Visiting the Past: Asheville, NC

The thing I like best about Florida is the weather. Even the humidity of summer is okay with me, because my skin is thinning and drying out as I age and wet air is good for it. I like the flora and fauna, too, but Florida was not my first choice of where to live.

Several years ago–I’m talking back when digital cameras were not very good yet–I drove to Asheville, NC from Wisconsin. It was my first “real” vacation. I still remember swooping down through the mountains, seeing the runaway truck ramps for the first time and going through multiple tunnels, exalted at the sight of craggy, tree-covered heights. I was awestruck by the mountains. I wanted to live here.

I rented a cabin for several days. It was just outside Asheville, and the views were terrific. These pics were taken with an Olympus, and the largest size possible then was 1280×900. I did re-process these photos, but there was only so much I could do. If nothing else, this shows how far digital photography has come and how much better I’ve gotten framing my pictures.

I drove to town to eat lunch (at a place called Mellow Yellow; it was vegetarian and the food was delicious) and pick up a few groceries for my stay. The views from town were gorgeous.

I arrived the third week of March. The first couple of days were sunny and in the 60s.

Then it snowed and sleeted, and the entire area shut down, including schools. I was out driving around, laughing and amazed at how things had come to a standstill. Coming from WI, I was used to winter driving, and this was nothing, but local residents were not accustomed to it, and they freaked out.

I loved Asheville. None of the roads were straight; they’d all been built at angles to accommodate the mountains. I explored the area, talked to a nice lady about a basement rental, and even had an interview with the Chamber of Commerce about doing their website.

But in the end, I didn’t get the job and returned to Wisconsin and a position I didn’t like. I still wonder if I’d be living in Asheville if I’d been offered that job.

I always meant to return, but prices in that area skyrocketed, followed by a political shift to the extreme right, and I no longer thought I’d be comfortable there.

I miss those mountains though. I loved them much more than I ever enjoyed the ocean.

See you next time.

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Fenraven happily lives in south Florida, where it is really hot most of the year. Find him on Twitter and Facebook by searching on 'fenraven'.
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