Monday, August 18, 2014

discovering asheville, which is pretty much the way everyone says it is.


Today I pack up and leave Asheville, heading west into Tennessee. I’m a little bummed to leave this wonderful city but I am lucky enough to be en route to one of my favourite places, Nashville, TN, where I get to see one of my favourite people and a fellow yule log, TJ. Asheville has been amazing and I can’t wait to come back this direction, although preferably with some friends (so far the hardest part of this trip is often being alone and motivating myself beyond my anxiety to go explore).
I am infatuated with everything about Asheville. It’s a manageable size and easy to navigate and, despite being a city, it’s surrounded by glorious mountains and lots of trees. Even the sky is consistently stunning. There is so much to do here- good food, good beer, good spaces, shopping and art and really just about anything you want to do outdoors, all within easy reach. In many ways, Asheville resists the societal norms. It veers off from the mainstream and is much crunchier. There are more people with funky styles than those in suits. So often things that effuse this out-there, unusual quality have a terrible habit of trying too hard to be different which results in seeming pretentious and fake. Asheville amazes me because it is so genuine and true and beautiful. It is wonderfully refreshing to be surrounded by an authentic vibe.



If I were to personify Asheville, I’d probably have to get married to him. Asheville eats good food and drinks fabulous beer and has great music taste. He owns a dog and a kayak and spends his free time outdoors. The amount of tie dye he wears is just a little over the normal ratio and his hair is a little too long. Asheville drives a Subaru, and even if it’s a newer model, it already has at least two bumper stickers. He plays a musical instrument, he composts, he buys locally, and he wakes up in the morning to drink coffee in his hammock. And, best of all, he somehow does all of this without annoying everyone else.

my favourite street sound
(to all my dear friends)
 
 I should probably do some rating of the places I go, so, without further ado, I present to you a listing of my favourite things about Asheville and how it ranks on the absolutely arbitrary kg index:

·         Music: lots of it. Buskers play on the street corners which is highly desirable. There is at least one quality record store in town.

·         Dog friendly: dudes, everyone here has dogs (including aforementioned buskers!) and that earns lot of arbitrary kg points! Some stores have water and dog biscuits by their doors.

·         Quality bookstore: yes.

·         Wanderers who look like half yeti half hippie: yes.

 Combine these cool things plus all the other awesome stuff I mentioned above then factor in the potential negatives (no major league sports team within an hour, ~500 miles from Camden Yards) and you get a 27 out of 30 on the kg index. This is not a viable method of determining quality though; I just picked 27 because it sounds good. Regardless, yay Asheville.

Friday, August 15, 2014

heading southwest and asheville bound on the first real leg of my trip

 
After a week in the DC area I head southwest, first for a lunch break in Charlottesville, and then onto my first real stop of this road trip: Asheville, North Carolina. Despite knowing my general way around DC, I find that I feel overwhelmed navigating the city alone and other than when I am people watching on the metro or heading across the Potomac into the familiarity of northern Virginia, I feel lost from myself.

The drive to Asheville is beautiful- Virginia and North Carolina have always been my favourite states for driving. The roads and highways are bordered with endless hills and valleys seemingly made up entirely of trees that roll continuously in green until the dark green blends into shades of blue against the horizon. Even if you were never told, you would know you were in the blue ridge mountains. There is a softness to the vast expanse of the mountain ridges and as a child I perceived the tree-laden peaks as I did clouds; it is as if you could fall into either of them and they would cradle you in a gentle cushion. Moving further southwest the greenery changes subtly and everything drips with ivy and leaves and the mountains seem somehow bigger and the horizon slips farther away into the distance.

looking out onto the blue ridge mountains

I arrive in Asheville right around sunset, just in time to see the sun rupture and spill out all golden against the mountains. As I drive the last 25 or so miles the cars surrounding me on the road are bumper stickered and homey, rather than sleek and uninviting. A man in worn out threads with a large grey beard and a walking stick waves from across the highway as he continues to trek the opposite way. There is something contented about him, something that reminds me momentarily of the unusual luxury of detachment from normal society. Even before I have completely arrived in the city, Asheville is welcoming me in.

Saturday, August 2, 2014

my great american road trip

on thursday, 7 august, i will pack up my beloved subaru, leave akron, ohio,  and drive across the country. inspired from literature and music about the american narrative (especially the themes of the west and the road trip), as well as from general uncertainty, my trip out west and then back around will take nearly four months and span more than 20 states.

major stops along the way include:
Washington D.C.
Baltimore, MD
Asheville, NC
Nashville, TN
Memphis, TN
St. Louis, MO
Betonville, AR
Denver, CO
Grand Teton National Park
Yellowstone National Park
Seattle, WA
Portland, OR
Redwood National Park
San Francisco, CA
Yosemite National Park
Big Sur
Los Angelos, CA
San Diego, CA
Santa Fe, NM
Austin, TX
New Orleans, LA
Atlanta, GA
Charleston, SC
Charlottesville, VA

these are not all the stops i will be making and the length of time i will be spending at every place varies from one day to two weeks. i will be posting on here, hopefully regularly, about traveling, food, getting lost, meeting weird people, music, my unfortunate (but most likely inevitable) first speeding ticket, america, and books.

if you hate blogs as much as i do, but you're still interested in any of those things, especially when they look nice, there will be lots of photo updates (http://instagram.com/killagraham_).