As a very recent transplant to Mount Airy, NC, I field one question every day. “Why did you pick this town?” The inquisitors are generally locals who are curious why someone would move from the bustling Raleigh/Durham scene to what is, unquestionably, the kitschiest small town in America. My response: Research. My husband and I traveled a lot, to most small towns in NC, searching for a place to kick off our shoes. The first time we came to Mount Airy we were hooked, through the lip, like an unexpected bystander at a fly-fishing competition. With every successive visit, we were reeled in a bit more, until we anxiously and joyfully joined the other fish that call this home. SPLASH!
So, why a blog? Because I want to share this place! The vintage signs, mountains, the festivals, the locals, the restaurants, the shops, the music, the FLAVOR that elevates Mount Airy beyond the birthplace of Andy Griffith; beyond the Maybery it inspired; beyond the preconceptions of small town America. If you are local, I hope this “Does you proud.” If you are not, just kick your shoes off, and follow along like you are. I’ll grab the sweet tea…!