Showing posts with label Spring Wildflower Hikes. Show all posts
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Friday, March 29, 2024

Beard Cane Backpack With Dan


Beard Cane Backpack With Dan


 Tuesday April 21, 2009 through Wed. April 22, 2009 

Dana Koogler and Dan Heimsoth

Ace Gap Trail to Beard Cane CS 3--Hesse Creek 
Planned to exit from Ace Gap out Hurricane Mountain Manway
to Goldmine Gap.     

16 miles total hiked distance 



  My friend Dan Heimsoth and I put our heads together to figure what to do for a Spring trip while he was in the area?  He had heard me tell about how pretty Beard Cane Trail was and how much I liked campsite 3.  We decided to try a backpacking trip to that spot for Spring wildflowers.   We'd also try a shuttle hike with one vehicle at the Ace Gap Trailhead in Dry Valley and another at Goldmine Gap Trailhead.  We would attempt the Hurricane Mountain Manway as our exit route.    






   
Above:  Trailhead sign where we began.   Only  6.3 miles to the camp. 

 
    We met up and set our shuttle vehicles and put our plan in motion.  It is worth mentioning that I was so over eager to do this backpack trip I did it a month earlier solo.  I did it as a shuttle then also.
My daughter Crystal helped me set the shuttle and dropped me off.  It was not a complete bust, but way too premature for wildflowers in bloom.  It also rained on me much of the time.  I made the best of it. I spent the time hiking out from the camp exploring between cloud bursts.  I managed to have a camp fire for awhile despite the rain.  I also  rested after a long stretch of shifts at the hospital and read a good book.    The second trip with Dan was perfect weather and made up for the first one.

      
           We took a short side trip with just cameras down to Bull Sink which Dan had never visited. 
The wildflowers there were very pretty.  Green violet, deep purple and pale lavender dwarf larkspur, yellow trilliums, mossy velvet green boulders. It was a blue sky and sunshine day.  Mild temperatures and a nice breeze.    The Bull Sink is a deep cave system with a wet weather cascade dropping into it.  White trilliums bloomed on a rocky ledge over the cave entrance.   It is a dramatic setting.  Purple phacelia also graces the slope heading into the mouth of the sink.  The previous Summer a dog had to be rescued who had fallen into the cave.  He was saved by some men working construction nearby who heard him barking.   

   



Above:  Bull Sink was our initial side trip minus heavy overnight packs.


Below is a short video clip of Bull Sink made in Spring of 2021 while the cascade was flowing. I walked down into the rocks at the brim of the sink very careful to get this footage, but I did not put myself in danger to do it.   













Below: a close up of Dwarf Larkspur. Such a pretty color!




Below: Ace Gap trail was essentially bare in most places.  




 We  hiked out Ace Gap trail and still didn't see much in bloom. It is a pretty trail and not too difficult.
We stopped on our way at the now closed CS 7 for lunch.   Dan remarked he could hardly wait until he was out of cell phone range so he'd not have to worry about work phoning him anymore.  We arrived at Blair Gap and that was when cell service was no more!   At Blair Gap the trail goes in four directions. Hurricane Mountain Manway heads west along the ridge. Blair Gap Trail heads down onto the Blackberry Farm our Mountain Homes property running along Blair Branch.  Beard Cane Creek Trail heads due south to CS 3 and behind us was Ace Gap Trail we just finished heading east.   We turned left along Beard Cane Trail the mere 0.60 miles to the campsite.  The valley to our left was a forest of pale, Spring green poplars beginning to leaf out.   The sky was a cloudless cerulean blue. The air was just right. Fresh and clean.  We did not see a lot of flowers along this section of trail either.  It was still appealing scenery for the forest itself and the yellow trilliums, a few gaywings, catesbys trilliums, dwarf iris and wild geranium. The blooms were improving the further we went. 

Below: trailing arbutus was one of the early blooms and one of few things in bloom along Ace Gap Trail


  Below: before we made it off Ace Gap Trail entirely we did see a few gaywings in bloom



Below:  We finally arrived at Hesse Creek which has to be crossed within sight of the camp.
It was beautiful today.   Today we were able to rock hop the stream without donning water shoes or getting wet.  Quite a different story from a month earlier! 


   We took time to drop our packs and pick out our tent sites and set up.  Camp Site 3 is situated  by the creek on a nice level, soft pine needle carpet.  I can't think of a more perfect time to camp here than we chose.   It has wildflowers in and around the site.  If you didn't do anything more than stroll around the immediate area you still come across plenty wildflowers.   Across from the camp the forest floor was laden with gaywings that looked like hot pink polka dots on the rusty red pine needles.  Stands of fluffy white foam flowers  and bright purple blotches of wild geranium were scattered around.  We saw so many catesbys trilliums in camp we had to watch where we walked not to trample them.  Once we established camp and stowed our gear we packed a few things in one pack and set off down Beard Cane trail again to see what we might find?   

