Powder Horn Mountain (PMH) is a gated residential/resort community in Triplett, Watauga County, North Carolina, located in the Blue Ridge Mountains. The project was founded by developer Bob Horne, and included a golf course, riding stables and trails in nearby Wilkes County, but after undergoing bankruptcy and foreclosure it was divided and sold separately. A group of property owners founded a partnership called the Laurel Creek Group, purchased the homes from foreclosure, and created the Powder Horn Mountain Property Owners Association. The group then deeded the common property to the homeowners association.
The golf course no longer exists, and the land is now owned by many individual owners and is not part of PHM. Leatherwood, a newly formed gated community, is located on the site of the old riding stables. Recent years have seen the community resuming steady but slow growth. The Powder Horn Mountain POA annexed more than 200 acres (0.81 km2) formerly known as "Brightwood IV" into Powder Horn in 2005, an area now known as Powder Horn Estates. The primary developer of Powder Horn Estates declared bankruptcy on August 15 2007. However, the Powder Horn Mountain POA remains viable, with a claim of eleven thousand dollars pending against the bankrupt estate. Most of the annexed property is now being liquidated by the court appointed trustee.
There is an unrelated Powder Horn Golf Community in Colorado .
Famous quotes containing the words powder horn, powder, horn and/or mountain:
“Uncle Ben’s brass bullet-mould
And powder horn, and Major Bogan’s face
Above the fire, in the half-light, plainly said
There’s naught to kill but the animated dead;”
—Allen Tate (1899–1979)
“Despite my asbestos gloves,
the cough is filling me with black,
and a red powder seeps through my veins....”
—Anne Sexton (1928–1974)
“He who goes oftenest round Cape Horn goes the most circumspectly.”
—Herman Melville (1819–1891)
“He was a fool—a brilliant man and I loved his beard, and there was the mountain ax in his brain, and all the blood poured out, and he could not see the Mexican sun. Your people raised the ax, and the last blood of revolutionary mankind, his poor blood, ran into the carpet.”
—Norman Mailer (b. 1923)