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The Hurricane Diaries – Week Six

11/3/24

When you look at homes for rent in WNC right now: if the trees in the background are green and full, the photos were probably taken before the storm.


11/3/24

Best of my knowledge

UPDATE 11/4: needs at The Davis Country Store & Cafe in Old Fort have changed – see their page for more details. They need heaters, cold weather XL and XXXL jackets, dorm fridges, bedsheets, camping stoves, butane.

It’s Thanksgiving season now ๐Ÿฆƒ

Gonna hit different for a lot of us this year.

All I know is, there’s something beautiful going on in the WNC mountains, and there is a whole lot to be thankful for this year.

Life is hard for a lot of people right now. There’s a lot of need in a lot of areas – I’m just condensing and summarizing information as best as I can here.

Every single donation I see is an example of love.

It’s love that someone has for a complete stranger – to say “I see you. You have survived and you will continue to survive. You deserve to be here.”

Just look how much love came out of something so awful. Look how many ways people have found to get around every obstacle, save every person possible, stabilize society and put the region immediately on the path towards rebuilding. Look how people have come together in a way we haven’t seen in this country in a very, very long time. It gives you hope. It gives you real faith in humanity. It makes you feel alive.

I’m honored to be a part of it in any way I can.

But there are some real heroes out there doing incredible work every day. They need our help ๐Ÿ’ชโค

Appalachia WILL endure!


11/3/24

Exodus 20:4

This is not a political post.

This is a reminder that no politician will be your savior.

No human being can fix the entire world, end all wars, feed every hungry child, and coordinate every effort towards growth and progress. Not you, not me, not the most dedicated volunteer or the most pious preacher.

And another reminder: no matter who you vote for in this election…

You deserve a roof over your head.

You deserve a hot meal and a cold glass of water.

You deserve peace and safety for yourself and your children.

You deserve to be here, and I’m glad that you are.

If you do admire a person for their deeds and actions, speak of them truthfully and openly. False stories of valor and sparkly AI are not needed.

Today, and all week is a great time to thank a line worker, offer some food to someone on the street who looks hungry, and drive safe on the roads.

America has always been so much more than our leader at the moment.

[see original post for images]


11/3/24

Pssst… let me tell ya’ll a secret:

Lake Monticello is absolutely gorgeous.

I sure did take all these photos ๐Ÿ“ธ

Not bad for a phone camera, amirite?

[click here for more photos of Lake Monticello]


11/3/24

This is rough to see…

Fairview sits at the top of the Hickory Nut Gorge – just south of Swannanoa, on Hwy 74A between the Biltmore Village, and Chimney Rock. This is where the headwaters of Gap Creek and Reed Creek are located, and where Porters Cove, Buckeye Cove, and Jim’s Branch eventually drain. What we are probably seeing here are the floodwaters – and houses and cars – that swept from the Swannanoa River down to Chimney Rock. The Lake Lure dam eventually prevented all of this debris and muck from flooding Upstate SC and Polk, Rutherford, and Cleveland Counties – a dam where the flood gates had risen from 9 to 27 feet just hours before Helene even hit. Although we were warned during the storm the dam was expected to fail, miraculously, it held.

In the very first days or even hours after the storm, you may have seen the aerial photos from local news organizations proclaiming that Hwy 74A had become a river itself with all the flooding. Here, you’re getting the close-up view of that same river. At time of writing, more than five weeks later, 74A remains inaccessible downstream around Bat Cave and Chimney Rock. (It’s generated a lot of conspiracy theories, but there is a really simple explanation why the road was washed out in some areas, and you’re seeing it here unfortunately.)

In the early days after the storm, Fairview did not have power or utilities and was barely accessible. Their pharmacy was operating in the dark just to get prescriptions out to residents in need.

Please keep this town, Oteen, Gerton, and Bat Cave in your thoughts, as they recover and rebuild ๐Ÿ™

[see original post for video]


11/4/24

In the heart of downtown Columbia, the Saluda and Broad Rivers converge to form the Congaree. 130 miles from the Lake Lure dam, the mud level is over your head throughout the park.

[see original post for more photos]

[click here for more photos of Riverfront Park, downtown Columbia]

I recalled that the floodwaters had made their way through the Midlands after they passed through the mountains and the foothills. I remember my friends around Columbia astonished that they were being flooded days after the hurricane. However, more than five weeks after the storm, it was jarring to see how high the floodwaters had risen more than 100 miles away from the Lake Lure dam, where the Broad River rose at the floodgates from 9 to 27 ft in less than 24 hours before the storm even hit.

There was a man standing waist-deep in the river, fishing. It’s a public river and he had every right to do so. There was no public warning about the bacterial contamination still detected in the Broad River upstream – particularly from Lake Lure, where sewage was still seeping into the water, leading to high E.coli bacteria levels being detected just miles from the South Carolina state line.


11/4/24

Honestly I see some absolutely awful and horrifying scenes, things that replay in your mind when you go back home to “normal”

and then I see a post about a woman who lost everything, and was randomly gifted a new pair of pajamas, and she’s sharing her joy and gratitude for this anonymous gifter

and yeah I can keep going, I can keep doing this. Yeah. It’s worth it.

It’s different when it’s not behind a phone screen though. There are folks living with this every day, and it’s what’s left of their homes, everything they know and love. Helping… helps with everything.

There are signs along the road that say “THANK YOU FOR HELPING”

I know trauma. It’s an old friend of mine.

You think you’ve seen it all.

But the human brain is not meant to comprehend this level of devastation… because this isn’t supposed to happen. The geographic scale of damage, paired with the heartbreak and the toll it has taken, is incomprehensible. I want to say “unreal,” because it’s not. It’s extremely real. Not everything in WNC right now is tourist-friendly like most of the photos I’ve shown you recently.

I’m no stranger to the brain’s survival mode.

Or the body’s starvation mode.

There’s gonna be a lot of need for help through Thanksgiving.

There’s gonna be a lot of need for help through Christmas, Haunukkah, and whoever’s inauguration day.

There’s gonna be a lot of need for help through the springtime, when we’ve got the mountains cleaned up better and flowers are blooming on the trees again, and people have a warm place to sleep and a warm bowl of food that they know where it’s coming from.

We are going to make it happen, because I’ve never seen so many people come together for so much good in my life. They are working miracles out there. And deep in the holler, further back into the far corners where so many died but hope lived on, they are praying for ya’ll to get there to help them rebuild their roads, their homes, their stores. They are praying for food and warmth through the winter to come. I don’t always know the best way to do this. But I do trust in the path before my feet – or my wheels – when I’m following the Lord. I do that by following my conscience, and so are so many other folks right now. So many people doing God’s work and ya’ll don’t even know. God bless all of ya’ll.

๐ŸŽ„

I’m gonna tell you one really good thing you can do for folks who need it right now:

You can order a Christmas tree from Avery or Watauga County, North Carolina.

– Elk Park Evergreens
– G&S Trees
– Cartner Christmas Tree Farm
– Evergreen Ridge Christmas Tree Farm
– Sugar Mountain Wreath
– Christmas Tree Hill Garden Center
– Sugar Plum Farm
– Trinity Tree Farm
– Sugar Grove Tree Farm
– Twin Pines Nursery
– Franklin Tree Farms
– Hidden Cove Tree Farm
– Rusty Spur Christmas Tree Farm
– Wolf Creek Tree Farm
– Bluestone Greenery
– Greene Family Tree Farm
– Clawson’s Tree Farm


11/5/24

Good morning ๐ŸคŽ

Landslides you’ll mostly see in the higher elevations/High Country, although I have seen some as far southeast as Spartanburg County. Remember – the rain and the tree loss were so dramatic during the storm, they unearthed entire boulders that came down from the mountains. I have seen homes that were taken out by landslides – and others I couldn’t believe were still standing. Especially up in McDowell, Mitchell, Avery Counties, but that’s just what I’ve seen. ETA: I shouldn’t leave out Rutherford and Polk either.

We are looking at rain showers, but not severe storms, coming into WNC this week – and remember it is a huge region, so that doesn’t mean everyone’s gonna get rain at the same time. Just note that we have had very little rain overall since Helene. There is the positive side of washing some mud and dust away, but it brings its own set of challenges as well – not to mention the folks who are sleeping in tents in the rain. I’m also thinking about more precarious poles and trees coming down. Even Spartanburg, one of the first cities accessed and cleared by FEMA crews after the storm, has not been able to fix up all of our storm damage yet. There may also be a lot of anxiety and trauma response for survivors dealing with the weather all over again.

