Winding back up the trail, I reemerge into the late-morning sun. The clouds have surrendered, and it’s warm out. At the manor — which is being restored, but you can still go in — I find the Southern Highland Craft Guild shop. Inside, shelves display regional goods like hand-carved wooden bowls and busy little corn-husk dolls who hold miniature umbrellas and baskets and babies. Beadwork bracelets lie flat, snakelike, in a case of handmade jewelry. Around the corner, Blenko bottles — turquoise, garnet, tangerine — line a ledge in a second room, packed with North Carolina pottery.