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  • The Lost Towns of Appalachia, The Forgotten Mountain Communities

    The Lost Towns of Appalachia, The Forgotten Mountain Communities

    The Appalachian Mountains have always carried an air of mystery. Their slopes hold mist in the mornings, and their valleys seem to echo with old voices. In the shadows of those ridges lie towns that time has nearly erased. Houses lean under moss and ivy, sidewalks vanish into soil, and church steeples rise above forests that have taken back their own.

    These are the lost towns of Appalachia, once thriving communities that grew with promise and faded into silence. Each one tells a story of struggle, labor, and memory, where human dreams met the unyielding reality of mountain life. Many of these places now stand as haunting reminders of a past shaped by coal mining, isolation, and resilience.

    The Birth of the Company Towns

    During the early twentieth century, the demand for coal transformed the Appalachian landscape. Mining companies arrived from faraway cities, carving rail lines through the wilderness and creating entire coal mining towns almost overnight. A typical Appalachian company town appeared within weeks. Rows of simple wooden houses lined the hillsides, a general store carried company goods, and a school and church sat proudly near the center.

    Coal fueled America’s progress, and the Appalachian region became its heart. Towns like Thurmond in West Virginia, Lone Mountain in Kentucky, and Clinchco in Virginia once pulsed with industry and hope. Steam whistles signaled the start and end of each workday, while the rumble of coal trains echoed through the hollows. Children played barefoot in cinder yards, mothers hung laundry scented with coal smoke, and men returned home with the day’s dust clinging to their clothes.

    For families in these mining towns, life was hard yet full of pride. They worked the earth and built tight-knit communities that stood together through every season. Each home, each church, and each school became a testament to endurance and faith in the promise of the mountains.

    Decline and Departure

    The decline of these Appalachian coal towns came quietly and then all at once. As mines began to run dry or became too costly to operate, jobs disappeared. Automation and changing energy markets took away livelihoods that had supported generations. Companies closed their offices, trains stopped running, and stores shuttered their doors.

    Whole towns vanished in a matter of years. Families packed their few belongings into old cars and left behind the houses they had built with their own hands. Schools grew empty. Churches fell silent. In some hollows, a handful of families stayed, watching as nature reclaimed what industry had abandoned.

    Rain washed the soot from rooftops, vines crept up old porches, and the forest returned with quiet patience. The echoes of human life lingered in the sound of the wind moving through the trees.

    Echoes in the Forest

    A walk through these Appalachian ghost towns today feels like stepping into a forgotten world. The crunch of gravel beneath your boots might be the remains of a main street. A pile of bricks could have been a bank or a corner store. The soft whistle of wind through broken windows carries the faintest sound of laughter, the hum of a coal train, or the rhythm of a church hymn once sung in harmony.

    Dogwoods bloom where children once played. Rusted bridges stretch across creeks that miners used to cross at dawn. The scent of pine needles and damp earth fills the air, mingling with traces of memory that seem to rise from the ground itself.

    These abandoned communities of Appalachia reveal the truth that nature never forgets. It does not destroy; it simply restores. The silence feels like reverence, a reminder that the mountains endure long after human ambition fades.

    Towns That Time Forgot

    Across Appalachia, countless names survive only in memory or on faded road signs along forgotten highways.

    Thurmond, West Virginia: Once a bustling rail town that handled millions of tons of coal each year, it now stands as one of the best-preserved ghost towns in the region. Visitors can still walk its narrow streets and imagine the lives that once filled them.

    Kaymoor, West Virginia: Perched on the cliffs of the New River Gorge, this former mining town closed in the 1960s. Wooden stairs still descend toward the ruins of the old tipple, where iron and timber mingle with moss and silence.

    Cumberland, Virginia: Flood control projects swallowed entire neighborhoods here, leaving only the memory of homes beneath the water. Families still gather each summer to share stories of the place that once was.

    Elkhorn City, Kentucky: Once a lively hub for rail workers, it now wears a quieter face. Empty storefronts line the streets where dance halls and theaters once echoed with laughter and music.

    Each of these Appalachian ghost towns holds a fragment of history. Together they form a mosaic of courage, struggle, and loss that defines the story of the mountains.

    The People Who Remember

    Though many towns have disappeared, the memories remain alive in the hearts of those who once called them home. Family albums hold black-and-white photos of men covered in coal dust and women standing proudly on front porches. In kitchens across Appalachia, jars of mining scrip and rusted tools sit beside old letters and postcards.

    Elders tell stories of communities that thrived on hard work and friendship. They speak of Saturday night dances, church picnics, and the steady rhythm of life before the last whistle blew.

    Some descendants return each year to visit what remains of their family’s homes. They sit in folding chairs among the trees, share lunches, and speak the names of those who came before them. Through these gatherings, they keep their heritage alive.

    Local historians and volunteers now document these stories through oral histories, digital archives, and walking tours. Each recorded voice adds another thread to the fabric of Appalachian history, ensuring that these lost communities are never truly forgotten.

    Preservation and Rediscovery

    Interest in Appalachian ghost towns has grown among historians, photographers, and explorers. Hikers venture deep into the hills to find rusted mining equipment, forgotten cemeteries, and crumbling foundations hidden beneath vines.

    Preservation is not easy. Harsh weather, remote terrain, and limited resources make restoration difficult. Yet those who work to preserve these towns see it as a calling. They know that every remnant tells a story of labor, love, and perseverance.

    By protecting these sites, Appalachia safeguards more than old structures. It protects a living memory. Every beam of wood and every stone foundation stands as proof that these communities mattered, that they helped build the foundation of modern America.

    What the Silence Teaches

    To stand in an abandoned Appalachian coal town is to stand between two worlds. The forest hums with life, while beneath the soil lie the traces of human effort and hope. The silence speaks of endurance and renewal.

    These lost towns are not simply ruins; they are lessons in humility. They remind us that every community rises, falls, and leaves something behind. They whisper that the mountains are eternal, patient observers of human history.

    When you walk among the remnants, you feel a deep connection to those who came before. Their stories live on in the wind, in the water, and in the quiet heartbeat of the land.

    A Living Legacy

    The mountains remember everything.
    Each ridge and holler holds the memory of those who carved a life from stone and timber, who raised children under the glow of kerosene lamps, and who built towns that once shined with purpose.

    Though trains no longer roll through these valleys and the houses stand empty, the spirit of Appalachia remains alive. It moves in the rustle of leaves, in the creak of bridges, in the faint outline of foundations seen from mountain trails.

    The lost towns of Appalachia still breathe through the stories of those who cherish them. They teach us that even as time moves forward, memory endures. The song of the mountains continues, carried by anyone who listens closely to the hills.

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  • Who Owns Appalachia? Outside Ownership and Land Exploitation

    Who Owns Appalachia? Outside Ownership and Land Exploitation

    Appalachia carries a long running legacy of extraction. Coal seams, timber stands, gas deposits and fertile valleys attracted waves of investment across two centuries. Ownership patterns established during that era continue to shape who holds power in the region, who gains wealth from resources, and who bears environmental and economic harms. This report traces ownership structures, quantifies the reach of corporate and absentee holdings, and explains how those arrangements influence local political authority, public revenue and persistent poverty.

    A foundational survey conducted by the Appalachian Land Ownership Task Force in 1979 and 1980 mapped ownership across multiple Appalachian states. The research found that corporations held roughly forty percent of the surface land measured and controlled about seventy percent of the mineral rights in the sampled counties. The authors recorded that a majority of mineral rights and a large proportion of surface acres were owned by entities located outside the counties surveyed. Those patterns returned stark conclusions about limited local control over land and a severe mismatch between local needs and who benefits from resource extraction.

    The concentration of mineral rights in corporate hands matters because of the legal concept known as a split estate. Under a split estate, surface ownership can belong to one party while the rights to oil coal or natural gas below the surface belong to another. Companies that own mineral rights often have legal authority to extract resources even when a different family holds the surface. That arrangement creates recurring tensions. Surface owners can face disruption to homes water supplies and farmland while royalty checks and wages flow to absent owners who value the asset for extraction. The 1981 study stressed that when mineral owners come from outside the locality the incentives for long term community investment decline and the capacity of local governments to fund services remains constrained.

    Absentee ownership describes a second, related phenomenon. Large swaths of land across Appalachian counties became controlled by investors based in other states or countries. The 1981 survey recorded that nearly three quarters of the surface acres and four fifths of the mineral estate were absentee owned in the counties examined. Corporations and absentee private owners hold parcels for timber production resource extraction and speculative resale. Local residents face a landscape where available land for building homes for agricultural use or for local economic development is scarce because significant portions remain in the hands of outside entities. That scarcity reduces local tax bases and compresses municipal budgets for school roads and health infrastructure.

    Tax policy amplifies the displacement of benefit away from communities where extraction occurs. Owners of mineral rights often pay property taxes calculated on production formulas or enjoy tax incentives that yield effective tax payments of a few cents per acre in many cases. When revenues from extraction escape the county in which production occurs local governments confront high service demands coupled with weak revenue streams. Academic reviews and investigative reporting have documented how tax treatment of large corporate holdings leaves counties dependent on diminished payments while environmental remediation and infrastructure costs accumulate locally. The imbalance produces long term pressure on families who must bear the social and ecological consequences with limited public supports.