Use extreme caution while traveling this week – especially if you’re headed to the High Country – and don’t take any unnecessary risks. ๐Ÿšง


When I woke up on the morning of Election Day 2024, I heard rain, and my very first thought was of landslides.

I don’t even live in a location where that would be a concern for me personally.

Before the WNC situation, most folks followed me for my takes on music or politics (I prefer both of them to be independent.) Western North Carolina is a deeply politically divided region – yet in the wake of Helene and the urgency of survival that united us all under a common banner, partisan politics had become an annoyance, a fly buzzing at my ear to remind me that there were people in this country who just didn’t understand how critical our situation was right now.

However, with arguably one of the most important choices in our nation’s history upon our doorstep, even I was finding it difficult to evade both the elephant AND the donkey in the room much longer.

11/5/24

In 2016 I was a political science and mass communications student at UNC Charlotte. In 2020 I was sitting in Pack Square, downtown Asheville, NC when they announced Biden had won the election. For the past six weeks, I have crisscrossed the land I love in order to deliver supplies, talk to locals, see for myself what’s going on and where help is most desperately needed, raise awareness in the right directions. This is what I have to say about WNC, politics, and the election:

There was one supply drop, weeks ago… deep in a very badly hit area of WNC, where only one volunteer was trying to manage a large site that day. As I walked trying to find someone, I encountered a man and his young son. The man mostly spoke Spanish, and his son was translating for him. He told me they were looking for a generator, and they had heard they could find one there, but they couldn’t find anyone to talk to, and didn’t want to walk inside and take things without permission.

We were above 2000 feet.

As I spoke to them, a man approached us to explain about the man not speaking much English, the son translating, and the generator they were looking for. He had been trying to help them already before this point. He wasn’t a volunteer, so I imagine he was a neighbor.

He was wearing a ะขrump 2024 shirt. The internet tells me this cannot be.

But it’s a very familiar logo along with probably 80-90% of the signs and flags you see in people’s yards, except for Asheville. Other than Buncombe County, I expect ะขrump and most Republican candidates to win most races in WNC today. In case ya’ll were wondering. I don’t believe many folks had a strong change of opinion either way after the storm, and if anything, it probably solidified feelings on both sides – this is a deep red region all the way down into most of South Carolina.

That man and his son left, I think, before either of us found a volunteer. I hope they found a generator soon. I hope there are enough resources for folks who are dealing with language barriers. In addition to Spanish, there’s also a large Eastern European immigrant presence in Spartanburg and Polk Counties, and I hope they are getting any translation services they might need. I hope the man in the ะขrump shirt trying to help him also has what he needs by now. Even though public resources are already scarce in many rural communities, there have been churches, federal aid, local volunteers, and NGOs helping the Hispanic communities and immigrant communities overcome those language barriers to getting the help they need. I just hope there is enough.

Don’t call this an official poll, but just based on the political signs in people’s own lawns, ะขrump will win WNC. Feel however you feel about it, I’m just telling you what I’ve seen. Buncombe County is the most populated by far, so in terms of overall population, it’s a little more even. In areas where they are still mucking out homes – or sleeping in tents – you don’t really see political signs like that.

In the most badly affected areas, I mostly just see signs that say “THANK YOU” or “THANK YOU FOR HELPING”. That’s the message they have for America. That is what WNC wants the public to know: Thank you for helping.

But there’s something that the siqq memers, the most brilliant political analysts in DC, and the Washington Post journalists in those FB groups, don’t quite understand – and I don’t think anyone could understand it unless they come out and experience it for themselves. But I will attempt to explain it to you anyway:

When survival mode kicked in, party politics went straight out the window. What we saw instead is what humans are truly made of, in the darkest moments – or weeks for some – before the outside world could even reach them. We saw some awful, horrible things… and still see them every day. But we’ve also seen an incredible amount of GOOD happening. People are looking to help in any way they can, and people who need help will get it from wherever they can as well. Who cares about those barriers? They only divide us and slow us down towards building a better future for everyone.

THANK YOU.

THANK YOU to everyone who’s donated, everyone who’s shown up to help, everyone who has received and sorted and handed out those donations, everyone who has helped get the word out. Thank you to crews from Canada, El Salvador, Guatemala, who came to clear trees and power lines in the early days and weeks, making it possible for us to reach our neighbors with critical aid.

That’s EVERYONE across the political spectrum, people who have never voted before now, people who never will vote. America – and beyond – came together for America, right here in Western Carolina, torn apart more than once by conflict in our history – but now focused on protecting, feeding, and rebuilding our communities, just as Americans should. Just as everyone should. Regardless of how the election turns out, regardless of how you voted…

If what is happening in WNC could happen all over the country right now, we could save America, and turn things in the right direction. Regardless of who the President or Mayor is. What we truly need is each other.

One more thing I really need ya’ll to understand right now:

A huge number of early voting and mail-in ballots were cast in North Carolina, especially in the mountains, where getting to the polls and back today just wasn’t a guaranteed option. This is even more early and mail-in ballots for NC than in 2020, when covid pandemic concerns caused many voters to mail in their votes or vote early, and the resulting delay in counting those ballots contributed to conspiracy theories later on.

Every vote deserves to be counted. These folks deserve to be heard more than anybody, especially at the local and county levels. What happens after today will affect their rebuilding for years to come, and those needs look different in each district and each county.

I expect that it could be a few days before we know the results of the election – it might not be announced tonight. North Carolina is a swing state. They cannot rush this process.

Unfortunately it’s a perfect storm for disinformation and conspiracy theories this time around, too. For the sake of the people of WNC and all Appalachia, I am begging ya’ll to avoid spreading rumors and hitting the share button immediately on something, without thinking and maybe even researching it first. We – your neighbors, We the People – cannot afford more deception and panic right now.

We are STILL in survival mode, and there are still folks without generators who need to stay warm as it gets colder up there. That is more important. That’s what the news needs to report for WNC – send help regardless of who wins.

The best and biggest middle finger you can give to the system right now is to be kind to as many people as possible, help your fellow neighbor, and treat others the way you would want to be treated, if that awful storm had hit your town instead.

No matter what happens today:

You deserve a warm, dry place to sleep.
You deserve to know where your next meal is coming from.
You deserve peace.
You deserve your oxygen tank and your hormonal prescription.
You deserve a break after all this.
You deserve less s p a m.
You are going to get through this, and you are going to be okay.
I believe in ya’ll. And ya’ll means all.

I believe in America.

I believe in people.

You should come and see it. โค๐Ÿค๐Ÿ’™

I was unfriended about a dozen times following that post.

11/5/24

๐Ÿฅฑ Here’s a trick for insomnia:

When you lay down, try to work your way from your head to your feet, relaxing the tension from every part of your body. Then you want to try not to think about anything at all.

If that’s just not happening – I get it – think about your favorite series, whether it’s TV/Netflix, movies, books, comics, video games, or the stories your grandmother used to tell at night. Try to tell yourself the entire story in chronological order all the way through, but only in your head. You probably won’t make it all the way through.

Hope this helps ๐Ÿ’œ Good night ya’ll


11/5/24

Generally, it takes longer to count all the votes in densely populated, urban areas (like Atlanta or Asheville, which lean Demoัrat) than in smaller rural communities (which tend to vote more conservative). So the early votes that come in will be more Reั€ublican, the ones that are announced later on in the evening might be more Demoัrat. That’s gonna be the “blue wave” Dems are hoping for this cycle, like every cycle.

That’s also gonna be the difference between “prediction” versus “current vote tallies” right now in the news. The current vote tallies might shift blue in some areas during the night; the predictions should already account for this, although some states and cities are still very much a toss-up.

The three states that are projected for ะขrump at time of writing (Indiana, West Virginia, and Kentucky) were all expected to vote for him anyway.


11/6/24

My friends are scared for their safety and none of them are threatening civil war or denying the results.

Trans friends. Immigrant friends. Survivors of Helene friends.

We are going to get through this and we are going to be alright. It is going to take all of us in order to build a better future overall.

I made a decision long ago that I would NEVER again hold back who I am out of fear. Neither should you. You deserve to be here and I’m glad that you are.

