The Lure of the Lake

Lake Lure in the Winter

Lake Lure in the Winter

There seems to be no end to the beauty of Western North Carolina.  And there seems to be no end to our quest to see it all during this holiday vacation.  Lake Lure is a finger-like lake stuck in the middle of nowhere, as in one road in and one road out according to the map.

From our place it was a relatively short drive down Hwy. 64, through Rutherfordton and then along a byway of astounding beauty (even in the middle of the winter).  Icicles hung everywhere like prison bars, blinding and brilliant as they melted in the midday sun.  We took turns with our sing-song of “I could live there” as we passed beautiful cottages and farms straight from a poem we’ve yet to read.

Lake Lure in the Summer

Lake Lure in the Summer

Why am I emoting?  Because this place would make anyone want to become a painter or poet or writer or simply spend the rest of their lives “messing about in boats.”  The shops were filled with cabin style and every conceivable facsimile of bear.  Everything we saw we wanted to buy.  And the only thing missing from this Utopia was crowds.  We fairly had the place to ourselves.  By the time we caught our breath and started up the other side of the mountain, we were vowing to return in warmer weather and hike the trail (if there is one) to Chimney Rock.  Maybe you can drive?  Perfect.

The famous stairs "Baby" took to adulthood.

The famous stairs “Baby” took to adulthood.

Our real destination was Hendersonville, and while we ate our Irish fare at a window seat and watched the hustle and bustle of that perfect little town, we blurted out delight over the prices of Lake Lure properties we found in one of those real estate booklets, some of which were downright affordable.  Of course, like the test of human endurance, affectionately known as our “home,” we don’t know the condition of these houses on the inside, and we’re fairly sure there would be few ways to earn a living beyond flipping burgers or selling trinkets at The Lake – something my husband will probably not jump on at this stage in his life.  But we can dream, and dream we did.

It’s out of the way but easy to find; Lake Lure is a must see for anyone visiting this area. And when you get there, you may recognize a few things since most of Dirty Dancing was filmed at the lake.  They even have an annual Dirty Dancing Festival where you can play watermelon games, dance, and do that ” flying lift” thing in the lake and get your picture taken.  Summer is purported to be “standing room only,” so now is a great time if you’re coming for the vistas (and snaps for future paintings) because you can find a parking place and get a seat at a restaurant.  Every season will provide spectacular views.

This really is God’s country.

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I am an older woman. I am an artist and a needleworker. I love to craft. I love to sew and knit and crochet and needlepoint. I love to paint and draw and make art with my hands. At this moment in time I am crazy for punchneedle. Being creative is what gets me up in the morning. Art is my tea, my fresh air, my good book, and my cat all rolled into one. I have much to share and hope you'll visit often.
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4 Responses to The Lure of the Lake

  1. Anonymous says:

    The anonymous person miss Kathy Mersinger

  2. Anonymous says:

    I love to read your.posts. You write so beautifully, thanks.

  3. sue marquis bishop says:

    I agree. The NC mountains have so many beautiful vistas it feels like driving through postcards. Views in all directions. Loved your description of your trip. Sue
    Womenlivinglifeafter50.com

  4. I am so happy you are enjoying your new “home area” so much. It sounds so delightful and you have such a way with words :)

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