    Ownership concentration has evolved over time rather than vanishing. Recent decades introduced new waves of capital including private equity and hedge funds that acquired coal assets after bankruptcies of traditional mining companies. Wall Street activity in Appalachian coal markets altered the risk landscape for workers and for communities. Large corporate transactions and leveraged buyouts generated short term liquidity for sellers while transferring environmental liabilities and wage volatility to the public and to employees. Several high profile bankruptcies removed thousands of jobs and left behind reclamation obligations whose bond coverage proves inadequate in many cases. The result consists in fewer local owners with reduced capacity to shape how land development proceeds.

    The economic consequences reach into household welfare. Studies that examine the relationship between natural resource abundance and economic outcomes in rural America find complex dynamics. Extraction-driven growth can deliver episodic income and peaks in employment during booms. Long run trends show slower diversified development because capital flows concentrate on extraction activities rather than on local enterprises. Counties with heavy reliance on mined resources experience higher volatility in employment and often record lower measures of education attainment and median household income relative to diversified areas. Where absentee and corporate ownership limit the number of locally accountable landholders the cycle compounds.

    Environmental externalities drive additional costs that fall on local people. Mountaintop removal coal mining in parts of southern West Virginia Kentucky and Tennessee removed whole ridgelines to reach coal seams. The method increased coal yield per acre for operators while increasing downstream flooding erosion and water contamination risks for residents. When corporate owners abandon or shrink operations states and federal agencies must address reclamation and water treatment. Bonding regimes that companies provide often cover a fraction of the true cleanup cost. Recent assessments indicate that reclamation bonds in certain states cover a minority portion of estimated liabilities. In practical terms counties and households frequently absorb the expense of degraded water supplies reduced agricultural productivity and increased health care burdens.

    Ownership patterns affect political power and governance. Corporations with large land holdings exercise influence through campaign contributions lobbying and informal pressure on regulatory agencies. When mineral and surface ownership concentrate in a small set of corporate owners local elected officials face incentives to prioritize short term job retention over stringent environmental controls. Absentee ownership weakens civic participation linked to place tied stewardship and long term planning. Scholars who revisited the Appalachian Land Ownership Study after twenty five years concluded that concentrated and absentee ownership continued to reduce municipal fiscal capacity and limited the community ability to pursue housing and economic diversification projects.

    The human story sits at the center of these structures. Generations of families in coal towns timber communities and farming hollows experienced displacement when companies exercised mineral rights or when whole company towns closed. Evictions from company housing mass layoffs and erosion of community institutions formed patterns of social dislocation. Elderly people living on fixed incomes faced property taxes on surface lots with little capacity to attract new buyers. Younger residents confronted shrinking labor markets and limited housing opportunities when large tracts remained under absentee control. Surveys and oral histories record how residents equate land ownership with dignity and with capacity to influence local affairs. The presence of outside owners with primary interest in extraction erodes those local sources of power and resilience.

    Reform proposals range from policy adjustments to community driven land reacquisition. Adjusting severance tax structures and closing loopholes in property tax treatment would increase funds available to counties for schools roads and environmental monitoring. Stronger reclamation bonding requirements and legal mechanisms to ensure that liabilities remain with companies through ownership transfers would reduce the risk of abandoned liabilities. Land trusts community land banks and cooperative ownership models present paths through which local groups can regain control of parcels for housing agriculture and conservation. Successful community acquisition requires capital sources and legal clarity concerning mineral estate rights to ensure surface restoration and durable stewardship.

    Promising examples exist where communities reclaimed agency over land. Coalfield organizing groups alongside regional nonprofit partners purchased former mining parcels and implemented restoration forestry and community solar projects. Local initiatives converted former surface mine lands into parks and productive enterprises after securing funding from philanthropic sources state grants and federal programs. Those efforts illustrate that ownership transformation stands within reach when capital policy and community organizing align. Scaling those models across the Appalachian region demands sustained public investment and legal reforms that align incentives toward long term land care instead of transient extraction gains.

    Measurement remains a central challenge. Accurate land records present gaps in many counties because of historical fragmentation of mineral estates and inconsistent record keeping across state lines. Fractionated or severed mineral interests accumulate over generations when heirs inherit undivided shares across multiple lines. That fragmentation complicates both taxation and reclamation enforcement. Researchers emphasize that improved transparency in land and mineral records would empower policymakers and communities to craft targeted interventions. Publicly accessible land registries and mapping efforts would show where corporate holdings concentrate and where community acquisition or conservation funds would yield the strongest public returns.

    Ownership in Appalachia shapes who enjoys the revenue from nature who makes decisions about land use and who must live with long term harms. Concentrated corporate holdings and absentee ownership produced structural barriers to local prosperity across decades. Legal arrangements that separate surface and subsurface rights magnified those barriers by allowing extraction without concurrent local control. Recent financial shifts altered ownership forms while leaving many of the underlying governance challenges unresolved. Remedies exist through tax reform stronger bonding rules improved public records and community led land purchase programs. Those pathways require political will and sustained funding. The stakes remain high for families and communities who seek an Appalachian future that balances economic opportunity environmental health and local control over the land their ancestors occupied.

    For readers interested in primary sources the Appalachian Land Ownership Task Force reports and subsequent academic reviews provide detailed county level data. Investigative reporting and state policy analyses offer contemporary accounts of how ownership shifts influence employment remediation and public finance. Together those sources document a clear pattern. When ownership sits far from the place where resources originate the benefits flow outward while the costs concentrate locally. Addressing that imbalance requires aligning legal economic and fiscal systems with the long-term interests of Appalachian communities.

    -Tim Carmichael

  • Appalachia Killed the Hillbilly

    Appalachia Killed the Hillbilly

    The world mocked the hillbilly until the hillbilly vanished. What replaced him smiled on camera, quoted Faulkner, wore vintage denim, and told stories that sold. The accent softened. The hands came clean. People called it progress. It felt more like disappearance.

    Every generation in these hills carries the weight of ridicule. The word “hillbilly” once stood for stubborn pride, for people who carved homes into slopes that outsiders could not name on a map. Then it became a punchline. By the time the country started asking who the hillbilly really was, he had already been driven underground by shame and exhaustion.

    I grew up hearing that word in two tones. When family used it, it sounded like affection, a way to laugh at ourselves before anyone else could. When outsiders said it, the same word came sharp, dipped in judgment. It meant ignorant, lazy, unwashed. It meant less than human. You could hear that tone in the voices on television, in jokes at the grocery store, in the classroom when kids from the city wanted to make someone feel small.

    The label took root in the late nineteenth century. Reporters from northern newspapers came south hunting for curiosities after the Civil War. They found isolated communities with their own speech, music, and customs, and wrote about them as relics from an older world. “Hillbilly” appeared in print by the 1890s, a mixture of “hill” and “Billy,” the common man. It caught on fast because it gave urban readers an easy stereotype. A people turned into entertainment.

    Then came the coal boom. By 1920, mines across Kentucky, West Virginia, and Tennessee drew thousands of families from nearby farms. They built towns around company stores and worked daylight to dark. The industry created wealth measured in railcars of black rock, but most of that money never stayed. Coal companies owned the land, the housing, the stores, even the schools. They kept wages in company scrip and called it opportunity. When the seams ran thin, the same companies left behind empty buildings and poisoned creeks. Appalachia kept the blame.

    During those years, the hillbilly myth hardened into national culture. Hollywood and radio painted the hills as wild, funny, dangerous, or backward. The Beverly Hillbillies turned poverty into sitcom comfort. Deliverance turned fear of rural violence into art. Even later portrayals like O Brother, Where Art Thou? played with the same tension between ridicule and romance. The country learned to consume the image while ignoring the people.

    By the late twentieth century, writers and musicians from the region tried to reclaim the word. They said the hillbilly represented independence and resilience. The Carter Family sang it. Loretta Lynn lived it. In their voices you could still hear the echo of people who survived isolation and hard labor with pride intact. Yet by the twenty-first century, many young Appalachians wanted distance from that history. They moved to cities for education or work and learned to smooth their voices. The word hillbilly embarrassed them. It felt like an anchor holding them to a place the rest of the country refused to see clearly.

    That shame worked its way into every conversation about progress. Politicians promised to bring Appalachia into the modern age, as though the people here waited frozen in time. Development meant leaving the past behind. Even local leaders began to speak in the language of marketing, calling the region “the new frontier of opportunity.” The hillbilly no longer fit inside that narrative. He carried too much dirt on his boots.

    I have watched friends build careers around Appalachian storytelling. Some grew up here, others came later and fell in love with the landscape. Their projects attract attention, funding, and praise from national outlets. They post photographs of cabins, fog over the ridges, cast-iron skillets, fiddle tunes at dusk. The imagery works because it feels safe, nostalgic, picturesque. Yet something crucial slips away in that polish. The rough humor, the quiet anger, the refusal to flatter authority. The voice that once told hard truths gets replaced by one trained to please an audience far from the mountains.

    The hillbilly did not vanish in a single moment. He faded through a series of trade-offs. To earn respect, we softened our speech. To win investment, we dressed up our poverty. To keep outsiders listening, we edited our story until it fit their expectations. Each concession made sense at the time. Each one cost a little more of the raw honesty that once defined mountain life.

    Some say the change brought dignity. Education expanded. Women gained more opportunities. The arts scene in places like Asheville and Berea flourished. Broadband reached towns that had waited decades for connection. Those are real victories. Yet progress also came with a quiet fear: if we speak in our old voices, will anyone take us seriously? That question lingers in classrooms and council meetings across the hills. It shapes who tells the region’s stories and how they are told.