Look out for one another.


11/6/24

Wisconsin just went red.

ะขrump officially wins.

It’s still about us, ya’ll – let’s focus on moving forward and stop giving this man the attention he craves.

Back to work.


11/6/24

Good morning โค๐ŸŒฑ
We all deserve to be here.


11/6/24

Some Americans vote in what they believe is their own best interest.

Some Americans vote in what they believe is the best interest of their community.

The difference between these two groups is much greater than the difference between Dems and GOP.

But the distinction becomes a LOT blurrier when you are actually at risk of being politically targeted – even in America.

That’s what’s going on right now.


11/6/24


I understand forgiveness now a lot better than I did before.

Not the outcome you would typically expect from a natural disaster.

I’m convinced it’s the only way any of us are going to get anywhere at this point.

11/7/24

๐ŸŽถ Upcoming benefit concerts!! ๐ŸŽถ

11/09 (noon) Saturday @ Mountain Brook Vineyards, Rutherfordton, NC

11/09 (evening) Saturday @ Main Street Market Rutherfordton
Contact: Zachary Pruitt

11/15 Friday @ Hayes Auditorium, Banner Elk, NC

11/17 Sunday @ MeeZy White‘s porch party, Spartanburg, SC
Contact: MeeZy White

11/19 Tuesday @ Gilkey School Community Center, Rutherfordton, NC

11/22 Friday @ Sly Grog Lounge, Asheville, NC
Contact: Hayden Dunlap

None of these events I have any involvement with

God bless all ya’ll โค



11/8/24

UPDATE 11/08 @ 20:30: this blew up a little bigger than I expected, and a lot of folks are asking why I did not include one town or another. The reason is because this is ALL information I have personally compiled or, in a few cases, gotten from folks I trust on the ground. I’m probably not reporting on your town because I haven’t made it there yet – I’m trying! But I can’t be in every town and holler at once lol.

Good morning ๐Ÿ˜Ž Here’s how the various towns around WNC are doing – to the best of my knowledge:

ASHEVILLE: open for business… somewhat. No potable water yet. South AVL is still VERY messed up. โš ๏ธ
EDIT 11/08 @ 20:30 – I can see from a lot of comments that what I think of as “south AVL” AVL thinks of as “east AVL”… the neighborhoods where the French Broad and Swannanoa Rivers flooded. I took some smaller internal and back roads around AVL a little while ago – especially east and south – and yeeeeah I can see why the Army was showing back up today.
There are a thousand folks asking about taking care of the homeless in Swannanoa – PLEASE ๐Ÿ™ point some of them towards Tunnel Road and RAD, if the tents are still at RAD.

BAT CAVE:
UPDATE 11/08 @ 20:30: very messed up. Folks need help and will into next year. ๐Ÿšง๐Ÿšง๐Ÿšง

BLACK MOUNTAIN: open for business… but you still got a lot of folks without homes right now. โš ๏ธ Be mindful.
ETA: most water is not potable.

BOONE: safe(r) to drive in the city, felt pretty normal, but internet goes in and out so credit card payments are not always an option. Carry cash. โš ๏ธ

BURNSVILLE: the damage here, as well as Celo, Pensacola, Green Mountain, and Red Hill, was massive. It will take a long time to rebuild. โš ๏ธ

CHIMNEY ROCK: come back next year. ๐Ÿšง๐Ÿšง๐Ÿšง

FLETCHER:
UPDATE 11/08: open for business, but the back roads… I think some of these USED to be roads?? โš ๏ธ

GERTON:
UPDATE 11/08 @ 20:30: damn, it is even worse than I thought. Do not attempt the back roads. ๐Ÿšง

HENDERSONVILLE: if you can cut trees, you can find your fortune here. But it is back open for business. ๐Ÿšฆ

LAKE LURE: actually opening up slowly for business – from the south side. Can also come in from the east. Marina probably won’t be open for a good while. Last I knew, sewer was still out. โš ๏ธ

LENOIR: other than the Army passing through, seemed pretty normal to me. ๐Ÿšฆ

LITTLE SWITZERLAND: repeat after me: Highway ๐Ÿ‘ 226Alt ๐Ÿ‘ is ๐Ÿ‘ closed ๐Ÿ‘

MARION: open for business ๐Ÿšฆ

MARSHALL: progress is being made every single day, but I don’t know that they’re quite back open yet. ๐Ÿšง

MORGANTON: open for business. ๐Ÿšฆ

NEWLAND: it’s improved even just in the last few days, but ya’ll, pray for Newland. Pray for Minneapolis, Cranberry, Elk Park, Roaring Creek, Frank, Spear, and Plumtree. And get some food and HELP out this way! ๐Ÿšง

OLD FORT:
Update 11/08 @ 20:30 – many roads in and around downtown are technically closed to all but local traffic. However, businesses are starting to open up again. A lot of homes were destroyed in this little town and there WILL be ongoing needs throughout the winter. โš ๏ธ

SALUDA: open for business, but still in need of help as well. Only accessible from I-26. Stay on the main highway for your safety and watch out for landslides. โš ๏ธ

SPRUCE PINE: trying reeeeally hard to open back up for tourism. Some of the surrounding areas are still in REALLY bad shape. Not getting as much atte tion as they need right now. โš ๏ธ

SWANNANOA: absolutely packed with volunteers and promises. I have no clue when they’ll have a downtown again. ๐Ÿšง

TRYON: open for business, but 176 heading towards Saluda will be closed into next year. โš ๏ธ

WILKESBORO: open for business and haven’t seen any issues. ๐Ÿšฆ

Let me know if any updates or corrections are needed.

Be safe and have a great weekend โค๏ธ


The Hurricane Diaries – Week Five

10/27/24

The rain came in like a blessing. A gentle hand to wipe a little mud away. It’s been four weeks with no rain here in Spartanburg. Believe it or not, we needed this.

Mill Spring is recovering, and also providing a lot of support to their neighbors around Lake Lure. I know a lot of good people out that way. You can tell from driving through that they took a lot of damage – both flooding and wind. The chainsaws have been as hard at work in this area as they were in Spartanburg County, and I still hold the theory that the vortex bore north and slightly west from here through the mountains. The sign for the pick-your-own vegetable stand is still up, although the tent was torn up, and I’m not actually sure if it’s operating or not. There are areas on Highway 9, around the Green River and Little White Oak Creek, where I kept the windows rolled up from the flood mud. (I’ve seen it really bad on Highway 11 and Coxe Road as well.) It’s really heartening to see the horses, cattle, goats, back out in the pastures.

The Dark Corner is famous for breeding some of the finest horses in the world. Believe it or not, I have a little experience with taking care of horses (and mucking out stables lol), back when I was a kid in North Carolina. I’m not claiming to be a seasoned rider or anything; it’s been many years since I was on the back of a horse. Just saying, they’re pretty cool animals – and sensitive creatures with a lot of needs, very difficult to keep and raise in captivity.

There are hollers around Polk and Spartanburg Counties. You find then around Clifton, Glendale, New Prospect, Campobello, Mill Spring, Green Creek, Green Hill. These are NOT tourist towns – they’re mainly farming communities in the foothills, with houses, trailers, cabins, shacks, sometimes nestled along dirt roads in the low spaces between ancient hills that are only a couple hundred feet high. Thank goodness they all seem to be getting back on their feet – from what I’ve seen anyway – but you do still see the scars everywhere you look. Clifton and Glendale in particular looked like they were in rough shape, and they are not a particularly wealthy area. There is SO much roadside debris to still be cleared, all over the place. We need to find a way to store the usable lumber and, uh, use it. That’s tons and tons of healthy pine and oak wood that snapped, and shouldn’t all go to waste.

I’m also really concerned about the orchards in Cherokee and Spartanburg Counties. They took on massive flooding from the Broad and Pacolet Rivers, as well as extensive and intense wind damage. These same farms have already struggled this past season, when flooding earlier in the year took out strawberry crops; the year before, a late frost zapped the peach harvest, forcing some farmers to source peaches from Georgia just to have something to sell in the roadside markets. Those markets support a lot of local farmers who are going to need a lot of busines – they’ve kept us fed for generations, and if we lose those farms, they will be bought up by corporations to put subdivisions, or those giant gray concrete monstrosities on instead.

