Once you become acquainted with western North Carolina, you start to think of it like an old friend. Maybe it’s the sound of the afternoon rain cooling the vibrant forests; the sweet, tangy morsels of classic barbeque on your lips; the sound of the fiddle dancing through the air, traversing decades of backyard gatherings; the lush, humble beauty that immerses you the minute you step foot into the hollers; the blooming of the mountain laurel and the streams so clear you can see the color of every stone at the bottom; or the clean, pure air entering your lungs as you pedal under pristine, green canopy. Whatever the call may be, your old friend is waiting for you.