Belmont began with two sounds. The first was the clamor of bells, ringing out through a hushed quiet. On the grounds of Belmont Abbey, a Benedictine monastery founded in 1876, the bells can still be heard today. The second was the whistle and metal clanking of trains.
They carry freight instead of passengers now, but Belmont’s original name, Garibaldi Station, echoes like a refrain as locomotives rumble past the old depot on Main Street. Over the years, new sounds have joined the chorus: The drone of machinery in the textile mills, and the slamming of screen doors in the mill villages. Peals of laughter in downtown shops, and the babble of fountains at Daniel Stowe Botanical Garden. The rising hum of conversation and the clinking of glasses on restaurant rooftops and back patios. Belmont’s melody may have shifted, but the harmony of the song remains.
A quick drive from downtown leads to Kevin Loftin Riverfront Park, a scenic spot for playing, paddling, fishing, and swinging on the Catawba River. photograph by Tim Robison
Perk up at Caravan Coffee and Dessert Bar, where owners Vince and Brenda Hill serve sweet treats from Brenda’s Cake Gallery next door. photograph by Tim Robison
Then, head to Peace N’ Hominy Q Shack (right) for pulled pork, hush puppies, and onion rings, or belly up to the stylish bar at Nellie’s Southern Kitchen (left) for a glass of wine. photographs by Tim Robison
On Main Street, Belmont Specialty Foods stocks gourmet grocery items made locally and beyond. Eat a freshly made sandwich on the patio, or stock up on snacks. photograph by Tim Robison
Then, head north to Belmont Abbey’s historic campus (right), or south to Stowe Park (left) for a laid back summer stroll. photographs by Tim Robison
Why does this Haywood County town have some of the cleanest water in the state? It’s the result of the community’s efforts to keep the forests in its watershed pristine.
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.
Nothing lasts forever — and that’s what makes many of our cherished moments so special.