So I guess what I’m saying is…

Come out to the mountains and the foothills.

Come to a town that’s open for business.

Come fill up at a roadside farmer’s stand, or visit a local farmer’s market. It’s healthier anyway, I promise you.

If the local community hubs can’t take your donations, you might find someone on the side of the road who needs then.

There’s a whole lot of good happening right now in the mountains, and we should all be a part of it.

Be safe and have a wonderful weekend ๐Ÿงก๐ŸŽƒ๐Ÿ•ฏ

Mill Spring (supporting Chimney Rock as well): Tryon Equestrian
Asheville: WNC Farmers Market
Hendersonville: Hendersonville Farmers Market
Spartanburg: Hub City Farmers’ Market
Bellews Country Store
Tate Meatworks
Travelers Rest: Travelers Rest Farmers Market
Greenville: Swamp Rabbit Cafe and Grocery
Pumpkintown: Pumpkintown Mountain Opry
Aunt Sue’s Country Corner
Landrum: Landrum Farmers Market
Campobello/Little Chicago: Peach Country Roadside Market
Chesnee/Campobello: Strawberry Hill USA Farm
Gaffney/Cowpens/West Spartanburg: Abbott Farms Produce
Cowpens: Cowpens Farmers Market
Boiling Springs/Inman: Hughey Farms
Boiling Springs/Cherokee Springs: Belue Farms Natural Market


10/27/24

One month later, I finally hear the train running again. I’ve always said it sounds like it’s singing through the trees. It’s a haunting pitch, but comforting in its own way. I know this song well.

I wish I could hear the owls again. A few days after the storm, I heard one calling… and I didn’t hear the other respond. I haven’t heard either one since that night. I hope their chicks will come back here to roost one day.

I guess this is what recovery sounds like.

The sounds you once knew and the sounds that you won’t hear anymore. One instrument picks up the refrain while the other takes its rest.

I just don’t want to wake up and hear the river from my bed again. I prefer the creek’s quiet hum and gentle rhythms.



10/27/24

You want to visit the mountains? You want to see beautiful fall colors? You want to support folks who need it without putting yourself in traumatic situations? You wanna just take a regular vacation, darn it?

Highway 11. That’s where you go.

You take I-85 right up to the giant peach. Yes that giant peach. You stop at Abbott Farms Produce and get you some of their apple bread. I mean it.

You just take that highway, skip through I-85 nonsense, and ride baby ride through the most picturesque autumn mountain scenery with the least amount of traffic. Chesnee is a great little town to stop for gas and food. They got hit REAL hard by Helene, and that town is full of a bunch of great people – a lot of the best folks I’ve known have lived in Chesnee. There’s an archery shop, a tattoo parlor, an herbalist, and a coffee truck all right next to each other. Bantam Chef Restutant is a local favorite.

Then you will drive past Strawberry Hill USA Farm, which is quite literally the most picturesque farmland I’ve ever seen in my life. Rolling green hills, rusted tractors nestled along aging barns, more American flags than you can shake a p*litician at. You can watch it all from rocking chairs on the front porch of their general store/ice cream shop.

After you pass through Campobello, you gotta stop at Peach Country Roadside Market where Highway 11 meets the very very end of New Cut Road, because the view of the Blue Ridge Mountains from there is perfect. Then you turn around and hope you’re lucky enough to pick up one of those ice cream pies from that nice Amish lady who writes “God loves you” on all of them.

You’ll wanna drive safe and careful through Cleveland (yes, this is a small mountain town in SC), on your way to a magical place called Pumpkintown. The trees are just as orange as the town’s namesake right now. Pumpkintown Mountain Opry is the coolest building in South Carolina, with a fascinating history, AND really good pumpkin spice lattes. Aunt Sue’s Country Corner is a cozy marketplace full of local artisan goods. Also, consider pulling over to enjoy the view of Table Rock for a few minutes at Grant Meadow Overlook, like I did in these photos.

The photos that will come next are of a place so beautiful, I won’t even tell you where it is.

That’s up to you to explore.

Drive safe โค๏ธ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ’›๐Ÿ‚



10/28/24

I have shown you destruction because that was the reality. Now I’m going to show you miracles – those of nature and those of man – because that’s the reality right now, too.

I passed by a thousand rhododendron bushes yesterday, in mountains that weren’t hit nearly as hard as the Hickory Nut Gorge. But without a doubt, the only flower I’ve seen on any of them… has been this one in Lake Lure. 30 days after the flooding began.

Yes, I do believe in miracles.

Pick yourself up and carry on. You are going to get through this, and you are going to be okay. ๐ŸŒธ

“The glittering leaves of the rhododendrons
Balance and vibrate in the cool air;
While in the sky above them
White clouds chase each other.”
โ€“John Gould Fletcher


10/28/24

This is the best explanation anyone has provided so far of what happened that day.

Ashevillewx-Meteorologist Hunter Ward
10/27/24

Helene and What Happened in WNC? It has taken me some time to reflect on this life changing event. What didnโ€™t really seem possible on models leading up to the storm, came to fruition. Each run winds got higher and rainfall totals increased. For 3 days leading up to this storm I had near sleepless nights. Why? Because this storm just felt different. On Wednesday an Upper Level Low moved into place over Tennessee and it began to interact with a moisture push that was far out in front of Hurricane Helene. By late Wednesday evening many areas had already received over 5โ€ of rainfall with some areas seeing 10โ€+ of rain from the initial push of moisture. Along the Blue Ridge Escarpment the rainfall was just wrung out of the atmosphere and excessive rates fell in locations like Lake Lure & Bat Cave, NC. We could have easily survived this inital punch with little repercussions here in WNC. The mountains shed that initial push relatively well and if the rain had stopped life would have quickly returned to normal. As we know, that wasnโ€™t the case. With the Upper Level Low still in place on Thursday evening over TN as Helene made landfall it rotated toward the Upper Level Low by way of the Fujiwhara Effect. This is important because this large scale effect in the atmosphere kept Helene from recurving and slammed it right into WNC. As we progressed to Friday morning soggy soil awaited 50mph+ winds and another 3โ€-10โ€ of rainfall. As stated in many of my posts before the storm, this was a recipe for a natural disaster. The right front quadrant of a Hurricane is always the strongest part of the storm. You can vividly see the trail that the right front quadrant took by just looking at the wind damage maps. From Bat Cave to far North Yancey Co. the wind damage to the trees is just astonishing. A 20-30 mile path of just an absolute desecration of trees. Now other areas got high winds and tree damage, but this 20-30 mile area got the worst of it due to the right front quadrant. Winds gusted over 100mph at Mt. Mitchell and you can clearly see around Black Mountain, Swannanoa ect where those mountains have been scalped (photo below). The trees are just gone or all pushed over. What happened next changed the entire landscape of WNC. As those trees fell, the soil around them that was already extremely loose, let go of the mountain. With that soil now moving it was similar to a domino effect. Those trees and soil hit other trees knocking them down and gravity brought those flows down the path of least resistance. Unearthing boulders, these flows eroded everything in their path and when they arrived at the main channels they began to create dams. Remember that rainfall rates increased significantly as those highest winds gusts moved through WNC and then persisted for 2-3 hours after. As those rainfall rates increased, the mud/debris/boulder slides continued and enhanced. So you have debris flows coming from many locations where water barely flows and then those debris flows moved into the main channels (French Broad River, Swannanoa River, Pigeon River, Cane River and several others). As the water rose, so did the debris content in the water. Whole trees from higher up on the mountains made their way into the valleys below. Water leaves the mountains very quickly and all that mud, boulders, and debris begin to exit at an incredibly pace. Water rose to record levels along many creek and river basins moving into many businesses and homes that had never seen water inside before. As the water rose many structures began to be struck by debris as well. That created extra resistance in the water flow and put extreme force on many structures foundations. We saw countless foundations fail due to debris and water inundation. As those foundations failed, the structures became in a crude way, a boat. As these structures met rapids the river turned into a blender. At each overpass structures were mangled and dunked into the river. By 11am on Friday, most of the rivers were closing in on peak flow. By 3pm the sun was coming out in many locations. Without communication, no one knew how bad things were. There were many locations that only had power outages and downed trees. People in WNC knew flooding was happening but unless you were witnessing the rivers it was hard to fathom what was happening all around. So, after about noon on Friday the people of WNC went to work. We started checking on our neighbors and getting a plan of action. We all eventually remembered radios and we turned it on to 570WWNC. Listening for mere moments and all of your senses were heightened. Swannanoa is gone? Chimney Rock gone? Garren Creek? The water system is destroyed? Over a million without power? Thousands missing? WTF just happened. I was predicting a life altering storm, but I donโ€™t think I could have imagined what was about to occur. As we came to this realization that life would never be the same, WNC didnโ€™t hide, we jumped into action. In hindsight, I wish I would have pulled up google earth to reiterate vulnerable neighborhoods. As meteorologists we will continue to work to get the message out and learn from each event. This community that I grew up in and have called home for 35 years continues to amaze me. I love you so much WNC.


