Asheville.  Of all the places I've visited in the world, Asheville is one of the most remarkable.  A collision of climates, philosophy, landscapes, and temperament.  Altitude does indeed affect attitude.  Pagans on one corner, fundamentalists on another.  A lesbian drum circle, faith healers, glass blowers, brewers, authors, artisans, and food -- fermented, barbecued, grilled, sauced, and sauteed - all from Asheville and her surrounding mountains.  The Biltmore Estate is almost an after-thought, though you could stay there and forget Asheville, and the world outside, both temporally and physically.   I cheated here, a little, all of these images are from Asheville and the surrounding mountains over the last 10 years, not just July 2020.  It's impossible to separate one visit from another because Asheville and her mountains are timeless.  If you haven't been to Asheville, you should go.  Fly into Charlotte and drive up through Lake Lure and Hendersonville.  Or, from Raleigh-Durham, exit in Marion and drive up NC 80 to Mount Mitchell, the highest point east of the Rocky Mountains.  If you can, visit Max Patch.   And, the Great Smoky Mountains.  You may leave the North Carolina mountains, but they will never leave you.