    I met a retired miner last spring in eastern Kentucky who laughed when I asked what he thought about the new Appalachian image. “They made us pretty,” he said. “We never needed pretty. We needed fair.” He remembered when the local paper printed letters in mountain dialect, when radio hosts sounded like neighbors, when pride came from work rather than presentation. “Now folks act like we should apologize for being poor,” he said. “We worked harder than any of them.”

    That conversation stayed with me because it captured the contradiction at the heart of modern Appalachia. The region wants recognition, investment, and respect, yet it still fears ridicule. To solve that, many try to control the narrative. Universities host conferences on Appalachian identity. Nonprofits fund documentaries about resilience. These efforts matter, yet they often frame the people here as a cultural project rather than a living community. The hillbilly becomes a case study rather than a neighbor.

    Writers like Silas House, bell hooks, and Denise Giardina have wrestled with this tension. They write about belonging without sentimentality, about faith and labor and love that endure beyond stereotype. Their work reminds readers that the region never needed outsiders to define it. Still, publishing and media industries decide which voices reach national attention. The accents that survive through editing belong to those who learned how to translate themselves.

    The disappearance of the hillbilly mirrors a broader American trend. Rural identities everywhere face pressure to conform to urban norms. Authentic speech, faith, and humor shrink under professional polish. The difference is that Appalachia served as the country’s testing ground for that transformation. For more than a century, it offered a convenient otherness through which the nation measured progress. Now the region faces a choice between being understood and being genuine.

    Every culture evolves, and no one should romanticize hardship or ignorance. Yet when a people erase the traits that gave them character in exchange for acceptance, something vital disappears. The hillbilly once stood for self-reliance, loyalty, and defiance. Those values built communities that survived exploitation, floods, and neglect. When we abandon that voice to please the outside world, we risk losing more than a label. We lose the rhythm of thought that shaped our endurance.

    Appalachia did not kill the hillbilly out of cruelty. It happened through fatigue. After decades of ridicule, people grew tired of defending themselves. Reinvention felt like relief. The problem lies in what came afterward: a version of Appalachia that fits into marketing campaigns and tourism brochures but rarely speaks from the gut. When every story must end in uplift, truth turns quiet.

    Still, the old voice surfaces when least expected. You hear it in gospel harmonies rising from small-town churches, in union meetings where retired miners debate pensions, in the laughter of women swapping stories on porch swings. It lives in the rhythm of everyday speech, in the unguarded honesty of people who never stopped calling themselves hillbillies because they never needed permission.

    The future of the region may depend on how that voice evolves. Younger generations are already reshaping it through new music, writing, and film that refuse both pity and polish. They tell stories rooted in anger, humor, and grace. They understand that pride does not come from cleaning the accent off your tongue. It comes from speaking plainly, even when the world misunderstands you.

    The hillbilly may have been declared dead, yet his spirit waits inside anyone who refuses to perform for approval. Appalachia has a habit of outliving its obituaries. The voice that built the region still lingers beneath the surface, ready to speak again once the applause fades. The task now is simple and hard at the same time: remember who we were before we learned to apologize.

    -Tim Carmichael

  • Why Artificial Intelligence Might Finally See Appalachia the Way Washington Never Could

    Why Artificial Intelligence Might Finally See Appalachia the Way Washington Never Could

    I grew up in a region of Western North Carolina that confuses data. For generations, Washington has treated Appalachian life as a tangle of poverty statistics and romantic folklore. The government-built programs on those numbers and headlines, yet the real patterns that shape this place, how money flows through a county, how speech carries meaning, how neighbors adapt to loss, remain invisible inside spreadsheets. The future that might finally capture those hidden truths is not a new agency or another study. It is a machine that learns.

    Artificial intelligence trains itself on patterns most human systems overlook. That trait alone gives it an edge in understanding Appalachia. When you feed a learning model the right information such as local business records, weather data, or oral history transcripts, it begins to notice rhythms that federal analysts have missed for a century. A neural network has no reason to favor a lobby or a voting bloc. It watches, correlates, and reveals.

    For decades, economists in Washington have measured Appalachian success by coal output or federal aid levels. Each metric flattens entire communities into single numbers. Meanwhile, the region’s informal economies, cash labor, bartering, and family care networks, barely register on government reports. An AI trained on digital traces such as mobile transactions, satellite imagery, and local social data could map those hidden exchanges. It could show that a cluster of garage mechanics, roadside produce stands, and Etsy sellers form an ecosystem of survival. That evidence would contradict the lazy narrative that calls the area stagnant.

    Dialect models might go even further. Appalachian English has long been mocked or studied as a curiosity rather than a living code. Language models can now recognize structure, variation, and evolution across dialects. Feed them recordings from Letcher County to Boone and they reveal linguistic richness equal to any university corpus. Such insight could shift cultural respect. When a machine displays statistical proof that Appalachian grammar follows consistent logic, it challenges generations of educators who treated that speech as broken. Recognition at that level would empower teachers and students who have carried shame for speaking the way their grandparents did.

    AI can also visualize resilience. Imagine models that trace how communities reorganize after mine closures. Government reports see unemployment rates. A learning system can follow social media activity, housing data, and migration patterns to chart adaptation in real time. It could highlight counties where residents invent new work structures faster than policymakers assume. That data could redirect funding toward innovation rather than emergency relief.

    Skeptics worry about surveillance and exploitation, and those concerns matter. Appalachia has seen too many outsiders extract its resources, stories, and dignity. The same could happen with data. Yet the tools themselves are neutral until directed. Local control over AI training could flip the script. A community owned dataset curated by Appalachian universities, libraries, and cooperatives would let the region study itself on its own terms. The code may come from Silicon Valley, though the insight would belong to the hills.

    Consider healthcare. Clinics across the mountains collect fragmented records. A well trained AI could merge them to reveal regional trends invisible to national averages. It could predict where diabetes or addiction spikes will occur months in advance, allowing intervention before crisis. Federal policy has long responded to Appalachian suffering after the fact. Predictive models could finally let the region lead its own prevention.

    Education might gain similar benefits. Algorithms that analyze local student performance can adapt learning tools to dialect, culture, and internet access. A child in rural Kentucky deserves content that matches her context, not lessons copied from suburban Virginia. A model that studies how Appalachian students learn, what metaphors resonate, how family work schedules affect homework time, could design instruction materials with local soul. That level of customization would surpass anything Washington’s standardized tests ever offered.

    Even environmental planning could change. Mountain ecosystems respond to mining scars, rainfall shifts, and forest regrowth in complex ways. AI can integrate satellite data, sensor readings, and field reports to simulate future landscapes. Instead of waiting for disasters, communities could forecast landslides, floods, and soil recovery decades ahead. Decision makers would gain a map drawn from living data rather than outdated surveys.

    Skepticism remains healthy. Machines reflect the values of those who build them. If outsiders train Appalachian models through a deficit lens seeking failure and confirming stereotypes, the outcome will mirror past harm. The opportunity lies in training the systems on evidence of creativity and endurance. Local historians, coders, and storytellers could supply that material. Imagine an algorithm shaped by Appalachian oral histories, regional music patterns, and community archives. It would learn an economy of meaning that federal spreadsheets never captured.

    Critics will call this techno utopian. They will say AI cannot feel the texture of culture. Fair enough. Yet Washington’s human experts have had more than a century to feel and still manage misunderstanding. The comparison is worth exploring. Machines can absorb every census, every oral transcript, every weather log without fatigue. Their interpretations can be tested, refined, and made transparent. Bureaucracies rarely achieve that level of accountability.

    A deeper reason this matters lies in power. Knowledge defines who controls the story. When data about a region lives in Washington, the region stays dependent on federal interpretation. When data lives within the mountains, controlled by local cooperatives and universities, narrative sovereignty returns home. AI could serve that shift. It can turn Appalachian knowledge from folklore into analytics, from oral wisdom into predictive strength.

    Think about how that changes the political equation. Federal aid often flows where evidence appears strongest. If machine learning exposes the productivity of Appalachian informal economies, grant formulas might change. If predictive healthcare models show that early interventions save federal dollars, policy will follow. The tools could compel Washington to recognize value it once ignored. That recognition translates into leverage.

    Of course, technology cannot replace empathy. A region that has endured neglect will not heal through algorithms alone. Yet data carries moral force when wielded by the people it describes. Every Appalachian community holds archives, school records, mine logs, and weather diaries that could feed a collective digital memory. When structured through AI, that memory gains power. It speaks in statistics and visuals that command policy attention.

    There is irony here. The same kind of computational force that automates coal mining and warehouse jobs might also become the path toward regional self definition. Appalachia has experienced every industrial revolution first as an extraction zone and only later as a participant. Artificial intelligence offers a chance to invert that pattern. The region could pioneer ethical AI governance, community data trusts, and rural innovation centers that blend tradition with modern analytics.

    I imagine an Appalachian AI Lab that trains models on the music of Roscoe Holcomb, the oral storytelling of mountain preachers, and the migration data of families who traveled for work. Each dataset would express a different layer of identity. The model would reveal connections between culture, economy, and geography that no federal report ever charted. It could quantify harmony between cultural pride and practical adaptation. In doing so, it would validate knowledge that has always existed here.

    When Washington officials describe Appalachia, they tend to alternate between pity and praise. The region serves as America’s mirror, either a warning about poverty or a symbol of endurance. Artificial intelligence has no interest in that narrative swing. It measures what it can measure. That impartial curiosity may produce the most respectful portrait the region has ever received.