10/29/24

THIS IS A MESSAGE FROM SPARTANBURG COUNTY EMERGENCY SERVICES REGARDING IMPORTANT HELENE UPDATES

– FEMA Disaster Recovery Center is here until November 6th / 8am-7pm / 175 Community College Dr Spartanburg

– Have Debris that you cannot afford to cut and/or remove? – Call Crisis Cleanup Hotline at 844-965-1386 – Deadline to call is November 1st – Once again, that number is 844-965-1386

Can’t attend the DRC in-person, call FEMA at 800-621-3362

– Storm-related vehicle damage? FEMA may be able to provide financial assistance to help fill the gap – Find out more by coming to the DRC at 175 Community College Dr Spartanburg, or going online at disasterassistance.gov, or calling 1-800-621-3362

Thank you everyone


10/29/24

Messages from friends asking how you’ve been, reminders to stay in touch…

A big hug from someone you didn’t hear from until days after the storm passed…

Pregnancy photos in the fall mountain colors from a friend bringing new life back into the world…

Last minute road trips to Asheville for a night out with friends at an open and inviting business…

And honestly, that drive up I-26 at night, you can pretend nothing happened a month ago. You can forget for a little while. It all looks the same as you travel back down into the Dark Corner with only headlights to guide your way.

You can’t actually forget. The entire world has been shifted here, unmistakably, irreversibly. There is a before and an after, and there always will be. Yet even after everything, it still feels like the mountains are helping me more than anything I can give back.

Appalachia will endure.


My very awesome friends and followers donated some funds to help this crew get some additional fuel and supplies:


10/30/24


10/30/24

…And there was much rejoicing.


10/31/24

10/31/24 coming to you with a personal update โ€ผ๏ธ

Black Mountain, NC is OPEN FOR BUSINESS
Old Fort, NC is OPEN FOR BUSINESS
Marion, NC is OPEN FOR BUSINESS
Hendersonville, NC is OPEN FOR BUSINESS
Asheville, NC is OPEN FOR BUSINESS
Mill Spring, NC is OPEN FOR BUSINESS
Saluda, NC is OPEN FOR BUSINESS
Tryon, NC is OPEN FOR BUSINESS
Rutherfordton, NC is OPEN FOR BUSINESS
Landrum, SC is OPEN FOR BUSINESS
Chesnee, SC is OPEN FOR BUSINESS
Gowensville, SC is OPEN FOR BUSINESS
Pumpkintown, SC is OPEN FOR BUSINESS

I SEENT IT. ๐Ÿ‘€

Ya’ll drive safe and Happy Halloween ๐ŸŽƒ

Carolina Strong ๐Ÿ’ช๐Ÿงก


11/1/24

Good morning โค๏ธ

EDIT 11/4: it’s been 3 days now, and some of this information has changed or been specified by the hubs themselves. Communicate with the hubs themselves/check their official channels for updates on what they need today! Thank you to everyone who has been sharing.

Saluda hub: Green River Adventures
distributing supplies at
150 East Main St, Saluda, NC 28773

Swannanoa hub: Restoration Church of God
needs BUILDING MATERIALS AND BUILDERS at
90 Buckeye Access Rd, Swannanoa, NC 28778
(UPDATE 11/4: Mary Beth Poole has been providing regular updates foe this hub)

Black Mountain hub: Silverados
needs HELP WITH ORGANIZATION AND DISTRIBUTING
2898 Highway 70, Black Mountain, NC 28711
(UPDATE 11/4: find full updated list at Valley Strong Disaster Relief)

Old Fort hub: The Davis Country Store & Cafe
needs HEATERS, GENERATORS, CAMPING STOVES AND BUTANE
75 East Main St, Old Fort, NC 28762
(UPDATE 11/4: find full updated list on their page, specifies what kind of gear and fuel they need)

Spruce Pine: Project Skyline
needs GENERATORS, HEATERS & FUEL at
12255 Highway 226A, Spruce Pine, NC 28777
(UPDATE 11/4: find full updated list on their page)

There are a lot more needs than this.

There are a lot more hubs than thus.

I’m just keeping it simple here.

Let me know if any updates or corrections are needed.

Be safe ya’ll ๐Ÿ’ชโค๏ธ


11/1/24

This is what recovery looks like ๐Ÿงก

Please support the town of Saluda.

And please bring FOOD to: Green River Adventures on East Main Street.

The town of Saluda, NC is named for the mountains in which it sits – where the Saluda Grade Railroad once crested, picking up and dropping off passengers multiple times a day between Spartanburg and Asheville.

Much like Tryon a few miles down the mountains, the town is now better known for its cute, colorful downtown shops and restaurants, and the sprawling horse farms located outside of town. Here, you can pickup homemade soaps, lotions, honeys, baskets of farm-fresh produce, bottles of fruit cider and home decorations. You could finish your holiday shopping by this afternoon without spending a moment at the mall. (Tell your wife!)

Cheerful flowers poke out of pots along the sidewalk. Ice cream parlors and general stores beckon with doors wide like open arms. Mewdlic’s made me a real good cup of coffee, and hosts jam nights on Wednesdays and Fridays – musicians are welcome to stop in!

There is art! There is history! There is beauty!

But – stay on the safe roads! Scroll further through these photos to see what you might be driving on if you leave the main highway (176). The highway is CLOSED between Saluda and Tryon, so you’ll want to come in via I-26.

P.S. If you have a bicycle, or heck if you want one, please go support Adventure Cycles NC on the edge of town, and tell him Jessie says hi!

[see original post for photos]

[click here for more photos of Saluda, NC, before and after Helene]


11/1/24

I saw Black Mountain was open for business, and had to go see it for myself. I’m so glad I did!

(Bring cleaning supplies to Silverados!)


11/1/24

There are towns that need help desperately. There are towns that are opening back up for business. And the line between these is way more blurred and indistinct than they should be – but that’s just how it is right now.

In the long term, in order to save towns and homes, we also need to save jobs and livelihoods. We need to save farms, family-owned businesses, downtowns, country roadside shops.

Just like it’s possible for a place to be beautiful and hurt at the same time…

Just like it’s possible to love what you’re doing, and still appreciate the gravity of what has been lost – and survived…

Just like it’s possible to cry out in despair, and to carry on with your head held high…

It’s possible to support Appalachia’s immediate needs, and its long term economy at the same time. Safely AND respectfully.

Drive safe ๐Ÿงกโค๏ธ๐Ÿ–ค Thank you for being here, and thank you for helping us rebuild so much land, and save so many people when time was critical. Thank you for all the donations. The battle is won, and God is good. Now comes the winter.

Appalachia WILL endure. And it will take all of us. ๐Ÿ’ชโค๏ธ


The Hurricane Diaries – Week One


9/26/24

I’m just saying this now before whatever happens, happens.

The people in the mountains had no chance this time.

There was rain, there were storms, it was pretty typical. We were looking forward to apple harvest festivals coming up. Then a few days ago, there was barely a mention of a tropical storm that might generate some more rain and wind inland. It’s only in the past 36 hours or so that we even started finding out that the mountains were set to get nailed with a historic storm, and the forecasts are rapidly getting worse. Meanwhile severe flooding and tornadoes started in the region LAST NIGHT, from this series of storms that ISN’T Helene. We still have not seen the impact of the hurricane yet – Florida and South Georgia are barely starting to see landfall as I type this. But a lot of folks are already unable to leave their homes as it is.

I keep telling myself, I wanna be wrong here, I wanna believe I’m overexaggerating. But I think this is gonna be really really severe. Get to the safest place you can and pray.

