Spruce Pine is a small North Carolina town sitting in one of those narrow mountain valleys that make someone like me think of a West Virginia coal country. It has railroad tracks running through the middle of it. How cool is that?
Look at it, this is the lower street with the old now disused railroad station. America as she was and should be again.
The Town of Spruce Pine is working hard to keep up with the twentyfirst century emphasizing history, art, the outdoors and food. And there is a first rate eatery here.
Key West Diary: Knife And Fork, Spruce Pine, N.C. On this visit we did brunch and shared a delicious trout sandwich and eggs a cheval or egg with pulled pork and vegetables. I loved my trifle while my wife thought her chocolate dessert was only so so. I love fruit for afters but she always goes for chocolate. I end up doing better!
The real estate office had some bargains, tons of reduced, drastically reduced and reduced again homes on offer. I think it's hard for people to accept their dream second home in the mountains is not as valuable as it was. I'm still waiting for our Dear Leader to start imprisoning some, perhaps just one, of our many fraudulent banksters. People out here are hurting and the talker in chief isn't much good at action. Spruce Pine is a good place to spend money.
And so back to sister-in-law Geeta's cabin in the woods.
It's a great place to get away from turquoise waters, palms and endless bright sunshine. A change is as good as a rest they say. But I am wedded to the beach, not mountains.