We are a traveling family. We love to get into the car on a dark early morning (leaving when it’s dark makes us feel like we’re truckers) and just have a plan of where we will stay, but not necessarily what we will do. However, this time, I had a request. I really wanted us to go to the John C. Campbell Folk School in Brasstown, NC. I wanted to go there the last time we went on the Southern Highroads, but we didn’t have enough time. Now, we’re going to make the time.

The drive from Atlanta to Southern Highroads is always a pleasant, scenic journey and this was no exception. Driving off of old hwy 64, you turn onto Brasstown Rd at Clay’s Corner Gas station, a good stopping off point for an ice cream cone or some canned possum meat (not kidding).

Clay’s is famous for their annual New Year’s possum drop celebration. As you turn onto Brasstown Road you approach the Folk School’s campus, first driving by the hayfields and along meadows, the first turn to the left takes you to the school’s Craft Shop. The next turn just up the hill on the left is the wooded circular drive to the  Historic Keith House, where the main office is located. The school’s History Center is also here. The Folk School unfolded before my eyes!

Thanks to JCCFS for letting us use this picture!

John C. Campbell Folk School opened in 1925 thanks to Olive Dame Campbell and Marguerite Butler (along with the vision of Olive’s husband John who passed away before the vision was completed). They brought in their collective knowledge that they had obtained from traveling through Appalachia which included agricultural practices, crafts, ballads, tools, and the heartbeat of the mountain life. Along with the founders, the local people of Brasstown helped to build and develop the folk school into what it is today: a culture center of learning and living together.

We were just dropping in for the day, but we were able to explore the campus on our own and able to look into each of the classes. I found the campus to be extremely accessible and it had such a peaceful feeling. I was hoping to move in. They do have lodging available including a campground with RV sites. See? I can live in a tent right there. But my husband said something about my job, our child, washing dishes? Details. Details. Oh well, it was a nice dream for a little bit.

The classes we were able to peak into were basketry, quilting, woodcarving (they’re home to the famous Brasstown Carvers), and blacksmithing. Looking into the classes makes you want to go to their Craft Store and get some of their books to take home and try it yourself. There were many other classes going on, but our 5yr old was getting a little squirmy so we decided to take one of the Nature Trails. It’s not just any Nature Trail either, there is *plenty* to experience along the paths, and the backdrop of the mountains was breathtaking. We decided to picnic right there at Rivercane Walk rather than eating at the school’s dining room. It felt nice not keeping to a tight schedule or a tour group, but be able to meander around and take our sweet time. After we were done eating, we headed over to the History Center to learn about the school and the area and also see some of the crafts from their 85yr history.

It’s perfect for a one day visit, or even if you have a few hours to spend in the area… go to the folk school to do your souvenir shopping, learn about Appalachia culture and history, and take in nature. That’s what we all do when we’re on vacation right? Well, you can do that all here at the folk school. Plus on most Friday nights they have a concert series (which I missed) and on Saturday nights they have community dances (which I missed). So you know what that means?
We need to plan another visit!

It was made famous by Foxfire (read about that here) and Tallulah Gorge, but there is much more going on there than meets the eye.

I traveled on Black Rock Mountain and kicked myself for not staying there, but we had a deadline to meet. It was a hard drive up there and entirely worth it. You couldn’t hear the hum of a car at all, and you heard every single sound a creature made. Our daughter said to be quiet. She hears a butterfly. That’s how peaceful it was there.

There’s Lake Burton and Lake Rabun, both equally fantastic places to fish, golf, hike, and just find some peace in the outdoors. There’s plenty of vacation rentals (not a lot of bed and breakfasts sadly) and I highly suggest you lodge that way than in a franchise hotel.

Their peak season is autumn. And no wonder. The leaves change colours, cooler temps, and a variety of fairs and festivals begin. There’s something to do literally every weekend. And of course there’s always something to do at the vineyards.

So next time you’re on the Southern Highroads, don’t just drive through Rabun. Stop and visit.