Making a Home in Southern Appalachia

In my last post, I wrote about my departure from Arizona and my landing, after 1700 miles, in North Carolina. The worst of that adventure was traversing the gauntlet of the “Tail of the Dragon,” which, if you are coming from the West, presents itself like some kind of an initiation if you want to live in North Carolina, an initiation to prove you can handle what is yet to come, starting with the physical challenge of the curvy, steep, and narrow roads that are common to this area. I managed to pass that part of the test but didn’t realize at the time that this was a foreshadow of other kinds of challenges yet to come. Facing and feeling my terrors was going to be a regular theme in the coming months.

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