Author: mmbowden60

  • Hiking Solo

    Hiking Solo

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  • 5 Favorite Hikes around Atlanta

    5 Favorite Hikes around Atlanta

    I am always on the scout for great hikes that I can do over the weekend in a reasonable drive from my home in Roswell, GA.

  • Rooftop of the East

    The Black Mountain Crest…..

    Overview: Solo hike from March 19 – 21, 2016 making a loop by dropping pack at Cane River Gap on Highway 197, driving to northern trailhead of the Black Mountain Crest trail at Bowlen’s Creek Road (Watershed Rd), leaving car and riding bicycle 10 miles back to Cane River Gap. Hiking portion was on Big Butt trail, Mountain to Sea trail, Mt. Mitchell Road, Old Summit trail, and Deep Gap trail (Black Mountain Crest trail) back to car.

    EC4E902D-27AF-44D4-A342-CF85B896077Ciphone_photo.jpgIt is difficult to find the Black Mountain Crest trailhead at Bowlens Creek. Turn onto Watershed road which is signed as a private drive. See sign for parking about 100 feet up road. Only room for 2 cars.

    I rode my mountain bike from the Bowlens Creek trailhead of the Crest Trail along highway 197 back to the Big Butt trail at the Cane River Gap trailhead. After ending a 10 mile ride with a 1300 foot climb, my legs were toast. After I locked my bike to a tree and picked up my backpack I felt like I had nothing left for the hike. I was soon laid out my pad in the middle of the trail for a short rest. The night before, I hadn’t slept well in the back of my van at a brightly lit rest stop in Waynesboro.

     

    It was slow going. Nice ridge walks. I looked for water and finally found it coming from rocks in side of the trail. Here is the location of this most likely unreliable water source.

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    Big Butt trail is a dry trail. I filled everything including my 2 liter. I was dragging all day. It blamed the bike ride. I finally reached the Blueridge Parkway and began the climb up Blackstock Mountain. It was still early to stop, but I camped in the middle of the MST trail at 6100 feet elevation. No water on the MST trail in this area. Fell asleep briefly before it got dark. Barely enough cell signal to get off a text after multiple attempts. Looking at the distances on MST and the various options up Mt Mitchell I considered  turning around. I thought to myself, “I’ll sleep on it and maybe I will feel better in the morning. One good thing.The predicted rain did not come. Plenty of clouds though. Water is a big issue.”

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    Day 2

    It wasn’t long and I had made good progress on the MST. Found water dripping from overhead rocks and went to work filling everything. Seemed like more water dripped on me than went in the bottle. Later reached Mt Mitchell road and I opted for the road walk to save time. Need to finish Monday or people will be worried. There were numerous streams coming down to the road. It would have been a much easier place to fill bottles.

    I reached the ranger station and opted to take the old Summit trail. The first part was okay but the piece beyond the restaurant was a nightmare of rock scrambles. Bypassing the summit, I came out on the road again and walked the short distance to Deep Gap trailhead. My map calls this Back Mountain Crest trail, but the signs here call it Deep Gap Trail. The trail starts in a picnic area on the far left (North) of the lower parking area. It is marked with Deep Gap Trail signs. The trail starts off flat and smooth. To good to be true and it doesn’t last. Soon I am knocking off 6’ers. Craig’s Pea and Old Tom’s peak. From here it trail is only 11 miles to my car and I have one more trail night which I spend at Deep Gap. I no longer worry about finishing on time.

    Day 2 & 3 (Late Afternoon / Night  / Early Morning)

    Shortly before reaching Deep Gap a few snow pellets began blowing in. By the time I reached Deep Gap at about 4 PM the snow was coming down and the temperature was dropping. The first order of business was to get the tent set up. I soon learned that it is best to pack the tent with the doors zipped up. As soon as I raised the tent on hiking poles, the door opened to the wind allowing  snow to blow into the tent. I later swept the snow out as best I could. The 2nd lesson learned is to place the tent in a less exposed area (even if it might have been hard to squeeze in) and to orient the tent so that the door is not facing into the wind. This being a new tent, I thought it had doors on both sides with one door always out of the wind. The opening on the other side was actually a large mosquito netted window, not a door. Additionally, this tent needs the lower profile end facing directly into the wind. The vestibule flap on higher profile side would make a nice sail. All night long the tent shook with loud rattling and ripping sounds. The walls pushed in and it felt like the tent was being bounced around by a giant. During the night tent stakes were ripped from the ground on the key tent anchor points of the vestibule flaps. Three times, dressed only  in long johns and braving howling wind and blowing snow, I ran around in the dark replacing tent stakes.