P.S. Don’t let ANY politician in the coming weeks fill your ears with empty promises and platitudes about how resilient you are. DEMAND the support of your nation with the same goddamn tax dollars your community has generated for generations now. That’s it, that’s my entire political rant.



In the aftermath of Helene, nearly all of our communities in Spartanburg County lost power, phone and data service, and road access. We didn’t know much more about WNC at the time than the rest of the world did; Asheville and smaller towns were physically cut off, all roads in WNC were closed, and Chimney Rock had been wiped off the map in a mudslide. We went to work just to feel normal, if our jobs were open; and we spent the rest of our time charging our phones in open cafes, cursing the barely-there internet signal and anxiously awaiting word from our neighbors up north, as we assured our friends and family further off that we were fine, just bored and stinky.

In the days to follow, as we slowly regained the ability to communicate with one another, we slowly started to learn something – just something – of the extent of the devastation that the same storm had wreaked in the steeper northern terrain. It was difficult to come to terms with, to say the least – and it is strongly considered a Southerner’s duty to assist their neighbor in a time of need.

The problem was that the roads were blocked, flooded, and even washed away in some places. We physically could not reach them.

9/30/24

I really need ya’ll to stop treating this as a mildly interesting thought experiment to debate on, when a lot of us are still trying to find out if our loved ones are okay or where we’re gonna get our next hot meal.

And if you’re using this as an opportunity to score political zingers off of people who are dealing with a natural disaster, do me a favor first, go call up your mama and ask her where she went wrong.

If you can’t or won’t help right now, get out of the way please.

10/1/24

More update from Spartanburg County:

I passed by TWO more convoys of line trucks and lifts while getting supplies. One convoy was headed up towards the mountains. The other is stationing near Spartanburg.

Lights are coming back across the county and most major highways are at least partially cleared. You’ll still want to avoid driving in darkness, or use your brights and keep to the inside lanes if you absolutely have to. Some side streets are still dangerous. It can vary block by block. I think I was still driving over live wires last night.

(Every single person in the western Carolinas would rather see ANY lineman on the planet, than ANY politician right now.)

Local and WNC folks, please feel free to message me if you are in Spartanburg and need help locating stores or resources.

I’ve been receiving a ton of messages and trying to keep up with all of them, and my daily life, and getting through the day without power lol. I’m fine here! But I apologize if it’s hard to get a hold of me, promise I’m not trying to ignore anyone.

P.S. If you cannot find fresh food at the grocery store, you MIGHT find it from a farmer on the side of the road, FYI. The guy who’s always on 221 in Roebuck was there again today. (Watch out for traffic lights out all the way down 221.)


As we began to realize both the severity and the massive scope of damage outside of Asheville, rumors started to run rampant. Some proved false – such as the church full of hundreds of people that were rescued weeks after the storm (the location changes depending on the post.) Since cell/data connection was still weak at best, popular video streaming services like TikTok and YouTube became hotbeds for viral content from “digital creators” who weren’t actually present on the ground in the affected areas.

Meanwhile – whether it was due to the active disaster conditions, or the ongoing election cycle – journalists were scarcely present across WNC, especially in rural areas far from the main interstates, which had been cleared within days of the storm (as best as could possibly be done in that timeframe.) This created an information void in the news media, which further fueled the misinformation fire.

Unfortunately, some of the horrifying details of what happened up in the mountains turned out to be true. It defied imagination.

10/2/24

Last thing I’m gonna say. And then by God I do need some sleep…

This post does an excellent job of telling you all what I couldn’t.

That if you aren’t hearing directly from people on the ground in this region, you aren’t hearing the true horror of what happened that morning. And the body count is going to be so much higher than anyone is prepared for. I’ve been plugged into sharing information because if I sit here in it, I just… cry.

Please pray for WNC.

Please send any support you can.

This is my favorite part of the world. This is the most beautiful place in the world. Oh, God… the scars will run so deep.

[the post in question]


10/2/24

I made my first supply run to Rutherford County today up 221.

Good news is the highway is pretty clear, but I wouldn’t risk it at night, and definitely more work needs to be done before it’s truly safe.

Roll your windows up before you cross the state line and leave them rolled up for several miles at least.

This part is going to be really, really gnarly. You don’t have to keep reading, but I still feel like it’s important to warn my own people downstream.

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The Broad River smells like bodies.

I looked it up – for my own sake – seems like dead bodies are not *supposed* to create a health hazard in the floodwaters, as long as we don’t go playing in it or drinking it.

You know, I did follow the Helene coverage all the way up to the f’ing weather radar as it approached, and I never though I’d be writing this status a week later while listening to sirens scream past for the fourth time since I got home two hours ago.

Nothing is okay right now. Everything else I’ve seen today, I’m still processing before I write it all down. DO NOT show up in WNC for any reason except to HELP. ๐Ÿšง



10/3/24

I believe there are two goals right now that are equally important for the immediate survival of WNC communities:

1. Restore infrastructure so it’s possible to reach everyone again.

2. Get essential supplies to those who cannot make it to a location to get them themselves.

And I have personally watched the crews, convoys, helicopters, headed up that way to make those goals happen. The speed they are moving at is INCREDIBLE. There is just such a massive, unimaginable amount of damage over such a widespread area… it’s as if an explosion hit WNC and ricocheted across every neighboring state.

That’s a lot of f’ing people across a massive, remote region. I’m not talking 100 people, I’m talking 100 TOWNS. These communities are completely inaccessible due to damaged roads that can’t even take a car right now without giving way, let alone trucks and convoys.

The first map below shows the roads, towns, and elevation in the mountains from the Great Smoky Mtns to Rutherford County. The second is a flat road map showing more land, including east TN and southwest VA. That STILL does not cover all of the seriously affected disaster areas. I’ve had some folks say “I need support for my friend, he’s in WNC -” these communities are hours apart from each other when the roads are even passable. Your friend’s situation might be very different depending on their actual location. There are 24 counties in western NC ALONE, and every single one has communities in need of immediate assistance.

The answer is to supply chain it. Here’s how it’s working:

Entire fleets of line trucks are fixing one area and immediately moving up to the next. Other workers are working around the clock just to keep them fed, locate problem sites to send crews to, or handle reports from those of us who have had fires and such from the electrical lines. (I credit a Duke Energy customer service rep with saving my flooded neighborhood from an electrical fire when 911 couldn’t.) The best thing anyone can do for their efforts is simply to stay out of their way and drive safely.

Large donation sites around the Carolinas and elsewhere are being moved by the freightload into WNC via air and newly repaired highways. (These groups really need monetary donations right now to keep up with the amount of fuel being used, too.) Locals who know the area REALLY F’ING WELL are usually the ones moving supplies to smaller, less accessible locations in smaller vehicles. If you got an off-road vehicle up there it is truly a moment to shine. I’ve missed the Jeep so much this week. I miss my Chevy Colorado.

NC and SC have NEVER been this badly damaged by a natural disaster in our lifetimes… and I’ve seen a lot of damage from a lot of storms, floods, fires. If you’ve seen this before on the coast, no, no you really haven’t. The vast majority of ya’ll have never seen or driven roads in such bad condition, so don’t f’ing risk it if you don’t already know the roads well. REALLY do not risk it at night. That’s not safe in the mountains in the best of conditions. Focus instead on getting supplies to people who can and will get it the last mile.


10/3/24

The entire nation NEEDS to know what happened here. You all need to know. This is SO much worse than just a bad storm.

[photos by The Homie Criket Media]


10/3/24

The lithium mine was never in Chimney Rock/Lake Lure. It’s in Kings Mountain, 80 miles away.

I know the conspiracy theories are more FUN than the updates from people on the ground.

I am begging you to stop sharing rumors from people who obviously don’t even know this area at all.

ETA: They do NOT build mines underneath lakes in flood zones… FFS.

ETAA: If you want to help Rutherford County and other stranded areas, here’s a supply drop location:

Fowler’s Resale Thrift Store

369 E Main St, Spindale, NC


10/5/24

I’m just gonna go ahead and tell my own Helene story before my brain breaks any further.

I live in Spartanburg, South Carolina, a beautiful city I love very much, nestled in the bosom of the Appalachian foothills.

