It's the mountain scenery though. The best time I ever had in Asheville was with a bunch of friends from college. We didn't interact with a soul. The seven of us rented a place way the hell up in the boonies. Between the keg, the hot tub, and my friends, I could live there forever. Sans beach. I know, madness.
The whole town is full of hippies and hipsters. I can't actually tell them apart, but they both are apparently health nuts. This has the effect of making all the food amazing. I had a fried egg BLT at a place called Tupelo Honey Café and I can't remember a better breakfast. My buddy in the Peace Corps keeps sending me emails telling me to eat as much as possible before the variety in my diet severely diminishes. I could fatten up nicely in Asheville. My last night there we had a big cookout with grilled corn, homemade steak fries and sauces, burgers and dogs, and the freshest toppings straight from some nearby farm. Oh, and I learned a sweet trick on how to grill dogs that I will be trying myself. I know food and travel are intimately linked in my life, but Asheville just has something unique going for it. And such information must be shared.
Check out Asheville the next time you are in the mood for a mountain trip.
Sigh, parting is such sweet sorrow. It was really good to see my old friend once more before I'm off. We are on the home stretch, ladies and gents. The next time I see you is like to be the last.
For the foreseeable future at least.