Whistle along with me.
When planning my departure from Greenville, I seriously considered camping in the Pisgah Forest and hiking Mount Mitchell, but I haven't given up on the thought of hiking the entire Appalachian Trail some day. So, from thoughts of the woods and the mountains, I went straight to another pull -- the kitschy tourism of Mount Airy, NC -- yes, Mayberry. I'm not sure what would be happening in this town if not for the birth of Andy Griffith here, but it is now all things Mayberry, from a museum to a main street that's thriving, thanks to his hometown re-creation in the sixties.
I'll let the photos speak for my visit, yet I have to add that one of the amazing "by-products" of my travel is the people I share time with who I would never meet in my day-to-day life. I now hope to return here one June for the annual Mount Airy Fiddlers Convention, a festival devoted to old-time and bluegrass music. Oh, and when I see you, ask me about Eng and Chang, the famous Siamese twins from the 19th century.