Board and Staff

My Pisgah Story

Every journey into the Pisgah is a special one, a new encounter with the natural world to be held and treasured. Occupying a unique corner of the Southern Appalachians, the Pisgah’s lush diversity is unparalleled. High balds bestrewn with blueberry ripe or blown red in the Fall; deep coves wet and glowing green, poplars standing high; the deep summer depths of a spruce forest, cool, yellow birch, bee balm and ferns; the plutons, granite swells breaking the Appalachian mud, wingspread in ridges and valleys up the spine of Unaka. Heath balds and laurel slicks, sun, cloud, and rain, with sand myrtle blossoms and prominent galax. The many deep creeks and moss-covered rocks, the clear water swelling, blanketing then blasting river boulders, hellbender habitat, home to native Brook trout. High, thin creeks pushing heavy to rapids, building with each confluence, pushing hard; for high mountain water runs and runs, pushing to the Gulf: French Broad and Pigeon, Davidson, the Mills Rivers and Horsepasture.  All seasons strike this land well, offer endless riches of boot, ear, and eye, boat, horse and bike.