Articles

  • 2 weeks ago | ourstate.com | Rebecca Woltz

    The sky is a royal blue and the sun hasn’t yet peeked over the horizon when Nancy Busovne embarks on her biweekly patrol to scout for sea turtle nests. On Wednesday mornings, she walks the long, undeveloped stretch of beach known as Freeman Park, scanning the sand for signs that a mother turtle has been ashore. The morning starts as beautiful as any at Carolina Beach. A gentle breeze floats in off the ocean. Anglers cast their lines into the surf.

  • 1 month ago | ourstate.com | Katie Schanze |Rebecca Woltz |Tamiya Anderson |Lynn Wells

    Murphy to Manteo: Finding new adventures, historic detours, and the soul of North Carolina on the state’s longest highway: U.S. Route 64. Read the series. I’m bobbing and weaving through a crowd as I chase after my toddler, who is surprisingly quick, despite his general lack of coordination or understanding of gravity.

  • 1 month ago | ourstate.com | Rebecca Woltz

    Related: Read about the history of hoop cheese, and how to make your own slightly fancy grilled cheese. Mike Pate bought some peaches with his fourth and final $158 paycheck from Dixie Yarns cotton mill and turned it into $300 in two days at his own makeshift farm stand, a station wagon borrowed from his dad’s car lot, parked at an intersection.

  • 1 month ago | ourstate.com | Rebecca Woltz |Tamiya Anderson |Lynn Wells

    SPONSORED BY Falling for Franklin & NantahalaTake a scenic drive through stunning fall colors, look for waterfalls, go fishing in crystal-clear water, and explore kid-friendly hikes in these two mountain communities within Nantahala National Forest. Your Guide to Franklin & NantahalaWithin Nantahala National Forest, just off the Appalachian Trail, Franklin welcomes travelers with outdoor adventures and small-town charm.

  • 2 months ago | ourstate.com | Rebecca Woltz |Tamiya Anderson |Lynn Wells |Mark Kemp

    You open the front door of Madison Dry Goods and Country Store using the shop’s original 1908 handle. As you step onto the creaky wood floor, you smell cinnamon and brown sugar, hear the twang of bluegrass music playing over the speakers, and see local antiques lining the shelves. “When you walk in the door, you’re touching and you’re hearing and you’re feeling history,” says owner Michael “Smitty” Smith.