summer

Hatch. Photo: Sebastian Matthews
Earlier this morning, the shuttles were full of employees; the halls empty. Now we’re in full swing. I wait at the bar for an overpriced beer. The boys have joined the line for the Vortex, egging each other past their cartoon fear.

Swimming Hole
It's almost summertime, and that means it's time to visit a swimming hole.

Save Our Southern Forests
As the days get hotter, the number of Southerners standing up to protect and fight for forests increases steadily: it’s almost as if unrest is in direct proportion to the degrees on a thermometer. Summertime in the South conjures up images of being sleepy and slow-moving, but the opposition to burning forests for fuel is livelier than ever.

You can get a pretty good sense about a person by finding out where they fall on the camping spectrum.

The wind across my skin cools me as I pedal faster on my huffy. I’m in a race against my friends to the turn at the back-alley where we park our bikes before counting our change.

These days, it's hard to meet anyone outside of our fair city who hasn't at least heard of or (more likely) visited Asheville.

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