The Outer Banks is one of my favourite places in the world, and I’ve had some fun skiing in the Appalachians, back when I had better knees; but for large chunks of NC, I take your point. Years ago, on my way from Washington down I95, I got into conversation with some guy at the motel breakfast.
“Greensboro? Got family there?”
I allowed that I did, and asked how he knew.
“Only two reasons anyone would go to Greensboro, and y’all don’t look like you’re going to a business meeting.”
