth of July.
A coastal town with an abundance of charm looks even sweeter aboard an old-school beach cruiser.
A double-decker bus parked permanently on the corner of Biltmore Avenue and Aston Street offers warm drinks, sweet treats, and a view from the top (of the bus).
Autumn comes a little later in our southern mountains, meaning that this artistic, historic, and beloved village holds its color — and its colorful charm — longer into the season.
The life cycle of creation, grief, and renewal is reflected and maintained at Timberlake Farm, an earth sanctuary near Whitsett.
Next stop on the North Carolina International Tour of Sandwiches: Cuba.