Driving from the Pacific ocean to the Atlantic: Asheville, Brevard, Charleston

Asheville, North Carolina

Here the trip’s focus turns from seeing things to seeing people. In the planning for North Carolina I harbored a secret hope that I would simply fall in love and never want to leave. It has everything that’d I’d want in a place, in theory: trees, mountains, good people, interesting jobs, surfing, and excellent food. It doesn’t disappoint. We camped out in our friends Zac and Dana’s driveway. Another friend, Emily, just “happened” to be in town at the same time. We stayed for three nights and each extra night only made leaving all the more difficult.

Zac runs a design studio by the name of Fehlo, I encourage you to drop by and give it a look. He accepted the risk of having me roam around his shop to produce the highest quality handplane I’ve made yet. Tools maketh the man.

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Brevard, North Carolina

Jo-Roxy had developed a borderline obsession with Brevard. It was rumored that Steve Martin lived nearby and I think it was this piece of information that piqued her interest. The town itself was charming in a mountain-town way, but otherwise mostly unremarkable. But you don’t move to the mountains for town, you move for trees and solitude. We found ours at Cascade Lakes Campground where we posted up for two nights. I think the photos tell the story. It was a truly magical time.

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Charleston, South Carolina

Arriving at Charleston we had officially driven across the country. From the Pacific Ocean to the Atlantic. But first we had to deal with some rudeness at James County Park.

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We finally make it from one side to the other. GOOD FOR US.

After this point, we turn our attention to the north and head toward NYC.

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