When I was in college, I used to book and promote concerts in both Spartanburg and Charlotte, as well as Greenville SC, which are adjacent markets. Many, many of the artists I booked in Spartanburg came down from Asheville and WNC in general. Since most musicians in the city are food/bev or customer service workers, and it’s a pricey city with lots of competition for real estate, they tend to live in the surrounding towns around Asheville. And you should see them. Each of those tiny communities across WNC is so remarkably beautiful, unique, proud of its history, full of vibrant people and art and workmanship and traditions, just as all of Appalachia is if you take the time to truly explore.

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I love the land I live in so, so much, and everything about it, that back during the pandemic – and one of the hardest periods of my life, physically and mentally – I began to write a DnD campaign centered on a world based on WNC, SC, and the surrounding lands. In fact, I built the world first, knowing the story would be inspired later by it. And yes, the story came to life, in spurts and fits as art does and will.

I was inspired by the Dark Corner – the northwest region of South Carolina that resisted seceeding from the union, and assisted escaped slaves in making their way to freedom. The Quilt Stars you see on houses and barns along Highway 11, from Landrum to Pickens, were signs interpreted by escapees to find safe haven or avoid danger. They were later used by hobos coming up the Saluda Grade as well.

And God, I was inspired by a land they call Valhalla. The Saluda Grade is a steep slope through a windy mountain passage, Spartanburg Highway between Saluda and Tryon, along the Pacolet River and its stunning waterfalls. It was once the steepest and most dangerous railroad in America, connecting Asheville to Spartanburg, and even its construction was marred by tragedies and injustices. The railroad is now forever closed, and it is the most beautiful drive I have ever taken anywhere. I took it any time I could – but never at night – and I have taken many photos at the bridge over the falls. I don’t know if that bridge stands anymore. The road is completely closed off, and I’m certain it can’t be safe to attempt in a car. I’m not certain the road even exists anymore either.

And I was inspired by Lake Lure. There is this beautiful, tiny mountain lake resort village, formed by a dam where several rivers intersect in the valley. As you wind past Ingles up Highway 9, the mountains just peak a bit to give you a glimpse of the lake, before you pass another turn and the emerald curtains fully reveal the destination you’ve driven all that way for. The entire town exists along one narrow road that circles precariously along the cliff edges, snaking around lake homes on wooden stilts next to bouncing boats and patches of daylilies. Every restaurant, ice cream shack, and walking trail features stunning views of the lake and the mountains, especially the striking bald face of Chimney Rock. In those parts of the western NC mountains where no vegetation grows, for reasons even researchers cannot puzzle out, the Cherokee used to hold sacred rituals – in some places, they say you can still hear their songs on the night breeze. Their wisdom has been passed down to the people of this land, the same land that was taken from them, yet it is known to all that their spirits and traditions endure forever in the world’s oldest mountains.

I was hired over the summer to work at Fae Nectar. While I was working on my tabletop game, my favorite place without a doubt was sitting along the Broad River, staring up at the mountains, or strolling along the Lake Lure Flowering Bridge taking photos. Circumstances changed and I ended up taking a different job instead. But as for my own project, I had decided to center it on a little village I had created called Dragonlake Village. It was based on Lake Lure, Chimney Rock, East Flat Rock, Saluda, Tryon, Columbus, just how many of these places I love could I fit?? I was so set on putting the region itself into the game, even the NPCs are named after the roads. Peniel Arledge, the unicorn trainer. Otis Buckeye, the general store owner. The Flowering Bridge inspired a whole secret garden guild, which, it basically… I figured it was corny, but easier than coming up with new names, I guess…

And yes, of course, I put Spartanburg in there too. Because I love my city so much. I love the people here, I love the local businesses, I love the walking trail along Lawsons Fork Creek, which I also live just alongside, and even the animals that live here. I’ve always said the owls, groundhogs, snakes, cranes, and even that mean ol stray cat are my neighbors, too. And every time I get cabin fever and feel the itch to get out of town – or need to run an errand in NC, which is equally likely – I head up to Polk or Rutherford Counties usually. It’s become the place I just want to go when I’m stressed or upset, like a hand woven blanket, because it became so special to me during a very hard time in my life. And my roots run deep into Appalachia, and into the Carolinas; my great-great-uncle Bumby was part of the very first graduating class at the Cradle of Forestry, and applied that knowledge both to saving forest groves, and storing lumber for aircrafts during World War 1.

We are ONE community regardless of the state line. The store shelves in Tryon and Saluda are lined with local products from Spartanburg County, and the Hub City Farmers’ Market bustles every Saturday morning with farmers and craftsfolk from up in the mountains.

I’ve told my friends for years that these mountains call you and then they don’t let go, and they called me. I couldn’t bear to leave and now I know I never will. I still love you all so much.

I want you all to know and remember what these places were, and have hope in your hearts for what they will be again.

I can’t reach them anymore right now.

Nothing is stopping me but the land itself, the land I love.

I’m going to make a separate post to talk about the storm, and what it was like for us here in Spartanburg when the vortex hit.

Thank you for taking the time to read this.


10/5/24

This was my experience when Helene hit Western Carolina. Before, during, and after the vortex passed over my home at the bottom of the mountains.

You may not want to read it, and you certainly don’t have to.

But it is so important that the country knows what truly happened here.

Two days before Helene hit, the mountains were already flooding. And we heard she was just one more tropical storm we would be taking some wind and rain from.

We’d been receiving days’ worth of rain without much break, saturating the ground and swelling most rivers in the region to record highs for the time of year. Tree roots slipped through the cracks of eroded cliffsides and crashed to the ground below. EF1 tornadoes hit both Greenville and East Flat Rock in the days before Helene. Those are not even close locations.

Wednesday night, Biltmore Village in Asheville was underwater from flooding by the Swannanoa River. As downtowns flooded and power lines failed, the forecast for Helene changed.

Thursday around 1 am, I heard the morning birds chirp outside, every time it started to rain on and off. It was the first real red alarm I personally had. Those birds do not chirp until at the very least, 4 or 5 am. I think they were detecting something in the air pressure with the storm still more than 12 hours away from making landfall in Florida. The forecasts and spaghetti models still showed Helene heading west towards Kentucky. I worried for Westminster and Walhalla in SC. I worried for the additional rain we would take on 100% totally saturated ground.

Thursday morning, the dam at Lake Lure was at 9 feet and rising, generating local headlines and flood watches. Downtown Hendersonville was a lake at Spartanburg Highway, completely impassable. People thought Helene had already arrived, especially if their power had gone out and/or they didn’t have much cell service where they were.

I was working from home that day. The creek behind my home had swelled to a raging river that threatened to overflow its banks. I told my neighbor it would; she gave me a strange look. I could see the water running off the ground in sheets. I called my partner and was fairly insistent he needed to come home before the flooding got worse here. I moved my car to the other side of the parking lot and took out anything I considered valuable, but I left my tiny Raidho charm. I spent the rest of the day taking things off of the porch.

As the waters streamed down all those beautiful rocky waterfalls we love in the mountains, the cliffs crumbled. And the forecast for Helene changed.

I need you to understand how pitch black the mountains are at night, at even the best of times – and even when the lights are on.

Thursday night, the Lake Lure dam had risen from 9 to 27 feet, according to the reporters. Downwater flood alarms were blaring at my some of my closest friends that it was no longer safe to be where they were. I told people to get to the safest place they could and pray, just as Helene was making landfall in Big Bend, Florida. The wind had not picked up yet – just constant, unending rain. I relied on my windchimes to tell me when the hurricane had arrived.

…At some point, I slept.

I woke around 1 am. The storm was passing over Augusta. I found USGS water monitoring sites upstream and downstream of me, which were reporting incremental data every hour. Every single river I found in WNC by that time was flowing at record highs for the time of year. Every. Single. One.

At 2:30 am the huge, beautiful oak and pine trees all around me began to snap. Most of these were located along Lawsons Fork Creek and battered by floodwaters.

At 3 am I believed the vortex was heading straight for us in Spartanburg, looking at the radar.

By 3:30 am I was certain.

I don’t remember what time the warnings came to evacuate Lake Lure and the entire Swannanoa River basin, running along Highway 64. There is only one tiny, precarious, two-lane road that circles the cliffsides around the lake, stretching east and west along 64, and south along 9. I remember initially typing out a warning for people to avoid Highway 9 because the downstream flooding. Then I checked Google Maps. Highway 9 was the only way out of the town, attempting an hour-long journey along lakes and sprawling farmland all the way to Spartanburg. I do not know how many people attempted to escape or if they made it out.

