The home of American golf, Pinehurst No. 2 nearly lost itself trying to be great. But after a yearlong restoration, it looks just like it always should have, right at home in the North Carolina Sandhills.
A paradise in the pines that once reeled in Northerners seeking fresh air and natural cures now stands as a home for horsemen and golfers and other finer things. For the people who live here, like the author, Southern Pines will always be the place that heals the soul.
In central North Carolina, red clay is the sod beneath our feet, the bed from which nourishment springs, a source of work and of art. And for those of us whose roots are planted here, it colors who we are.
Stop by Maness Pottery and Music Barn in Carthage on a Tuesday night, and you might think you’ve found a concert. But it’s really just a gathering of neighbors who enjoy bluegrass, good food, and each other’s company.