    The promise of AI lies in pattern recognition. Appalachia has always operated through patterns invisible to outsiders, mutual aid, seasonal migration, barter, and storytelling. If machines can reveal those structures with precision, then the future may finally recognize the complexity that locals have known forever. Understanding at that scale could empower a new generation of Appalachian thinkers who blend code with culture.

    Technology alone cannot save any region. What it can do is listen at a scale that no bureaucrat has managed. Every piece of data, every voice recording, every climate reading contributes to a richer story. For the first time, Appalachia could speak to itself through numbers rather than through outsiders’ interpretations.

    That vision demands responsibility. Community leaders must ensure ethical data collection and equal access. Universities should train local students to manage AI systems rooted in Appalachian experience. Elders should guide the process so cultural nuance survives translation into code. When those conditions align, artificial intelligence becomes less an intruder and more an instrument of self knowledge.

    Maybe the next true understanding of Appalachia will arrive not from a Senate hearing or a think tank report, but from a model trained on local memory. Machines can process every contradiction, poverty and pride, decay and innovation, and present them as they are without judgment. That capacity may reveal a region far stronger and more inventive than the nation ever assumed.

    If that happens, Washington will have to listen. The data will speak a language it never bothered to learn. Appalachia will have taught the machines its story, and throug

    -Tim Carmichael

  • God’s Country or Man’s Cage? Inside the Silent Rise of Christian Nationalism in Rural Appalachia

    God’s Country or Man’s Cage? Inside the Silent Rise of Christian Nationalism in Rural Appalachia

    Drive through the small towns of eastern Kentucky, southern West Virginia or any part of Appalachia and the first thing that stands out is not the poverty or the abandoned factories. It is the churches. White wooden chapels rise beside highways, revival tents appear near fairgrounds, and hand-painted signs along the road promise salvation. Faith is everywhere, shaping daily life, community decisions, and political identity. Across this landscape, a form of belief known as Christian nationalism has taken hold, binding religion and politics into a single language of belonging.

    In many Appalachian communities, the church is the last institution still standing. The mines have closed, the unions have vanished, and local businesses struggle to survive. Where factories once defined social life, congregations now do. Pastors lead not only worship but also community aid programs, food drives, and town meetings. Through the church, residents find structure in a world that often feels unsteady. Within that structure, a new idea has gained power: the conviction that America was created as a Christian nation and must return to that purpose.

    The rise of Christian nationalism in Appalachia cannot be separated from decades of economic decline. The disappearance of industry left more than unemployment. It eroded confidence in government, education, and national institutions. Many residents came to believe that the nation itself had turned away from their values. When a preacher speaks of moral decay or lost virtue, listeners recognize the pattern. They see it in their empty schools, in the fading main streets, and in the absence of opportunity for their children. The message of spiritual warfare feels real because the losses around them are real.

    Evangelical Christianity in Appalachia has always thrived on personal experience and emotional connection. The sermons are direct, the worship is intimate, and the emphasis is on transformation through faith. Over time, this religious culture has blended with political rhetoric that defines America as a divine project under siege. In the words of many pastors, believers must defend the nation from corruption, secularism, and outside influence. The boundary between spiritual duty and political mission becomes thin.

    For many residents, this union of belief and patriotism brings comfort. It offers meaning when material progress feels impossible. It promises that hardship carries purpose and that God rewards loyalty. Christian nationalism turns loss into mission and converts despair into strength. A person who once felt powerless now feels chosen.

    The political impact of this transformation reaches far beyond church walls. Candidates who appeal to Christian identity find enthusiastic audiences across the region. Campaign rallies often resemble revival meetings, filled with prayer, song, and patriotic display. Supporters speak of voting as an act of faith, not a matter of policy. For them, politics becomes a stage for redemption rather than debate.

    To many outside observers, this merging of religion and politics seems dangerous. Yet within these communities, it feels like restoration. When government programs fail and markets disappear, faith fills the gap. The church becomes both moral authority and social safety net. In the absence of economic progress, spiritual power becomes the only form of control people can claim for themselves.

    The question that divides scholars and residents alike is whether this faith stabilizes or restrains. On one side, religion sustains community. It feeds the poor, comforts the sick, and binds neighbors together. On the other side, the same faith can silence dissent. In some towns, disagreement with a pastor’s political message carries social risk. Speaking out can mean isolation. The community that once united through worship can fracture through ideology.

    Sociologists describe how Christian nationalism thrives where institutional collapse runs deepest. When schools lack funding and health care is scarce, religion fills the space left behind. It offers explanation where politics fails to deliver solutions. In sermons, economic hardship becomes a moral trial. Addiction and poverty become signs of spiritual conflict rather than policy failure. This framework comforts believers while diverting anger away from structural causes. The narrative shifts from injustice to divine testing.

    Over the past decade, rural counties across Appalachia have voted overwhelmingly for candidates who frame their platforms in religious terms. To many voters, these campaigns speak directly to identity. They affirm that traditional values still define the nation. They offer recognition to people who feel invisible to urban elites. The slogan of national rebirth mirrors the promise of personal salvation that has long shaped evangelical preaching.

    Critics who dismiss this movement as ignorance overlook the emotional and cultural depth behind it. The rise of Christian nationalism expresses a longing for stability. It is an attempt to protect dignity in places where economic power has vanished. For many, it feels less like rebellion than survival. The cross and the flag together represent endurance.

    Still, voices of resistance continue within the region. Some pastors reject political alignment altogether, insisting that faith must remain separate from ideology. They remind their congregations that the gospel commands love of neighbor, including those who differ in belief or background. Others turn their churches into community centers focused on recovery programs, education, and poverty relief. These leaders see religion as a means of renewal through service rather than control. Their message competes quietly against the louder calls for cultural warfare.

    The shift toward Christian nationalism rarely occurs through confrontation. It develops gradually. A Sunday school teacher mentions patriotism as a moral virtue. A Bible study group discusses news stories framed as evidence of national sin. A pastor calls for prayer over an election, describing it as a battle between righteousness and corruption. Each small step feels harmless. Over time, a worldview forms in which civic loyalty and divine obedience become indistinguishable.

    Young people raised in this environment face a difficult choice. Many love their communities and respect the faith traditions they inherited, yet they feel uneasy with the political message that now surrounds them. Some leave for cities and do not return, taking education and new ideas with them. Others remain but keep their doubts private to preserve family harmony. A smaller group works to reform from within, urging their churches to focus on compassion, service, and forgiveness rather than confrontation. Whether they succeed may determine the region’s spiritual direction in the years ahead.

    Understanding this movement requires seeing beyond caricature. The image of armed extremists or fiery preachers tells only part of the story. In truth, Christian nationalism in Appalachia grows from a landscape of broken promises. It is the product of cultural isolation, economic neglect, and the deep human need for meaning. The sermon replaces the union hall. The Bible verse takes the place of the political speech. Faith becomes the vocabulary of both grief and defiance.

    The moral tension within this transformation remains unresolved. Religion in Appalachia continues to hold communities together while also drawing new lines of division. It provides comfort to those who struggle, yet it can discourage the questioning that leads to change. For every grandmother who runs a food pantry in her church basement, there is a preacher who warns that compromise equals sin. Between them lies the region’s ongoing struggle to define what faith means in a fractured nation.

    Whether religion serves as freedom or restraint depends on who wields it. In the hands of those who use it to uplift, it heals wounds left by neglect. In the hands of those who seek to rule through fear, it becomes a cage that confines thought and suppresses dissent. The story of Christian nationalism in Appalachia is therefore a story of power how it is gained, how it is used, and how people learn to live within it.

    For many in these hills, faith remains the last piece of certainty in a world that continues to change without their consent. The future will reveal whether that faith can become a bridge toward renewal or remain a fortress against it.

    -Tim Carmichael

  • Are Appalachian Superstitions Real or Made Up?

    Are Appalachian Superstitions Real or Made Up?

    In the foggy hollers and ridges of the Appalachian Mountains, folklore lingers like smoke from an old woodstove. Stories echo through hollows, warnings are whispered along front porches, and traditions are carried from one generation to the next. Many who grow up in this region hear sayings and practices that sound curious to outsiders. Some of these beliefs involve signs from nature, others connect to death or fortune, and many revolve around respect for forces that feel greater than human understanding. The question that arises is whether these superstitions carry any real truth or if they stem only from imagination and fear. Exploring the roots of Appalachian culture reveals why so many of these superstitions endure and whether they can be considered real in any meaningful sense.

    The Appalachian Mountains hold a unique cultural heritage shaped by isolation, migration, and survival. Families who settled in these valleys and slopes often lived far from towns, churches, and doctors. With distance came a need to rely on intuition and wisdom passed down orally. Folklore filled the gaps where formal knowledge could not reach. For early settlers, a crow calling at dawn or a dog howling at midnight might serve as an omen, warning of something that ordinary senses failed to detect. To label these beliefs as inventions dismisses the conditions that gave rise to them. In many cases, superstition was less about irrational fear and more about navigating an unpredictable world.

    One famous Appalachian superstition involves signs of death. For instance, if a whip-poor-will sings near a home at night, many believe it signals that someone close will pass away. Another common belief states that dreaming of teeth falling out foretells death in the family. Skeptics argue that these associations exist only because people remember when the coincidence happens and forget when nothing follows. Yet for those who grew up in the region, these signs carry emotional weight. They act as reminders of mortality and community bonds. Whether or not a whip-poor-will has any real connection to death, the effect it has on people is undeniable.