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    There are a number of places where ropes are needed. In January there was a snow storm on this ridge that left 66 inches on Mt. Mitchell. Can you imagine attempting to hike this terrain in 66 inches of snow? You should always be prepared for severe weather at these elevations.

    As fierce as the wind was all night long, at 6 AM gusts blew in that made earlier winds seem mild in comparison. It was bad before, but the 6AM winds made me wonder about the limits of my situation.  I’ve always noticed that the wind tends to pick up just before and after sunrise and I hoped that the worst winds would soon be over.

    Long before daylight I had made my plan for exiting this frigid wind tunnel. I knew which clothes I would change into and I planned to pack all gear except for sleeping pads and tent without leaving the tent. Even sleeping pads would have been packed while inside the tent if they could have fit inside the pack.  Given the conditions, I had not hung a bear bag. If a bear wanted to come out in this weather for a snack, he could have it.

    All packed except for the tent and sleeping pads, I exited the tent and was blasted by wind. I struggled to stand whenever I was knocked a little off balance by a gust. As I began pulling tent stakes it became evident that the tent would mount to the sky as soon as I pulled the last stake. I pulled my sleeping pad and backpack out of the tent and placed the backpack on top of the sleeping pad to hold it down. The backpack immediately caught the wind and started rolling and the sleeping pad began to fly. I snatched the pad just in time and wondered how I could hold or pin down tent, tent sack, and 2 pads, while simultaneously packing. This felt like a hurricane scene I had seen in one of those old silent movies… maybe the Keystone Cops.  I explored to the backside of the campsite and found an area  less exposed to the wind. There was a large rock ledge and some trees that provided some protection from the wind. One by one I carried my backpack and other items to this spot where  I was able to lay out the last items while packing. A few days later, I checked the weather records for Mt. Mitchell and found that the temperature had dropped to 13 degrees F that morning with a -9 degree F windchill and wind gusts up to 40 mph. The Mt. Mitchell weather station also confirmed that the strongest gusts were shortly before sunrise.

    Day 3

    The Crest Trail was slow going. Like many hikes that follow narrow ridges there were contnuous obstacles and scrambles. I hiked with only 4 oz of water since the night before and I had skipped breakfast. My other water was frozen. My main objective was to move steadily in order to get off the exposed ridgetop section of this trail. Whenever I hit an open area, it was difficult to keep balance with powerful gusts hitting me from the left. Hiking on the leeward East side of the ridge gave some relief. The scariest part was pulling up a rocky face to the top of an exposed narrow ledge where the wind felt like it was going to push me over the side.

    I finally reached a road path that followed the contour of the mountain along the west side. Though on the windward side I could make fast progress on this easily walked section. This soon led me to the point where the trail descended from the crest. After 5 minutes of descent, I saw my first people since Mt Mitchell. A group of 5 or 6 with heavy backpacks were headed toward the crest. They were sure to have some interesting times with those packs on the rock scrambles. Once off the crest there were soon a number of water sources.

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    This is the trail. No ropes here.

    Heavy cloud blankets view back along the Black Mountain Crest toward Mt. Mitchell.

  • Smoky Mountain 900 Miler Experience.

    I recently completed hiking all of the trails in the Great Smoky Mountain National Park (GSMNP). It took me about 38 years. I started at age 17 when my brother and I did a north-south thru-hike of the Smoky Mountain AT section. There are 800.8 miles of trails in the Smokies. People have determined that all of these trails can be hiked in 900 miles. It took me 1099 miles to hike these 800 miles.

    Camping in the Smokies

    Some people manage to hike every trail in the Smokies without ever carrying a full pack and camping. Not me. Over 38 years of hiking in the Smokies I camped a total of 62 nights; 30 nights in tents (mostly tarp tent), 23 trail shelter nights, 7 nights sleeping in van or car, and 2 nights sleeping under the stars (cowboy camping). The only shelters I haven’t stayed in are Mollies Ridge, Davenport, and Double Spring Gap. I have stayed at 22 unique backcountry campsites.

    When my brother and I first hiked the AT through the Smokies we didn’t know that permits were required. After a sleepless night in a Honda Accord at the Davenport Gap trailhead, a park ranger pulled up.  She explained that we needed a backcountry permit to reserve spaces in shelters. With some shelters full, we had to choose shelters that didn’t make for the ideal hiking distance. The shelters in those days were covered with chain link fence to keep bears out. Years later, bear lines were erected at every shelter and every backcountry campsite. Over time the last of the chain link fencing was removed. Laurel Gap Shelter was the last to complete this renovation with the job completed in December 2011. Just a couple of years ago, the park service began charging $4 per night for backcountry camping.