Meanwhile, I took the rest of everything off my porch. By 4 am my partner woke up to me wrestling with the wind to haul a bicycle inside. I got almost everything in but the 200-pound rocking chair, and a set of windchimes I couldn’t safely reach due to the winds picking up. The sound of trees snapping became more frequent. The wind pulled my storm door off the track at some point.

Starting about 5:15 to 5:30 am last Friday, Helene was the most violent storm I ever lived through.

The river raged at our backs and nipped at the heels of our buildings’ lower levels as the water ran down in sheets, and the winds in the distance looked like tornado strength to me, though I never witnessed a funnel cloud. The tornado sirens went off at some point. And somehow, for maybe an hour or two, I slept.

At 7:15 I woke up just before the power went out. I texted my boss that unfortunately I wouldn’t be making it into work anyway, as I could hear the river from my bed. She begged me not to even attempt it. The news later showed a car being rescued off the bridge that leads to my job. I’m not sure at what point our roads were blocked by the falling trees.

Somehow I slept again. I asked my partner to wake me up if anything crazy happened. I’d done all I could by that point. When I woke, it was a beautiful early autumn day, and all hell had broken lose in Spartanburg.

Before we lost most, thankfully not all, data and cellular communications, we had two last warnings:

1. The Lake Lure dam failure was imminent.

2. 911 communications were down.

The way Lawsons Fork Creek was flooding, I falsely believed the dam had already failed. I also believed floodwaters from the mountains would be coming later to swell the river even further. In reality, we were looking at those mountain floodwaters – especially from Valhalla and the Saluda Gorge – and thank God Almighty the Lake Lure dam held despite predictions, sparing the residents downstream.

Spartanburg was not in good shape.

Most power was out. Most roads were blocked. It took them hours to clear ours. It is a priority road. People immediately flocked to damaged streets with power lines dangling over them, driving underneath precariously perched poles (East Main Street ๐Ÿ˜’) to run on groceries and gasoline at the only functioning businesses for miles. I walked the neighborhood with a few neighbors and we got snacks at the corner store, which deserves a medal for their efforts by the way. We gawker at the flooding river. The Greenway was completely gone, brown waters gurgling over the pedestrian bridge that normally sits 20 feet above them. The neighboring apartment complex had flooded buildings.

When they attempted to restore power to our lines, they short circuited in multiple locations next to the river, setting trees on fire behind them. It took me 4 tries to reach 911 on the 864 number they were using. By that time I was running up the hill towards Main Street to flag down help.

The dispatcher mocked me instead of sending help, a truly jarring experience as a security guard who’s been involved in tons of 911 calls. I hung up, called back, and got the same dispatcher, who never did send help. Another neighbor managed to reach a different dispatcher. The fire truck came, left with the wires still on fire, and said it was Duke’s problem. I fought with the limited data and cellular reception to find a Duke customer service number, and as the wires continued to ignite in front of my neighborhood, I managed to put in a 911 urgent service ticket. Like corporate IT. Their system was too backlogged to generate an update, but at some point, the sparks stopped, and I believe they finally turned off electricity to those cables.

When I couldn’t get an update, I decided to brave the roads to reach the police station. Poles at 45 degree angles hanging above the road. A car swerved impatiently around me, nearly plowing into a live wire that was dangling in the middle of St John Street. Intersections were a free-for-all. The police station was locked, and although an officer saw me in front of the building and pulled around back, he did not approach me and eventually I just gave up, went home, prayed about it.

About WNC, initially, we only knew two things:

1. ALL roads in WNC were now closed.

2. Chimney Rock no longer stood.

It was unthinkable, the entire village that sits along 64 just below Lake Lure had been taken out by a massive landslide. 100% of buildings were destroyed or severely damaged. Every business was lost, every one of them focused on tourism.

Hearing about the Lake Lure Flowering Bridge was the first time I cried. Now I wonder if the bridge took impact that otherwise would have caused the Lake Lure dam to fail. The Flowering Bridge saved many, many lives and was sacrificed in the process. But I have learned that every time a tree falls, something new will grow in its place.

For days, we had very little power anywhere in the neighborhood, and we’re extremely lucky it was close by at all. Roads were too dangerous to attempt unless it was imperative. We all got used to driving over and under live wires, through paths carved out in fallen tree trunks, and judging each other’s intentions at traffic intersections. We charged our phones in cafes while cursing the cell service.

And then around Monday, I think, as some of us were headed to our jobs just to feel halfway normal, we started to see the updates from our friends I Asheville as they regained data communication via satellites. They were cries for help, accompanied by the most drastic flooding we’d ever imagined in Asheville. Some of our friends had not had power or water in 6-8 days.

Every single person I know in the Upstate has some kind of deep ties to the mountains. And we are a people who value helping your neighbor, helping one another, and there is no possible way we could leave our loved ones stranded in such desperate conditions.

But we couldn’t reach them.

And as more and more photos and posts trickled in, the true horror of what had happened in the mountains began to unfold for each of us.

Please protect yourself before you read what I’m going to tell you. ESPECIALLY if you are from this region and you love this community like I do.

This should be considered not just a mass casualty, but a mass mass casualty incident.

When the rivers flooded, and the highways were washed out, people were simply trapped. Many on their roofs. Entire communities of homes were ripped away by the flooding. Their houses were completely submerged by 28 FEET of water in some places, carrying homes off of their foundations and dragging the structures for miles down what was usually a gentle current.

The lists of missing people feature the names of entire families, and there are far, far more than a few hundred that we have lost here. Those numbers are being severely underreported by their county Sheriffs. I see the updates every day on ABC13, the local WNC news.

In some parts of WNC, bodies have piled up at the bottoms of cliffs. They have also been found in trees, carried high above the ground by the flooding. And I have smelled the death from the Broad River when they finally drained the Lake Lure dam days later. The Sheriffs know. Their 911 operators definitely know. They’ve told residents they are overwhelmed with taking care of the living, and… there are just too many of those reports to handle in meantime, apparently.

I have learned, and it is awful to come to terms with, that it is standard protocol in natural disasters to focus efforts on the living instead of digging mass graves. Because the decay won’t create an additional biohazard. The water is already clearly not drinkable. I have personal convictions that make this so hard to come to terms with, but I also believe the spirits of the lost will want us to keep their communities alive with every effort we can provide. And every time a tree falls, something new grows in its place…

And as the people around me here in the Upstate have each gradually become aware of the true scope of the tragedy that took place on the morning of Friday, September 27, in the most beautiful place in the world, we have made the unspoken agreement to band together for our neighbors up north. Whether it’s been evacuating loved ones, cutting down trees with chainsaws, riding from holler to holler on dirt bike to check on residents, or moving supplies up to communities that have lost… everything. And experienced hell beyond what we can ever comprehend.

This is very hard to be involved in. I’ve been in constant tears, mood swings, unable to sleep or eat, and I’m not even in the trenches like they are. But everyone who knows, simply cannot turn away from people in the greatest need. Many highways are completely inaccessible, many infrastructure systems are completely demolished. The immediate need is to locate stranded survivors, and either get them out or get them resources before the cold sets in. There is also going to be an ongoing need throughout the holidays and the winter for clean water, food, clothing, PPE, and… everything. When I ask up there what is needed I am told “Everything.”

Volunteers and FEMA MUST work together somehow to keep these people alive over the winter.

And if all you’re doing is holding it down at home for your people – or for yourself – you are doing so much good, and you should be so proud, and continue to hold it down. If you aren’t, reach out to somebody, because the question on everyone’s lips around here is “How can I help?”

If you are able to help provide resources to the people of the Western Carolinas, by God, please do. I will never ask you for anything more important in my life.

I never knew so many of my neighbors were heroes.

Thank you for reading, God bless all ya’ll, and stay safe always. ๐Ÿ™โค


10/5/24

I hate doing this.

I am not physically or mentally in a position right now to make today’s supply run like I wanted to. I’m risking an accident if I run it right now. I will probably have to do this tomorrow. I need to eat and sleep and not risk an accident. We can’t afford to waste emergency resources or block a road.

I’m going to try again tomorrow.


And that was just the first week after the storm.
It was around this time we got power back at home.