    Another area where Appalachian superstition thrives is in the realm of health and healing. Old-time remedies often intertwine with signs and rituals. For example, some believe that carrying a buckeye in the pocket wards off rheumatism. Others claim that warts can be cured by rubbing them with a penny and then burying the coin in the ground. While modern medicine may dismiss such practices, the psychological effect of believing in a cure can produce real improvement. Placebo effects are recognized even by science, which complicates the notion of what it means for something to be “real.” A superstition that eases pain or provides comfort accomplishes a genuine purpose, even if the mechanism is not biological.

    The natural environment of Appalachia also shaped many superstitions. The mountains create a sense of mystery, with sudden fogs, dense forests, and eerie sounds echoing across valleys. People came to see nature as alive with signs. A ring around the moon might predict rain. The way smoke rises from a chimney might hint at fair or stormy weather. Before access to meteorological reports, such observations carried great value. Over generations, these weather signs blended with mystical thinking, forming superstitions that still circulate today. While not every sign holds accuracy, some derive from careful observation. For example, animal behavior can indeed change with approaching storms, and rings around the moon do result from ice crystals that form before certain weather systems. This suggests that many so-called superstitions evolved from kernels of practical knowledge.

    Dreams also play a large role in Appalachian folklore. Many believe that dreams contain warnings or messages from beyond. Dreaming of snakes might indicate betrayal, while dreaming of water could signal an upcoming birth. In communities where communication with the spiritual world was woven into daily life, dreams became a bridge between the seen and unseen. The science of dreams remains an open field, and while no definitive evidence proves they predict the future, their influence on decision-making is real. Families who interpret dreams as guidance often live with a heightened sense of meaning in their experiences. For them, dreams function as tools for understanding life’s mysteries.

    A question worth exploring is why these superstitions continue in modern times, long after science has explained many natural events. One reason lies in identity. Appalachia has long been portrayed by outsiders in ways that feel dismissive or mocking. Holding on to traditions, including superstitions, becomes an act of cultural preservation. To pass down sayings about owls, cats, or moon phases is to honor ancestors who survived hardship with little beyond their wits and faith. Even when younger generations may laugh at some of these beliefs, repeating them keeps alive a thread of continuity with the past.

    Another reason for persistence is that superstitions provide comfort in uncertain situations. Life in the mountains has never been easy. Work in coal mines, fields, or timber carried risks. Illness could strike when medical care remained distant. Superstitions offered a sense of control, however small. Believing that turning a broom upside down keeps unwanted guests from staying too long or that carrying a rabbit’s foot brings good fortune provides psychological security. While modern science may classify these actions as meaningless, the emotional relief they provide is undeniably real.

    Skeptics often frame superstition as an enemy of rational thought. From this perspective, belief in omens or charms hinders progress. Yet this viewpoint overlooks the broader role of storytelling in human life. Myths, legends, and superstitions all serve to encode cultural memory. They offer explanations when none seem available and guide behavior when choices feel unclear. In Appalachia, superstition merges with storytelling to produce a distinct way of interpreting the world. Whether a crow signals death or a penny cures a wart matters less than the fact that these beliefs foster a shared narrative. Through them, communities strengthen bonds and maintain resilience.

    There is also the question of whether modern science fully displaces older systems of thought. Even outside Appalachia, millions follow traditions such as horoscopes, lucky numbers, or charms for protection. While many admit they hold no literal power, they continue to use them. In this sense, superstition is not limited to mountain culture. It represents a universal human tendency to search for meaning and to see connections between events. The difference lies only in the details shaped by geography and history. Appalachian superstitions are expressions of this universal impulse, filtered through the experiences of isolated mountain life.

    Some researchers have noted that Appalachian superstitions also reveal the blending of cultural influences. Scotch-Irish settlers brought beliefs rooted in European folklore. African traditions, carried by enslaved people, contributed practices such as charms and rootwork. Native American knowledge of plants and spirits left a lasting mark as well. The result is a tapestry of superstition that cannot be dismissed as random invention. Instead, it represents centuries of cultural exchange, survival, and adaptation. Each saying, charm, or ritual carries echoes of distant homelands and hard-earned wisdom.

    So, are Appalachian superstitions real? The answer depends on how one defines reality. If reality is measured only by scientific evidence, then many of these beliefs fail the test. Owls calling at night do not cause death, pennies do not chemically dissolve warts, and carrying a rabbit’s foot has no direct impact on fortune. Yet if reality includes psychological influence, cultural continuity, and social bonding, then these superstitions hold tremendous truth. They affect behavior, shape communities, and give meaning to events that might otherwise feel random. In that sense, they are as real as any ritual, tradition, or symbol in human history.

    Furthermore, labeling these superstitions as made up oversimplifies their origins. They grew from observation, necessity, and creativity. They adapted to landscapes and hardships. They reflected human attempts to explain mysteries of life, death, and weather. Even when proven inaccurate by modern knowledge, they remain part of the fabric of Appalachian identity. To dismiss them as mere invention erases the ingenuity and resilience of those who carried them forward.

    In conclusion, Appalachian superstitions stand at the intersection of myth, culture, and survival. Whether predicting weather, guiding health, or warning of death, they reveal how humans interpret the unknown. To ask whether they are real or made up may be the wrong question. They are real in the sense that they shape lives and endure through generations. They are made up only in the sense that all cultural symbols are created by human imagination. In the end, Appalachian superstitions remind us that reality extends beyond scientific proof. It includes the stories we tell, the rituals we keep, and the meanings we pass on. Within that broader view, they remain as real as the mountains themselves, standing timeless against the horizon.

    -Tim Carmichael

  • Backcountry Backpacking the Lakeshore Trail in the Smoky Mountains: A True Test of Grit

    Backcountry Backpacking the Lakeshore Trail in the Smoky Mountains: A True Test of Grit

    For those who love the Smoky Mountains, the call of the backcountry is irresistible. Winding footpaths, hidden campsites, and the promise of solitude all pull hikers deep into the heart of one of the most beloved national parks in the country. Among the network of more than 900 miles of official trails, a handful stand out as true tests of endurance and patience. The Lakeshore Trail is one of them.

    I’m currently working toward joining the “900 Miler Club,” an informal but respected community of hikers who have completed every trail in Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Fewer than 900 people are known to have accomplished it. With just about 150 miles left, I’ve seen the highs and lows of what this park has to offer. But I can honestly say the Lakeshore Trail is one of the toughest hikes I’ve ever tackled, despite the books and blogs that paint it as “the easiest long trail in the Smokies.” Let me be clear: this trail will kick your butt. I don’t care who says it will not.

    Overview of the Lakeshore Trail

    The Lakeshore Trail stretches roughly 33 miles point-to-point, starting near the infamous “Road to Nowhere” tunnel outside of Bryson City, North Carolina, and ending at Fontana Dam. On paper, the description sounds manageable: rolling terrain, access to water, campsites along the way, and a route that parallels Fontana Lake. Many descriptions present it as an “easy long-distance hike,” perfect for trail runners, section hikers, and backpackers.

    But the truth on the ground tells a different story. The Lakeshore Trail is less maintained than many other routes in the park. It’s remote, underused, and full of obstacles. For casual hikers who wander a mile or two past the tunnel and then turn back, the trail might feel like a pleasant stroll. But for those who attempt the entire route, especially with overnight packs, it quickly transforms into a grueling test of stamina, navigation, and mental toughness.

    Constant Elevation Changes: The Smokies’ Rollercoaster

    If you picture a lakeside walk with gentle terrain, think again. The Lakeshore Trail is a relentless series of ups and downs. Flat stretches are rare, and every time you get a reprieve, you can be sure another climb or descent is waiting around the bend. These aren’t long, dramatic ascents like you might find on the Appalachian Trail, but the accumulation of short, steep climbs drains your energy over the miles.

    By the time you’re deep into day two, the constant elevation shifts take a toll on knees, ankles, and hips. Even experienced hikers accustomed to long days in the mountains will find themselves humbled. Personally, I’ve hiked from Springer Mountain, Georgia, to the Grayson Highlands of Virginia on the Appalachian Trail—a challenging stretch in its own right—and I still felt more beat up after three days on the Lakeshore Trail.

    Navigation and Trail Markings

    Another factor that makes the Lakeshore Trail more difficult than advertised is its poor signage and overgrown conditions. Unlike the Appalachian Trail or other well-marked routes, this one demands close attention to maps, GPS, or guidebooks. Junctions can be confusing, and spurs that count toward the 900 Miler Club add mileage and complexity.

    In places, you’ll find yourself questioning whether you’re even still on the right path. Blowdowns—massive fallen trees—often obscure the route entirely. Some of these trees are so large you have to take off your pack just to crawl over them, while others force you into an awkward limbo beneath their trunks. Add in slippery acorns scattered like marbles across the ground, and it feels more like an obstacle course than a maintained hiking trail. There are very few signs like the ones below.

    Wildlife and Wilderness Encounters

    One of the saving graces of the Lakeshore Trail is its wild, remote beauty. The trail meanders through quiet forests, across creeks, and near sections of the shoreline that few people ever see. Solitude is almost guaranteed; on my trip, we saw only three other hikers over three days.

    Wildlife sightings are frequent. Birds, deer, and small mammals are common companions. Near Campsite 81, signs of wild boars—rooted earth and torn-up patches of ground—become evident. Luckily, we never encountered one face to face, but their presence was unmistakable. In this isolated stretch of backcountry, you’re reminded that you’re a guest in a truly wild environment.

    Water and Campsites

    Water sources are plentiful along the route, but as always in the Smokies, a filter or purifier is essential. Streams and creeks provide reliable refills, but hikers should never drink untreated water here.

