Only the open sea is bluer than those Blue Ridge Mountains that twist up from Georgia to our friends in The North. Cerulean haze? Indigo fog? Either way, this true blue countryside is made for slow, Sunday drives to marvel at the Biltmore. Or for hikes to the tippy top of Mount Mitchell. Or mermaid-spotting at Bridal Veil Falls. Wildlife and wildflowers? Well, that alone has us tickled pink about this wild, blue yonder!
We don’t mind if you judge this book by its cover.