    Surviving the Weather

    I hiked and camped in all seasons, the toughest hike having been an exhausting trudge through snow up Chasteen Creek and Hughes Ridge to Pecks Corner where I post holed the last mile while counting out steps by 100’s or 50’s to the next rest break.  Another time I hiked through snow with cross-country skis strapped to my pack. Reaching the highpoint,  I attempted to ski down the AT and Sweat Heifer Creek trail. Yet, another time I was on the Boulevard trail and regretted not having micr0-spikes for the ice. With the growing dark and sloping ice covering the trail there were times I thought I wouldn’t be able to pass.  Yet another trip, I spent a night next to Gregory Bald in Sheep Pen gap where I banked snow along the sides of my tarp to block frigid gusts of wind. I slept in two sleeping bags wearing all my clothing — long underwear, fleece cap, clothes, and down jacket.

    Sometimes it was wet. I hiked in the rain and even slept wet twice. At Andrews Bald after hiking all day in heavy rains, I found that my pack had filled with water. My sleeping bag was wet and none of my lighters would work. After an uncooked dinner, it was a chilly and uncomfortable night in a wet sleeping bag.

    In Cataloochee Valley, I hiked in and camped. The next day I did a loop hike back to my tarp for a 2nd night of camping. During this hike a cold rain turned into snow. Upon returning to camp, I was wet and chilled. I changed into dry clothing, started some hot food, and zipped into my sleeping bag. After finally ridding myself of the chill, I couldn’t bring myself to face another night and day of miserable cold. I packed up and hiked directly back to the van, thus cutting the trip short by a couple of days. If I had stayed, a polar blast would have caught me in the Smokies with snow and low single digit temps. Cutting the trip short had been one of the best decisions I had ever made.

    Over the course of the hikes there were many stream crossings. In the Smokies there is usually a split log bridge with rail, but not always. I had one close call when I was nearly swept away in a freezing and swollen Eagle Creek.

    Trailhead to Trailhead

    Starting from one trailhead and ending at another trailhead means that a little planning is in order. The nice thing about the Smokies are the endless possibilities for loop hikes. Some loops might require tracing steps for a few miles while other loops might be mean coming out at a nearby trailhead. Where the distance was short, I occasionally walked between trailheads. Usually I stashed a bicycle in the woods and rode the bicycle to the trailhead where my van was parked. Using my bicycle meant that I not only hiked much of the Smokies, but also bicycled a great deal of the Smokies. I bicycled much of Hwy 321 between Cosby and Greenbrier and traveled by bicycle on Greenbrier Road, Cherokee Orchard Road, Little River Road, Cades Cove Road, Middle Prong Raod, Wear Cove, Parson Branch Road, Cataloochee Road, Cover Creek Road, Newfound Gap Road, and Clingmans Dome Road. I cycled on Gatlinburg Trail and through the tunnel on Newfound Gap road. I bicycled while it was raining and while it was snowing. I was shuttled once and I used the ferry boat to Hazel Creek. The only time I used cars at both ends was when my brother and I hiked the AT in 1979.

    Wildlife

    I am always asked how many bears I have seen. I can only recall seeing 2 bears in the Smokies since the 70’s. The first bear was on Bone Valley Trail and I was able to get a blurry photo. Another hiker at the time told me that he saw this same bear come out of the historic cabin at the end of Bone Valley trail. The next bear was on Gabes Mountain trail very near the intersection with Maddron Bald trail. That one was up close and he had as big a scare as I had. More numerous were the bear stories. Whenever hikers gathered at shelters bear stories of all sorts were told. To hear them, you would think that bears were showing up everywhere. In the 70’s, the bears had lost fear of people. At Russell Field Shelter, my brother and I hiked in after a long 14 mile day only to find 3 bears wandering around camp. That night a bear climbed on the shelter chain link fence in an attempt to get into the shelter where we slept. According to the Smoky Mountain Trail book, only one person has been killed in a bear attack. This happened to a lady on Goshen Prong trail not far from Little River trail.

    In my opinion, the little Dark Eyed Junco can be scarier than a bear — at least more startling. This little bird builds nests on the ground in little crevices and hideaways between rocks. When hiking past, a Junco is liable to come darting out of a bank right past your face. At that point, the Dark Eyed Junco takes a position on a nearby limb and makes a racket until you move on.

