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February 5, 2013
The National Park website for The Great Smoky Mountains National Park will tell you that there are three main entrances to the park, but those of us who really KNOW the park will tell you that there are at least nine with countless others than only us "locals" know about and rest assured, we are not telling...............
I have loved this park from the time I was brought here as a tiny child (my mom has pictures to prove it that she refuses to part with) until now and count myself truly fortunate to have lived most of my life at its doorstep! I have gone to these mountains to celebrate the happiest days of my life and run to them during the darkest.
Within the park boundaries, there are 900 miles of officially maintained trails, but one doesn't have to look far to see evidence of many hundreds more. It doesn't take long to sit on a rock in the solitude and almost see the lives and hardships of those who built their homes among these hills many of whom were displaced by the park service. But that is a story for another day.
Becoming a member of the 900 Mile Club by hiking all 900 miles is quite a feat because one has to hike somewhere around 1500 miles in order to access all 900 miles. That makes more sense by looking at a trail map, but a simple explanation is that many of the trails are "internal" trails which means either end can only be reached by hiking another trail. In other words, there is no road access. Some have done it, but it is almost impossible to hike all 900 miles without backpacking overnight. To do so, you'd have to hike some 25-30 mile days which is beyond most people's capability.
Realistically, I have always known there are trails I'd never see because I do not backpack and even in my healthier days, 14 miles was about my limit. I long ago accepted that fact and simply set out to hike every trail I could. Every trail is unique and most of us will tell you that there is no bad day when you are hiking in the Smokies. I have favorite trails and I have trails which I laughingly say I'd probably never do again unless someone needs me to accompany them in order to help them "color their map," which is hiker jargon for marking off a trail you've completed. Sadly, I do not know exactly how many miles of trail I've completed because I only began keeping records in 2010. One of these days, I'll get around to tallying up that number, but I do know that since January 1, 2010, I have hiked 178 miles of trail I'd never done before.
But I have some favorites. And those are the ones I return to year
after year after year. They are ones I know every turn, every hill and
every rock. I know what the vistas look like in every season and I can
tell by the amount of water in the seeps whether the mountains need rain
or not. One of those trails is the West Prong Trail and it is there that I made my way two days after returning from Florida.
Easy to see from the pictures why this might be a favorite place.....................
On a gorgeous Saturday, Bill and I hiked from the Metcalf Bottoms Picnic Area to one of the most well preserved cabins in the Smokies, the Walker Sisters Cabin. Two days later, I hiked back to the cabin from the opposite direction via the Little Greenbrier Trail completing the hike we'd begun. On that day, I spent over an hour at the cabin eating lunch, thinking about the hardships of the lives of those who lived in that cabin and simply being grateful that I could enjoy it on that day.
Last Monday, after what seemed like forever, I was able to hike with my friends, Gene and Judi, whom I met two years ago through this blog and who have become friends as well as wonderful hiking partners. We hiked the Schoolhouse Gap and Chestnut Top trails on a wonderful winter day with snow capped mountain views off in the distance.
Then to cap off a wonderful week, Becca and I hiked to Indian Flats Falls, a "secret" waterfall that is about a tenth of a mile off-trail and you have to know where to find it. You can read her account of that day HERE because her pictures are much better than mine and you gotta see the one of me in my bright orange down jacket drinking coffee. You know a girl is serious about her coffee when she's willing to carry it four miles into the backcountry.
And when you read this on Monday morning, I'll be off again with Gene and Judi to conquer the Jakes Creek Trail with a little off-trail adventure to the summit of Blanket Mountain. It isn't new trail for me, but one I love and am looking forward to a great day.
So I leave you with a story of friendship and kindness. We hikers hike for the love of the trail and the joy it brings to our souls. I take not one step for granted because with a progressive chronic illness like Rheumatoid Arthritis, I am always painfully aware that my hiking days will likely come to an end. And it's a thought I can't even begin to comprehend or imagine. After a month off the trail while in Florida, I realized that the constant pain in my neck and shoulders was 100% gone leading me to understand it had to be caused or aggravated by carrying the heavy backpack. Water is HEAVY and when you hike eight to ten miles, you HAVE to carry appropriate amounts of water.
But the thermos of coffee???? Nice on a cold, 23 degree morning, but not essential. So imagine my surprise last Wednesday morning when, as we strapped on our packs, Becca sticks her hand out and says, "give me your water and while you're at it, hand me the thermos of coffee I know you have hidden in that backpack. I'm carrying it for you." And despite my protests, she insisted on carrying one of my water bottles AND my coffee.
But the thermos of coffee???? Nice on a cold, 23 degree morning, but not essential. So imagine my surprise last Wednesday morning when, as we strapped on our packs, Becca sticks her hand out and says, "give me your water and while you're at it, hand me the thermos of coffee I know you have hidden in that backpack. I'm carrying it for you." And despite my protests, she insisted on carrying one of my water bottles AND my coffee.
Now, granted, Becca is MUCH younger than me (a fact I forget as she is so settled and mature, she never SEEMS that much younger to me) and does backpack so is conditioned to carry a much heavier pack, but even so, hiking protocol dictates that each person is responsible for their own equipment and safety. This was above and beyond, a gesture which meant the world to me and one I'll never forget! This blog brought me Becca, a friendship I truly treasure!
Has someone done something for you lately that was totally unexpected, but will never be forgotten?