Lately, we’ve been jonesin’ for a mountain house. It’s a straight shot from Charleston to the North Carolina mountains on I-26. I used to live in the mountains, and I miss it even though I love Charleston. I love Charleston’s history, the nearness of ocean breezes and the permeating pluff mud smell. I love the food, unparalleled to any city I’ve lived in besides Tokyo. And I love its own form of quirky diversity.

In a perfect world, I’d live near the ocean where the horizon is without end and escape to the mountains when I craved the cloister of trees and horizons that enfold you.

Here are some reasons we love the mountains.

Saluda at sunset