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.
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.