    Campsites, on the other hand, are a mixed bag. Many of the designated backcountry sites along Lakeshore Trail are overgrown and rugged. Don’t expect manicured tent pads or easy fire rings. This is rough camping at its core. You’ll want a solid backcountry setup, including multiple ways to start a fire—because most of the wood is damp and reluctant to burn.

    Permits are required for all backcountry camping in the Smokies, so be sure to reserve your sites in advance. The remoteness of the trail means you’ll likely have your campsite all to yourself, which is both a blessing and a challenge.

    Unexpected Challenges: Chiggers, Acorns, and Fatigue

    One of the harshest lessons I learned on the Lakeshore Trail was just how relentless the small challenges could be. Acorns underfoot made every descent feel like skating on marbles. Fallen trees forced repeated pack-off maneuvers. And the damp wood made building a campfire an exercise in frustration.

    But the worst by far was the onslaught of chiggers. After more than 15 years of hiking and backpacking, I’ve never had bites like I did after this trip. These tiny pests are easily overlooked in planning, but once you’ve been through the Lakeshore Trail in summer, you’ll never forget them.

    Combine these nuisances with the constant climbs and poor trail maintenance, and the fatigue sets in fast. By the end of our hike, I felt more physically punished than on any other multi-day trek I’ve ever attempted.

    The Distance Debate: Is It Really 33 Miles?

    Officially, the Lakeshore Trail is listed as 33 miles long. But if you’ve hiked it, you may find yourself questioning that figure. My own calculations suggested it was much longer, especially when factoring in spur trails that must be completed to count the Lakeshore toward the 900 Miler Club.

    This discrepancy adds to the sense of unpredictability. Just when you think you’re making progress, you realize you’ve got extra miles to cover. Mentally, it can be draining, and it’s another reason this trail shouldn’t be underestimated.

    The Road to Nowhere and Fontana Dam

    One of the quirks of the Lakeshore Trail is its starting point: the Road to Nowhere tunnel outside of Bryson City. This abandoned project from the 1940s has become both a curiosity and a trailhead. Many day hikers walk through the tunnel and onto the first mile or two of the trail, enjoying an easy out-and-back stroll before returning.

    At the other end of the trail lies Fontana Dam, a striking and historic structure that serves as a gateway for Appalachian Trail thru-hikers. Connecting these two landmarks gives the Lakeshore Trail a sense of continuity, linking modern history with wild backcountry.

    Who Should Attempt the Lakeshore Trail?

    Given all this, who is the Lakeshore Trail really for? The answer is: experienced backpackers prepared for adversity. This is not the place for beginners or casual hikers to attempt a first multi-day trek.

    If you’re used to rough conditions, can handle route-finding, and thrive in solitude, then this trail offers a rewarding challenge. The isolation is profound, the scenery is untouched, and the sense of accomplishment is immense. But you must prepare for obstacles, discomfort, and unpredictability.

    Preparation Tips for the Lakeshore Trail

    If you’re considering tackling the Lakeshore Trail, here are some hard-earned lessons:

    • Navigation Tools: Carry a detailed map, GPS, and compass. Don’t rely on signage.
    • Fire Starting: Bring at least three methods of ignition; the wood is damp and stubborn.
    • Bug Protection: Chiggers are fierce. Long pants, permethrin-treated clothing, and repellents are highly recommended.
    • Footwear: Sturdy boots with excellent traction are essential—acorns and slick ground make for treacherous footing.
    • Water Treatment: A reliable filter or purifier is a must.
    • Pack Management: Be ready to remove and re-don your pack frequently to climb over blowdowns.
    • Mental Readiness: Know that this hike will be harder than it looks on paper. Patience and persistence are your greatest allies.

    Final Thoughts: A Trail That Demands Respect

    The Lakeshore Trail is not the “easy Smokies hike” that some resources claim. It’s a bruising, humbling journey that tests even seasoned hikers. Yet for those willing to endure the obstacles, it’s also an unforgettable experience.

    Solitude, wildlife, rugged wilderness, and the satisfaction of conquering one of the park’s longest and most misunderstood trails await. Just go into it with eyes wide open, respect for the backcountry, and the preparation to survive whatever the Lakeshore throws your way.

    For me, this trail was a reminder that the Smokies still have wild, untamed corners where hikers can feel truly tested. As I edge closer to completing all 900 miles, the Lakeshore Trail stands out as one of the hardest and most memorable sections of the journey.

    -Tim Carmichael

  • Leave the Hellbender Alone- A Call to Protect Appalachia’s Giant Salamander

    Leave the Hellbender Alone- A Call to Protect Appalachia’s Giant Salamander

    In the cold, rocky streams of the Appalachian Mountains lives one of the most mysterious and ancient creatures in North America: the hellbender salamander. Few people have ever seen one in the wild, yet the legend of this remarkable animal has grown in the mountain communities for centuries. Known for its enormous size, with adults reaching lengths of up to two and a half feet, the hellbender holds a presence that feels almost prehistoric. With wrinkled, flabby skin, a broad head, and a flattened body designed for moving under boulders, it gives an impression of something primeval, a living remnant of a world far older than ours. Its size alone makes it the largest salamander in North America, a title that has carried both admiration and harm. Too often, fascination has led people to harass the animal in the very waters it depends on to survive.

    I have lived my entire life in the Appalachian Mountains. I have crossed many miles of streams and creeks hiking in the Smoky Mountains, and in over fifty years of living here, I have only seen two hellbenders. That illustrates the rarity of encountering one in the wild. Their elusiveness adds to their allure and to the responsibility of leaving them undisturbed.

    The Appalachian range has long been a safe home for hellbenders. These salamanders require cold, clean, oxygen rich streams with abundant rocks and stable gravel beds. Their skin allows them to absorb oxygen directly from the water, so their survival depends on pristine conditions. For this reason, the Appalachian Mountains with their network of shaded creeks, tumbling streams, and remote valleys provide an ideal refuge. Unfortunately, what once felt like endless habitat has shrunk dramatically. Logging, agriculture, mining, and construction have muddied countless streams with silt and pollution. Without clear flowing water, hellbenders cannot breathe properly, cannot hunt crayfish effectively, and cannot raise their young. The result has been a steep decline across their range.

    Despite this alarming trend, people continue to disturb the hellbender, often through actions that may seem harmless at first glance. One common activity is the moving of rocks in creeks. Families, hikers, and anglers often shift boulders to build dams or to flip them while searching for crayfish, insects, or even the salamanders themselves. For a creature that depends on the shelter of heavy stones to avoid predators and regulate body temperature, this intrusion can be devastating. When a rock is pried up and left out of place, the hidden chambers that once offered protection collapse or remain open to currents. Eggs may be exposed to silt, and adults may lose the few hiding spots that exist in a stretch of water. To the person turning the rock, it might feel like play, yet to the salamander it is a home destroyed.

    Even more troubling is the pursuit of hellbenders by those who seek to capture or kill them. Folklore has long painted the animal in strange colors, sometimes as a monstrous presence in the creek, sometimes as a source of luck or a challenge to catch. In certain communities, stories of children or adults hunting for “devil dogs” or “snot otters,” as the hellbender has been called, have persisted. People lift rocks, wade through cold pools, and chase a glimpse of the wrinkled creature sliding beneath the gravel. Too many end up pulling them from the water, either out of curiosity or the desire to prove they found one. These actions almost always harm the salamander. Their sensitive skin tears easily when handled, and stress can lead to long term decline or death. Some have even been killed outright by those who fear them or mistake them for venomous animals. In truth, hellbenders are harmless. They neither bite aggressively nor pose danger to people. They ask for nothing more than to be left in peace.

    What makes this harassment even more tragic is the rarity of an encounter. Even in streams where hellbenders still survive, they remain elusive. Their habits are secretive, with most of the day spent hidden under rocks or wedged in crevices. Night brings a slow emergence to search for crayfish, worms, or small fish, yet even then they slip quietly through the current. Many biologists have worked for years in Appalachian waters and only seen a handful. For the casual visitor to a creek, the chances of encountering one naturally are slim. My own experience illustrates this perfectly. Even after decades of exploring and hiking these mountains, seeing a hellbender occurs only as a fleeting glimpse. This rarity should make the few sightings even more precious, a moment to marvel and move on, rather than an invitation to capture or disturb.

    Despite appearances, the hellbender is a fragile species. The same skin that allows it to breathe also exposes it to pollution and disease. Agricultural runoff filled with fertilizers and pesticides poisons the water. Sediment from development fills the gaps between rocks, smothering eggs and reducing oxygen flow. Rising temperatures warm the shallow creeks, limiting how far the salamanders can live upstream. Dams block the natural flow of rivers, isolating populations that once exchanged genes across long stretches. All of this has led scientists to describe the species as highly imperiled. While it has not disappeared entirely from Appalachia, its decline is so stark that many streams where locals once remembered seeing them are now silent of their presence. To say the hellbender is extinct in much of its former habitat is sadly accurate.

    The irony is that many people pursue the animal precisely because it feels so rare. In a culture fascinated by what remains hidden, the hellbender has become a prize to uncover. Anglers share stories of lifting boulders until one slithered out, hikers brag of catching sight of a massive salamander in a shaded pool, and thrill seekers talk of grabbing one with bare hands. All of this reflects human fascination with discovery, yet it overlooks the damage done. Every rock turned, every body touched, every photograph taken while holding one above the water robs the salamander of safety. What seems like an innocent encounter may reduce an already fragile population further.

