Stories rooted in the Southern Appalachian soul
Stories, ideas & perspectives — thoughtfully written, beautifully told.
No mortar, no machinery, no shortcuts — just stone fitted against stone the way mountain people have done it for centuries. A new generation of Appalachian builders is picking up where their great-grandparents left off, and the walls they're raising say something important about who we are and where we're headed.
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02 A group of high schoolers in southern Appalachia has started pointing microphones at their world — at creek hollows and ridge lines, at logging roads and predawn forests — and what they're capturing is both a portrait of a place and a warning about what's slipping away. Sound, it turns out, is one of the most honest things a landscape can tell you.
When the last hiker heads home and the trail goes quiet, a whole other Appalachia wakes up. Biologists and backyard citizen scientists are piecing together what's actually happening in these mountains after sunset — and what they're finding is equal parts surprising and hopeful.
04 In the hollows and hill farms of Southern Appalachia, some folks still find water the old way — with a forked stick, a steady hand, and something that science hasn't quite figured out how to measure. It's part folk tradition, part practical necessity, and entirely Appalachian.
Across Southern Appalachia, a determined coalition of landowners, conservationists, and nonprofit leaders is waging a slow, steady fight to keep mountain ridgelines from falling to the highest bidder. For families who've worked these hills for generations, it's not just about land — it's about what gets passed down. Here's a look at the movement reshaping the region's future, one deed at a time.
Blacksmiths, weavers, potters, and furniture makers in their twenties and thirties are quietly rewriting the story of what it means to build a life in the Southern Appalachian mountains. By picking up the old skills and selling to buyers who care deeply about where things come from, they're proving that staying put — or coming back — can actually pay. And then some.
07 They left for college, for careers, for the particular dream that says you have to go somewhere else to become somebody. Then, one by one, they started coming back — to hollows and ridge towns that the rest of America had mostly written off. What they're building there is harder to explain than a press release, and a lot more interesting.
Somewhere in a clapboard house tucked into a North Carolina holler, a 91-year-old woman is the last living person who knows a particular ballad. When she's gone, that song goes with her. Musicologists, community archivists, and a handful of dedicated locals are racing against time to make sure that doesn't happen — and what they're finding is more urgent, and more beautiful, than anyone expected.
09 Every June, a small but fiercely devoted group of researchers and volunteers disappears into the dark hollows of Southern Appalachia armed with headlamps, data sheets, and a whole lot of bug spray. They're chasing fireflies — and what they're finding should concern all of us who love these mountains.
10 Walk into any upscale wellness shop and you'll find tinctures of goldenseal, ramps, and black cohosh with price tags that would make your granny laugh out loud. But the plant knowledge behind those products has roots that run far deeper — and far more complicated — than the pretty labels suggest.
11 For generations, the whippoorwill's haunting nighttime call was as reliable as a summer almanac across the Southern Appalachians. Now, old-timers and wildlife biologists alike are straining to hear a song that's growing quieter every year — and what's silencing it says a lot about what's changing in our mountains.
12 In kitchens tucked into the hollows and ridge-top communities of the Southern Appalachians, a quiet, urgent kind of preservation work is happening one recipe at a time. Meet the women who are refusing to let their families' culinary heritage disappear into a world of convenience food and fading memory.