Outdoor towns.

They rule.

You already know the parts and pieces:

• Bike stuff out the hoo-ha.
• Dirtbag climber refugee zones.
• Rivers. ‘Nuff said.

If you take all that stuff and cover it in sausage gravy, you get Brevard, NC.

Like to ride? Point your fat tires in any direction.

If you climb then you’re already aware of the eyebrows on Looking Glass.

And paddlers can almost always spank the monkey.

Little known romantic fact for lovebird-types: The Brevard area has more waterfalls per whatever than anywhere else in the country.

Now you know. Go there.