Campers are being tossed around in the wind and snowed on, water hoses freezing, as the promised winter storm has descended, causing the...

I slowly cruise my pickup truck loaded with supplies, pulling into the desolate main drag of Spruce Pine at 9 p.m. on a frigid December...

I realize that I have not taken any pictures of the river in its devastation. It feels like snapping an inappropriate photo of a dead...