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Asheville, NC

I think when Maureen learned that she would be doing field work at a hospital in Asheville, for the entire summer, I was more excited than she was. Asheville, after all, was one of the three towns I had narrowed down the “where should I move to” search in 2005 as part of the Great American Road Trip (the others being Bend, Oregon, and my ultimate selection of Fort Collins, Colorado). Since then, I’ve had a fond place in my heart for this town near the Blue Ridge Parkway in western North Carolina. Other Coloradoans seem to like it too: the former owner of my house lived in Asheville before moving to Fort Collins, and I’ve encountered other Fort Collinsers who went in the other direction. Even Fort Collins’ New Belgium Brewing Company—when it decided to expand east of the Mississippi a few years ago—now has a second location in the NC mountain town that is roughly the same population size as Boulder.

When I returned here last weekend, however, it didn’t seem instantly recognizable since the last time I visited in 2010. Downtown appeared to have more shops, pedestrians, and car traffic. I’m not sure if it was because it was Friday night, or the town had really grown. Probably both.

But then we passed by Pritchard Park where there were many folks watching or dancing in front of a couple dozen persons pounding on African drums. Not long after, young men and women were marching around town singing or chanting lyrics in which I could only decipher every other word, which was “GAY!” It might have been part of ongoing celebrations for LGBT Pride Month.

“Yep, that’s the Asheville I remember,” I said to Maureen.

I only got to spend a few days in Asheville as I went to the Knoxville, Tennessee area during the Monday and Tuesday Maureen had to work. But we managed to do a few fun things including:

  • Eat at the MG Road Lounge, which Mike Jacobsen from the MG Owners’ Club told me about. As he had warned, it did not feature an MG cars theme, but it did have very good Indian food. It felt like a uniquely Asheville place with colorful lights strung along the ceiling, a few sofas, lots of artwork, and a moderate-sized floor area for dancing. Apparently there is salsa dancing every Wednesday night.
  • Walk by the Grove Park Golf Course—which Maureen lives very close to—and up a steep hill to the Grove Park Inn, where many U.S. presidents have spent some time in. Visitors are free to peruse inside the inn and on the back porch. We sipped on coffees—which Maureen was able to purchase from the indoor market within the right side of the inn (when looking at it from the front)—back there while taking in the view of downtown Asheville.
  • Eat biscuits and gravy—a distinct regional dish of the American South, especially North Carolina—at one of the Biscuit House locations downtown.
  • Stop by the Frugal Backpacker, where we learned about the Albert Mountain trail and other hikes within a couple hours of Asheville.
  • Eat dinner at Jerusalem Garden Café for some excellent middle eastern tapas. It was across the street from Tupelo Honey Café, which we tried to go to but had a 45-minute wait.

It was a short visit, but I will be back again soon.

We went to the MG Road restaurant as a tip from my friend Mike. As he had warned, it did not feature any MG cars but it was a cool Indian restaurant nevertheless.
Asheville has its own Wall Street, minus the financial firms.
The former executives of Three Dogs Bakery.
The Grove Park Inn Golf Course.
This skeleton outside the Grove Park Inn car museum looked like it was flipping people off.
The view of Asheville from the Grove Park Inn.
There were these informational flyers posted around downtown Asheville about identifying racists.
Tupelo Honey Cafe was very popular with very long wait times.
Asheville, like Fort Collins, has a pubcycle!