Tag: Southbound

University spirit permeates this college town. A massive tiger paw dominates the main square downtown, sidewalks are adorned with diamond plaques honoring former star athletes and coaches (look for Charles Barkley and Bo Jackson),...

 Editor's Note This year marks the 10th anniversary of Southbound—10 years of travels in the American South. Of course, much has changed. When we founded the magazine a decade ago, we reported on eight Deep...

The Island's biggest draws, by far, are the plentiful opportunities it affords guests to reconnect with nature—opportunities that Amelia Island is invested in sustaining well into the future. 

A short list of the best new places to stay, including cliff-dweller treehouses, a historic bed and breakfast, and Dolly Parton's tour bus

There’s a common sentiment in Macon that downtown used to be nothing but parking lots—and now you can’t find anywhere to park. While you may have to settle for a space an extra block or two away these days, strolling around town is precisely the point of this charming central Georgia city’s cultural and social revival.

 Winding 115 miles through northwest South Carolina, from Lake Hartwell on the Georgia border to Gaffney just south of the North Carolina state line, the Cherokee Foothills National Scenic Byway offers some of the...

Plus destination dining at the Hermitage Hotel, a roadside food hall, and our recommendations for Kentucky bourbon getaways.

 Most people, it is safe to assume, do not go to New Orleans to relax. But when days of trolleys and po’ boys are followed by nights of jazz clubs and Sazeracs, relaxation is...

“I’ve played enough Minecraft to know where diamonds are,” my 19-year-old cousin says as we schlep across acres of muddy furrows with our rented bucket, sieves, and shovels. Although I’m highly skeptical of the real-world applications of Minecraft, there’s no sense in arguing when he points out a small rivulet of water trickling through the muck.

On that starry evening with a bright full moon, I wore a powder-blue outfit I’d made myself, a peasant-style skirt with a top that fell off my shoulders. John sported a suit and tie. As we pulled into Bern’s Steak House in Tampa, the lights and cars and overhang felt like a Hollywood red carpet scene to me. This was my first time to valet park.