In a four-page feature, Carl Goerch relays his awe over visiting Fayetteville and Fort Bragg: “You can’t even begin to imagine what a bustling place it is. What two months ago was a densely wooded tract of land is now a tented city, honeycombed with roads, electric light lines, water mains, telephone facilities, mess halls, and other utilities essential to an army division.”
Memories of spuds are firmly rooted in one chef’s mind, just like the Watauga County potatoes she once unearthed.
The poignant voices of gospel music seem to rise from the soil of eastern North Carolina. The genre’s lineage is as rooted to the land as the crops growing in its fields.
In winter, when the weather is just right, water turns ethereally symphonic — if you stop to listen.
Far away from the summer buzz, Corolla quietens into a sleepy, seaside village during the winter. Here, on this strip of sand, visitors find themselves immersed in the northernmost reaches of our state’s coast, where the coldest season is a chance to celebrate solitude.