    On the bigger side, I have seen more deer than bear, but not as many as most people expect. Most of the wildlife is near roads and cabins. I saw a razorback pig on Lakeshore trail that was definitely not afraid of me. There were large Elk that were mostly in Cattalooche Valley. More worrisome than what I could see was what I couldn’t see — grunts and screeches in the night, glowing eyes bobbing around in the dark. I night hiked 3 times in the Smokies. On Beech Gap trail I heard what might have been another bear. Who knows? For a while it followed me in the dark as I hiked alone. It made low rough grunting sounds that only a big animal could make. Tried as I might, I couldn’t see it with my headlamp. I hiked faster.

    People

    I nearly always hiked solo, but I enjoyed seeing other people at shelters and campsites. Usually campsites were empty, but there were plenty of people to share stories with at shelters. At night when alone, I liked to listen to talk radio broadcasts or recordings. It somehow made me feel a little less alone.  When the weather was bad I would often go without seeing another person. Though Pecks Corner Shelter was booked than capacity, I arrived to find that I was the only occupant. The snow had caused all others to cancel or change their plans.

    Some trails are less hiked. Enloe Creek trail and Hannah Mountain trail are good choices to get away from people. Laurel Falls trail from Little River Road to the falls easily wins the award for the most populated trail. This trail is by far the most congested. The fact that the trail is paved with asphalt is a good hint. Cars line the road for hundreds of feet on both sides and in both directions where the trailhead parking lot overflows.

    My Favorite Trails in the Smokies

    The weather and seasons affect our impressions of the trails, but those prejudices aside, here are my favorite trails.

    Alum Cave Trail – Although crowded, this is a classic that shouldn’t be missed. Stay on the top of LeConte at the trail shelter or the lodge.

    Chimney Tops Trail – For the sake of a quick heart throbbing adventure, I always recommend this trail to young people that don’t have much time. Again, this is not a trail for getting away from the crowds, but it is thrilling to climb the tops.

    Gregory Bald Trail and Hannah Mountain Trail – Gregory Bald can be incredible in the winter. Hannah Mountain Trail is solitude and a beautiful autumn hike.

    Balsam Mountain Trail and Mount Sterling Ridge Trail – This high elevation area is my favorite. Laurel Gap Shelter is my favorite shelter. Camp at Mount Sterling and climb the fire tower. Tricorner Knob is a nice high elevation shelter nearby on the AT.

    Enloe Creek Trail – Nice remote trail with a beautiful creek. It would be good in combo with Hughes Ridge.

    Appalachian Trail – Can’t go wrong. There is a reason this route through the GSMNP is chosen for the AT.

    Jenkins Ridge and Hazel Creek  Trails – Horace Kephart had his cabin on Jenkins Ridge trail. Jenkins Ridge is remote. Take the ferry to Hazel Creek.

    Gabes Mountain Trail – Maybe it was just the time I was there. Peaceful rain dripping from large trees. Hen Wallow Falls.

  • The Pinnacle

    January 30, 2016
     
     Overview: Trail with as much as 5 inches snow. Hiked to Pinnacle with 360 degree views and camped at site 3 on Pinnacle trail. Hiked beyond Blackrock Mountain.
     


    After hiking the Oconaluftee River Trail, I headed to Sylva to hike to Pinnacle overlook. After a stop at Subway to get a sandwich for the trail, I got started about 11 AM.
     
     There is self registration at the parking lot. This area has plenty of trail signs.
     
     My intent was to hike to the Blue Ridge Parkway and beyond to Waterrock Knob. I didn’t have time to make it that far even without the fact that I made a wrong turn and got off the trail for a mile.
     
     


    Open ridge leads a few feet to the Pinnacles.


    Lunch. Ate my tuna fish sub on this rock. Soaked up the sun.


    Looks like I should take wide path/road to right. Wrong! Take narrow path to left that goes straight up.


    After a mile of this on a false trail, I checked my GPS and I was at 5480 feet and beyond Blackrock Mountain going in the right general direction, but below the trail. I turned around when this old road reached a dead end.
     
     


    My tent and campsite.


    View from my tent as I lay here typing this blog.
     
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    Location:Sylva,United States

  • Oconaluftee River Trail

    January 30, 2016
     
     This 1.5 mile trail runs along the river from the park visitors center to Cherokee, NC. Along the way it passes under the Blue Ridge Parkway.
     
     


    Trout fishing.


    Mountain Farm Museum


    Finished the trail. Now I have to hike back. This really really did complete my hike of every trail in the Smokies!! Got it right the 3rd time.
     
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