Me and @northgeorgiasportsman strapped on the backpacks Friday morning and hiked several miles back into the headwaters of a creek deep in the Smokies. Destination: one of the favorite campsites of many of our old-timer hunting and fishing and literary heroes of years long gone by. I'm pushing 55 with legs starting to go downhill, so I was a bit apprehensive. It's been many a year since I've walked this far with a 42-lb pack on my back. But, the destination beckoned, and we set out from the trailhead about 8:00 AM in good spirits.
2 1/2 miles in, before the real hike started, we were still in good shape, and still had a few dry spots on our clothing:
We saw a couple of deer along the trail. Strangely enough, this one was blurry, much like bigfeets and black panthers are:
After a grueling climb across a steep ridge, and a brief adventure involving a yellowjacket nest that we stopped to rest on top of, our creek finally came into sight in the gorge far below us.
Wes having a myocardial infarction. I stopped having my own long enough to take this pic:
The Smokies are moist. Everything is damp and dripping with water vapor in the 100% perpetual humidity. If you sit still too long, moss will start growing on you.
We stopped for a break about five miles in at a backcountry campsite to rest and filter some water to refill our bottles. By this time, it was getting hot, and I was as wet as if I had jumped into the creek. I could have wrung large quantities of sweat out of any random article of clothing on my body. There were three steady drips of water pouring off my hat bill as we hiked, about one drip per second. We took off our packs, rested in the shade awhile, and a deer came up and poked its head out of the bushes and looked at us as we relaxed and drank water. We strapped back in and started on the last leg of our hike, mostly pleasant walking along the creek, with two minor ridges to cross before we got to our campsite.
We finally arrived in early afternoon, rested awhile, then got camp set up. This was our home for a couple days-sitting, cooking, eating, and sleeping in the same place as our mentors of yesterday:
The Park Service provides these cables, so that you can hoist your pack and food 15 feet in the air to keep the bears from toting them off:
We were here at last. We spent a couple hours lounging and resting before heading out to try the fishing. We were expecting good things.
2 1/2 miles in, before the real hike started, we were still in good shape, and still had a few dry spots on our clothing:
We saw a couple of deer along the trail. Strangely enough, this one was blurry, much like bigfeets and black panthers are:
After a grueling climb across a steep ridge, and a brief adventure involving a yellowjacket nest that we stopped to rest on top of, our creek finally came into sight in the gorge far below us.
Wes having a myocardial infarction. I stopped having my own long enough to take this pic:
The Smokies are moist. Everything is damp and dripping with water vapor in the 100% perpetual humidity. If you sit still too long, moss will start growing on you.
We stopped for a break about five miles in at a backcountry campsite to rest and filter some water to refill our bottles. By this time, it was getting hot, and I was as wet as if I had jumped into the creek. I could have wrung large quantities of sweat out of any random article of clothing on my body. There were three steady drips of water pouring off my hat bill as we hiked, about one drip per second. We took off our packs, rested in the shade awhile, and a deer came up and poked its head out of the bushes and looked at us as we relaxed and drank water. We strapped back in and started on the last leg of our hike, mostly pleasant walking along the creek, with two minor ridges to cross before we got to our campsite.
We finally arrived in early afternoon, rested awhile, then got camp set up. This was our home for a couple days-sitting, cooking, eating, and sleeping in the same place as our mentors of yesterday:
The Park Service provides these cables, so that you can hoist your pack and food 15 feet in the air to keep the bears from toting them off:
We were here at last. We spent a couple hours lounging and resting before heading out to try the fishing. We were expecting good things.
to be continued......