    In truth, the hellbender has already chosen its home wisely. The Appalachian Mountains, with their mix of hardwood forests and mountain streams, have sheltered this creature for thousands of years. They thrive in water shaded by overhanging trees, cooled by mountain springs, and fed by rains that tumble across mossy rocks. They seek the darkest crevices beneath stones, carving out dens where males guard eggs with patient dedication. This is where they belong, and where they wish to remain. The salamander is not a visitor to Appalachia, it is a resident far older than the generations of people who now hike its trails and fish its streams.

    When people walk through these mountains, they are stepping into a landscape that already holds a delicate balance. Moving rocks for fun or exploration may feel like a small act yet multiplied across thousands of visitors it dismantles the very foundation of the hellbender’s existence. Hunting for them, whether with nets or hands, robs future generations of the chance to know they still swim in those waters. Even photography, when it involves removing them from the stream, carries harm. To honor Appalachia is to honor the creatures that shaped it long before human arrival.

    There is also an ethical weight to this issue. To disturb a creature so rare, so dependent on fragile conditions, for the sake of curiosity or bragging rights, reflects more on human behavior than on the salamander. Respect for wildness demands restraint. The true reward of encountering a hellbender lies in the quiet knowledge that they still endure, hidden in the cold waters, unseen yet alive. To leave them undisturbed is to participate in their survival. Every untouched rock, every moment of restraint, is an act of conservation.

    For those who wish to help rather than harm, the path is clear. Keep streams clean by supporting practices that reduce pollution and erosion. Encourage education in local communities so that children grow up seeing the hellbender as a treasure worth protecting rather than a curiosity to capture. Participate in conservation programs that restore habitats, plant streamside trees, and monitor water quality. Most importantly, when near a creek in Appalachia, resist the urge to disturb rocks or creatures. Listen to the water, watch the ripples, and know that beneath the surface may rest a salamander whose survival depends on your decision to walk away.

    The story of the hellbender is a reminder of how easily fascination can slip into harm. It is also a story of endurance. Despite centuries of change, this giant salamander still clings to life in the mountain streams. Its presence is a living connection to an older world, one that predates roads, towns, and even the concept of Appalachia as we know it. To allow it to fade away would be to lose a vital part of the region’s heritage.

    So, the call is simple: leave the hellbender alone. Let it remain a hidden guardian of the Appalachian waters; an ancient resident whose wrinkled skin and secretive life add mystery to the creeks. In a time when so many species vanish due to human interference, restraint becomes an act of respect. The greatest way to honor the hellbender is to walk past the stream, let the rocks lie, and remember that some wonders thrive only when left unseen.

    -Tim Carmichael

  • Rising Health Costs and the Rural Struggle in Appalachia, Tariffs, Medicaid Cuts, and the Future of Care

    Rising Health Costs and the Rural Struggle in Appalachia, Tariffs, Medicaid Cuts, and the Future of Care

    Potential tariffs on pharmaceuticals and medical devices are expected to ripple through every corner of the healthcare system. Drug prices, insurance premiums, and medical supply costs will likely climb nationwide. For rural regions, the impact could be far more severe. Communities across the Appalachian Mountains already carry disproportionate health and economic challenges, and additional burdens may push the system past a breaking point. When paired with proposed Medicaid cuts, the outlook becomes even more troubling.

    A Landscape Already in Distress

    The Appalachian region has long faced deep rooted struggles related to health and poverty. Rates of chronic illness exceed national averages, with heart disease, diabetes, cancer, and substance use disorders striking families across generations. Many communities also have higher concentrations of elderly residents who require consistent, often complex medical care. Poverty rates remain stubbornly high, leaving households vulnerable to even modest increases in costs.

    When considering how tariffs on pharmaceuticals and devices might alter the equation, the consequences extend beyond individual patients. They reach into hospitals, insurance markets, and local economies, threatening to worsen existing disparities. Medicaid cuts add another layer of fragility, stripping away resources at the very moment when families and providers will need them most.

    Higher Drug Prices and the Threat of Shortages

    Generic medications account for nearly nine out of ten prescriptions in the United States. These drugs serve as lifelines for families managing chronic illness at a manageable cost. Yet the generic market operates on thin margins. If tariffs raise the cost of importing active ingredients or finished products, manufacturers will likely pass expenses directly to consumers. Even small increases could add up quickly for those juggling multiple prescriptions.

    Shortages represent another looming risk. Pharmaceutical supply chains are highly complex, often stretching across multiple countries. Tariffs may disrupt these chains, creating delays or reducing availability. For patients in rural areas, shortages can mean traveling hours in search of an alternative or paying far more for brand name replacements. In the case of critical treatments such as certain chemotherapy drugs, the impact could literally determine survival.

    The elderly and low income households will feel the sharpest sting. Across Appalachia, large numbers of residents fall into both groups, creating a population highly susceptible to price shocks. For many, the choice will come down to medicine or groceries, prescriptions or heating fuel. These tradeoffs already occur in households on the edge, and tariffs threaten to make them more common.

    Medicare Costs on the Rise

    Tariffs on branded medications will reverberate through Medicare. Pharmaceutical firms facing higher costs may shift expenses onto the federal program. As a result, Medicare Part D premiums could climb. Seniors already living on fixed incomes would shoulder the increase directly. While the federal government subsidizes part of these expenses, seniors still cover significant shares of their own costs.

    In Appalachia, where seniors make up a growing proportion of the population, higher Medicare costs could destabilize entire households. Families that support elderly relatives may need to step in financially, stretching already thin budgets. Those without support may reduce adherence to prescribed regimens, worsening health outcomes and creating higher long term costs for the system.

    Rising Insurance Premiums

    Health insurance companies are already signaling that they expect tariffs to increase prescription drug costs. Anticipating higher claims, many have factored these risks into 2026 rate proposals. Premiums across the board will reflect these expectations.

    Rural regions stand to experience the largest jumps. Research indicates that rural residents in states using the federal HealthCare.gov marketplace often face higher premiums than their urban counterparts, largely due to less competition among insurers. When tariffs are added into the mix, Appalachian families will likely see significant increases.

    The expiration of enhanced Affordable Care Act tax credits at the end of 2025 compounds the challenge. Without these subsidies, families relying on marketplace coverage may face unprecedented hikes. For many, premiums could become unaffordable, leading to a rise in uninsured rates. Lack of coverage, in turn, will create additional pressure on local hospitals and clinics already fighting to remain solvent.

    Strain on Rural Healthcare Providers

    Tariffs reach beyond patients to the institutions charged with caring for them. Hospitals, clinics, and physician practices all depend on imported supplies and devices. From surgical instruments to imaging equipment, higher costs on imports ripple through every service they provide.

    Smaller facilities face the gravest risk. Independent rural hospitals often operate with razor thin margins, sustained by a delicate balance of reimbursements and community need. A sudden jump in supply costs could push some over the edge. Closures would leave entire counties without local emergency services or inpatient care, forcing residents to travel long distances for treatment.

    Clinics also stand vulnerable. Primary care practices already struggle to retain providers in remote areas. If costs rise while reimbursement rates remain flat or fall, closures may follow. The result would be an even greater shortage of accessible care in communities already underserved.

    Medicaid Cuts A Parallel Threat

    While tariffs present one set of challenges, proposed Medicaid cuts introduce another. Medicaid serves as a lifeline for millions of low income and disabled residents in Appalachia. Reductions in federal or state funding would reduce eligibility, benefits, or provider reimbursements.

    Cuts would have immediate effects. Families depending on Medicaid for prescription coverage may lose access to affordable drugs precisely when tariffs raise costs. Rural hospitals, which rely heavily on Medicaid reimbursements, may lose vital revenue streams. This could accelerate closures, particularly among facilities already under strain from tariffs and rising operating costs.

    The timing of such cuts would prove especially damaging. Appalachia’s high rates of chronic disease require sustained access to care. Removing support while costs climb would leave residents with few options, increasing untreated illness and preventable hospitalizations.

    Economic Implications

    Tariffs are often justified as measures to protect domestic industries and spur economic growth. Yet experts caution that in this case, the benefits may be eclipsed by consumer burdens. The Ohio River Valley Institute, a research group focused on energy and economic policy in the region, has noted that rising costs for families can negate or even outweigh potential gains.

    Healthcare spending consumes a growing share of household budgets. When combined with inflation in other sectors, tariff driven increases could tip more families into financial distress. Rural economies, already fragile, will absorb the shock through higher medical debt, reduced consumer spending, and declining labor productivity tied to worsening health.

    The higher cost of living could also erode progress made in attracting new businesses. Employers weigh healthcare costs heavily when deciding where to invest. If Appalachian communities become associated with rising insurance premiums and reduced access to care, they may struggle to compete for job creating opportunities.

    A Systemic Risk

    When viewed in isolation, each element tariffs, Medicaid cuts, higher premiums, drug shortages presents serious concerns. Together, they represent a systemic risk for Appalachia. The region’s healthcare network, already fragile, could face destabilization on multiple fronts.

    Patients may find themselves unable to afford prescriptions. Seniors may face higher Medicare premiums. Families may lose affordable insurance coverage. Hospitals and clinics may shut their doors. At the same time, proposed Medicaid cuts would strip away a critical safety net.

    This cascading series of challenges points toward a future where health disparities widen even further. Life expectancy, already lower in many Appalachian counties, could slip again. Communities that have fought to improve access to care may see hard won progress reversed.

    Searching for Solutions

    Addressing these challenges requires multi layered responses. Policymakers will need to weigh the broader consequences of tariffs on essential medical goods. Exemptions or carve outs for pharmaceuticals and devices could reduce the harm to patients and providers.

