On sleepless nights, the Carolina moon guides us. To a full moon, quarter moon, a crescent; to the same moon our parents saw, and their parents, and their parents’ parents, we offer up our dreams, our fears, our secrets. And the moon has its own secrets. They collect, like drops of water, in lunar hiding places. This was the night a young couple fell in love. This is the mysterious way nature signals change to its creatures. This is a corner of the sky you can see only with a telescope. Even when the moon is new, we sense its presence, there win the dark, a quiet companion.
Under a Carolina Moon
During World War II, a chance meeting led to a long-distance romance forever preserved in letters.
The spectacular views in North Carolina’s High Country aren’t just inspiration for writers, painters, and sculptors. Those landscapes — the rugged gray face of Grandfather Mountain, the vibrant fall leaves, the deep green meadows — are brushstrokes on Earth’s own canvas.
The sprawling vineyards and wide-open skies that stretch for miles across seven North Carolina counties offer relaxing getaways — not to mention some of the state’s finest wines — for Sunday drivers aching to escape the rush of city life.