You know you're on Southern slopes when you zip down a black-diamond run called Moonshine. Snowshoe is way more "y'all" than "dude." Yet it's filled with the requisite perks you'd expect to find out West. This is the kind of place where you can chow down at Foxfire Grille
on Way Uptown Mac 'n Cheese (secret ingredients: lobster and crabmeat). Where resort management cancels all meetings on powder days. Where Ember, the fancy new bistro in town, serves fresh-caught fish flown overnight from Hawaii; Champagne in a can (Francis Ford Coppola's latest drink); and artisan cotton candy.
It's also the kind of place where people help others. We heard it from Southern Living reader Denise Ott Land of Norfolk, Virginia. On her second trip here, her family got stuck while driving in a blizzard. The first carload of locals pulled over. The local family fed and watered the Lands while fixing their car. "They treated us like family," Denise said. And they wouldn't take a dime.