On the way to Chimney Rock, we happened upon the Hickory Nut Gap Farm, a picturesque operation on the road up to the pass. I fancied a jug of cider, and the prospect of a farm was popular with all the girls. We bought cider, apples, and beef jerky, and we explored the grounds a bit before we enjoyed the bounty.
They girls loved the giant corn-crib in which they were allowed to play, up to their knees in dried kernels. The had a fine dance hall, some big slides, and a history exhibit in an old barn. And of course, all sorts of delicious farm goods. Crates of apples, preserves, cider, pumpkins, corn, and much more. Somewhere on the grounds was a corn maze, though we didn’t venture that far. We still had a long day ahead of us, though the girls did not want to leave the corn-crib. They had all stuffed their clothes with corn and had to be shaken out, their clothes coated in white powder.
A big part of localization and decentralization is rerouting our money to local providers, who can provide us with so many of our basic needs, at far higher quality than the import industry. The more we buy from local producers, the more we strengthen our resiliency economically, and money goes a lot further if we all pass it around several times before it leaves our community.
Back on the road, bound for Chimney Rock!