    Protecting Medicaid remains equally vital. Preserving coverage and reimbursement rates ensures that low income families and rural hospitals retain critical support. At the same time, additional subsidies for marketplace insurance may be needed to prevent widespread loss of coverage after 2025.

    Local communities can also take steps to strengthen resilience. Regional hospital networks may find new ways to collaborate on purchasing and supply management. Telehealth, though limited by broadband gaps, offers another tool for expanding access without requiring costly infrastructure. Investment in workforce development can help retain providers committed to serving rural populations.

    Conclusion

    The intersection of tariffs, rising healthcare costs, and Medicaid cuts paints a troubling picture for rural communities. Appalachia, with its unique vulnerabilities, faces disproportionate risks. Families already struggling to afford care may be priced out entirely. Hospitals and clinics that form the backbone of rural healthcare could disappear.

    Ultimately, the stakes extend beyond economics. They touch the health, dignity, and survival of millions. Decisions made in Washington and state capitals over the next few years will determine whether Appalachian communities can weather the storm or whether rising costs and reduced support will deepen cycles of poverty and illness. Safeguarding access to affordable, reliable care is not only a policy choice, it is a moral imperative.

    -Tim Carmichael

  • One Year After Hurricane Helene and The Long Road to Recovery in the Southern Appalachians.

    One Year After Hurricane Helene and The Long Road to Recovery in the Southern Appalachians.

    Saturday will be one year since Hurricane Helene tore through the mountains of Western North Carolina and East Tennessee, leaving a mark on the region that will remain for generations. On September 27, 2024, the storm brought winds that roared past 100 miles per hour and unleashed rainfall that reached nearly 30 inches in some valleys and hollows. The result was devastation on a scale that few in the Southern Appalachians had ever seen. Entire communities were swept away by walls of water, and mountainsides collapsed into valleys in a cascade of deadly landslides. The storm claimed more than 200 lives, left thousands without homes, and turned once-thriving towns into landscapes of ruin.

    The destruction caused by Helene carried a staggering price tag. Experts estimate the total damages at $78.7 billion, placing the storm among the most expensive natural disasters in American history. That figure is hard to fully comprehend, yet for those living in the impacted counties, the cost is measured not only in dollars but in broken families, vanished neighborhoods, and a deep sense of dislocation. The hurricane transformed the physical landscape of the Appalachians, carving new scars into mountainsides and river valleys. For those who survived, recovery has been an uneven, exhausting, and ongoing process.

    In many places, cleanup alone stretched into the winter months. Entire stretches of roadway were obliterated by mudslides, leaving mountain towns cut off for weeks. Power lines dangled over rivers where bridges once stood. School buildings were filled with mud and debris. Local governments scrambled to set up temporary shelters and provide food for residents who had lost nearly everything. State and federal emergency funds poured into the region, yet the magnitude of the damage often outstripped available resources.

    Now, a year later, signs of progress can be seen. Families who lost homes have begun moving into new ones, though for many, rebuilding remains out of reach. Federal assistance programs provided some relief, yet construction costs in the region have soared. The demand for labor and materials has exceeded supply, delaying projects and leaving families in limbo. Insurance coverage gaps added to the challenges, as many homeowners had policies that excluded flood damage. For those without significant financial resources, recovery has been painfully slow.

    Road repairs remain one of the most visible reminders of the storm’s enduring impact. Across Western North Carolina and East Tennessee, crews are still working to stabilize mountainsides and rebuild highways that serve as lifelines for rural communities. Some roads have reopened, though only partially, while others remain impassable. Detours that add hours to daily commutes have become a frustrating reality for residents. Truck drivers hauling goods to small mountain towns often face long delays, which affects local economies that were already fragile before the storm. Tourism, a vital source of income in the Appalachian region, continues to struggle as access to hiking trails, scenic byways, and historic towns is limited by road closures and construction zones.

    The sheer scale of infrastructure repair is daunting. Engineers faced the challenge of rebuilding in terrain where heavy rains can trigger landslides without warning. Traditional road construction methods have proven inadequate in many locations, forcing officials to explore new strategies for slope stabilization and drainage. These projects are expensive and time-consuming, requiring extensive geological surveys before work can even begin. For communities reliant on a single highway or bridge for access to schools, hospitals, and grocery stores, delays have been agonizing.

    For those who lived through the storm, the emotional toll has been profound. Survivors speak of the constant sound of rainfall that night, the roar of rivers that overflowed their banks, and the chaos of trying to flee as roads collapsed around them. I know this pain personally, as two of my cousins were lost in a mudslide during the height of the storm. Their absence is a daily reminder of how fragile life can be in the face of nature’s fury. Many others across the region carry similar grief, having said goodbye to loved ones whose lives ended suddenly in the floodwaters and landslides. Counseling services have been stretched thin, as mental health needs in the aftermath remain high. Community organizations have stepped in to provide support, yet the scale of grief is overwhelming. Churches, fire halls, and schools have become centers of resilience, where residents gather to share stories, rebuild networks of support, and remind one another that they are not alone in their struggle.

    The environmental consequences of Helene also continue to unfold. Landslides stripped vegetation from steep slopes, leaving raw earth exposed to further erosion. Rivers carved new channels, washing away farmland and leaving behind silt that has choked aquatic habitats. Fish populations in some streams have plummeted, and biologists warn that recovery could take decades. Forests, once dense and green, now reveal swaths of snapped and uprooted trees. The loss of tree cover has increased the risk of additional landslides during heavy rains, raising concerns about future storms. Scientists note that Helene represents what they call a 1-in-1000-year event, yet climate trends suggest that extreme weather in the Appalachians may grow more frequent in the coming decades.

    Communities across the region face difficult choices about how to prepare for future storms. Some neighborhoods that were devastated by flooding are considering whether rebuilding in the same location is sustainable. In certain valleys, residents have chosen to relocate to higher ground rather than risk another disaster. Local governments are working with state agencies to identify areas at high risk for landslides and flash floods, yet relocation is both emotionally and financially complex. For families with deep roots in the mountains, leaving ancestral land is a painful decision, even when safety concerns loom large.

    In the year since the hurricane, countless stories of resilience have emerged. Volunteers from across the country traveled to the region to assist with cleanup and rebuilding. Nonprofit organizations established supply centers and distributed food, clothing, and household goods to those in need. Teachers held classes in church basements and community centers to keep students on track academically. Local musicians organized benefit concerts to raise money for relief efforts. Acts of generosity, both large and small, have offered hope in the midst of devastation.

    At the same time, frustrations remain high. Some residents feel forgotten as national attention shifted elsewhere after the initial shock of the disaster faded. Federal disaster relief programs, while vital, have been criticized for bureaucratic delays and uneven distribution of aid. Families who applied for assistance months ago are still waiting for approval. Small businesses struggle to reopen, hindered by damaged infrastructure and reduced customer traffic. Political disagreements over funding allocations have slowed down the flow of money to communities, leaving many projects stalled. In some cases, partisan battles in state and federal legislatures turned recovery aid into a bargaining chip, delaying desperately needed resources for families. Local officials continue to advocate for more sustained investment in the region, warning that without long-term support, recovery could stall.

    Hurricane Helene has also reshaped the identity of the Appalachian communities it struck. For many, the storm reinforced the vulnerability of mountain towns to extreme weather events. For others, it highlighted the strength of neighbors pulling together in crisis. The scars left on the landscape are mirrored in the scars carried by the people, yet there is also pride in how much has been accomplished in a single year. Rebuilt schools now serve as symbols of renewal. Roads that reopen after months of closure are celebrated as victories. Every family that moves into a new home brings a sense of forward momentum.

    Looking ahead, the lessons of Helene are shaping new approaches to disaster preparedness. Local emergency management agencies are investing in improved warning systems, recognizing that the mountains’ complex terrain can make flash floods particularly deadly. Engineers are revising building codes to better withstand high winds and heavy rain. Nonprofits and community leaders are advocating for mental health resources as an integral part of disaster response. There is a growing recognition that resilience in the Appalachians requires not only physical rebuilding, but also social and emotional support.

    The road to full recovery remains long. Entire neighborhoods still wait for reconstruction, and infrastructure projects that stretch across counties may take years to complete. The estimated $78.7 billion in damages underscores the immense financial challenge. Yet amid the hardship, there is determination. Residents speak of a love for their mountains that cannot be shaken by even the most destructive storm. The beauty of the Appalachians endures, even as scars from Helene remain visible. Rivers still sparkle in the sunlight, forests are slowly regenerating, and communities are finding ways to adapt and thrive.

    One year after Hurricane Helene, the Appalachian region continues to live with the consequences of one of the most destructive natural disasters in its history. The memory of the storm’s winds and waters is fresh, yet so too is the memory of neighbors helping neighbors, of communities refusing to surrender to despair. For me, the loss of my cousins will always be part of the story of that night, though their memory strengthens my resolve to honor the resilience of this region. To everyone including my family, thank you all for stepping up and making a difference. To all the first responders, what you all did will never be forgotten. The story of Helene is one of tragedy and loss, yet it is also one of courage, determination, and the enduring human spirit that shines most brightly when tested by the fiercest storms.

    If you would like to help in the rebuild effort, you can preorder the book that will be launched this weekend to help rebuild Hot Springs, North Carolina. The book is called “Through Our Eyes” the link for the book is under the picture below.

    -Tim Carmichael

    https://rebuildhotsprings.org/book/