Paradise: If you have to ask …
I needed a water bottle. I wound up contemplating the price of paradise.
Packing for a week of backpacking last night, I could only put my hands on one Nalgene bottle. My MSR water filter screws into Nalgene water bottles, making an otherwise annoying task – pumping water from a stream – slightly less annoying. Since I was leaving town early this morning, I'd have to pick one up on the road. Which put me standing in front of the somewhat new REI in Asheville late this afternoon.
Dang!
It wasn't just the REI that wowed me, but the fact that within a block of the store in Asheville's new hip-and-urban Biltmore Park development you could also workout at the Y, get decent coffee and eat Chinese or Italian. As far as I could tell there was no compelling reason to ever get in a car. (Well, other than to go hiking in the nearby Pisgah, mountain biking at nearby Bent Creek or paddling on the nearby French Broad River.) A place where you could eat well, get properly caffeinated, work out and meet all your basic retail needs? This was my kind of place.
At least I thought so until I tried to find the price of living in this paradise and discovered that if you have to ask, you have to fill out a form just for the privilege of being able to ask.
Reckon I'll stick with the 'burbs.