    

Above and below are scenes from just after set up of camp. My tent on the left and Dan's on the right. I was so envious of his Eureka tent I went out and bought one shortly after this. We went camping again along Goshen Prong and by then I had mine and used it.  








Above: Loved this scene of Hesse Creek flowing on past camp . It is so sparkling and clear in the afternoon sun.

Below: our camp fire later that evening.   You can see the salt shaker sitting on the rocks.  My trip report says we fixed chicken and rice and beef stew for dinner that evening and that it was good. 
I never used a lot of pre-packaged backpacker food.  I usually made my own in the dehydrator or some other way.   





Above: Beard Cane trail heading away from camp heading south.  


Below is the same spot a month earlier on my rainy backpack solo trip. What a difference, eh? 














Above: close up of the air plane with propellers look of gaywings.
Below:  the forest floor littered with these near camp!






Below: Dan taking wildflower pictures 




Below: close up of dwarf crested iris



Below: unfurling fiddleheads of Christmas ferns 





Above:  a bit further out Beard Cane Trail look how gloomy it was in this spot!  
Below: a close up of foam flower with its little peach highlights and super sweet scent.




Below: a pretty spot along Beard Cane Trail out from camp. By the time this reaches campsite 11 out the trail is ugly from a past hurricane. 


Below: a pale yellow trillium on Beard Cane Trail. 




Below: Catesby's trillium on Beard Cane





  We hiked about half the 3 mile distance between CS 3 and CS 11 ogling wildflowers.   It was and will always been one of the prettiest wildflower displays in the park.   The variety is not as great, but the quality and quantity of flowers and the scenery make it extra special.    It is the stuff of dreams and fantasies.   The other nice thing is that it is so remote you don't encounter many people if any others at all.   We never saw another soul.   You have it to yourself except for whoever came with you.  We saw large clusters of barren strawberry, gaywings, purple and blue dwarf iris, white foam flowers, chickweed, fiddleheads on ferns, catesbys trilliums in many shades of color, and a few wake robin trilliums.  Yellow trilliums were present of course and were the palest shade of yellow I'd ever seen.
Had we hit this area about two weeks earlier there would have been abundant trout lilies and spring beauties.  Poison ivy grows all along this trail so we had to watch out for it. 


Below: close up of barren strawberry

Below: leaves of three let it be!  Poison ivy




One of the things I noticed on this trip was the difference in a type of Catesby's trillium.
I had seen it before at Tallassee.  They are the only two spots I have seen this variation.  I believed and still do that it is a sub type of Catesby's trillium. I have since found research by others supporting that hypothesis.  One scientist suggested that this may represent a hybridization between T. catesbaei and T. sulcatum.  I doubt this as the one's I am seeing have no T. sulcatum anywhere within several counties of them to hybridize with.   Plus I have seen the photos of those hybrids and they more closely resemble regular Catesby's trillium than this subtype. 



Above: standard, text book sort of Trillium catesbaei with the bloom hanging down and the petal edges curly and deeply recurved.  


Below:  what I believe may represent a subtype of Trillium catesbaei.   It has wider petals, no curly edges on the petals, and the petals appear shorter and less recurved than is typical.   
It is noteworthy that I have seen the subtype in white and shades of pink.   
 








Beard Cane Trail has numerous creek crossings. Today recent rains had the streams along this stretch flowing high enough they could not be rock hopped.  This was a bit surprising since Hesse Creek was doable without water shoes.   Still they were easier than a month ago hiking during the rain storm.
We rambled along enjoying the scenery and wildflowers for a couple hours.   Finally Dan turned to me and said "We should head back. Just one more flower?" he kidded me.  I have never had anyone handle my wildflower rabies with anymore tact.  It can be both a blessing and a curse to be so well known by your friends.  He was right though. Back in camp we were tired and hungry. We built a good camp fire and started dinner.    We cleaned up our dishes and sat round the fire chatting and had a few good laughs. Around 8:45 p.m. it grew dark and chilly.  We doused our fire and turned in to our respective tents for the night.  We laughed at ourselves in our funny looking sleeping garb.   Long johns and neon orange tobaggans.    

    The next morning we rose and had a leisurely breakfast and gradually packed up.  It got down to 38 ° during the night. I didn't rest quite as well as Dan.   He had been up for about an hour before me. 
I got cold during the night and woke to put on an extra layer of clothing.   Once we packed up we forded Hesse Creek once again and reversed course up Beard Cane Trail to Blair Gap.  
 We picked up the Hurricane Mountain Manway and began our hike out in earnest.   It wasn't the hardest hike, but we did have to climb over and under downed trees. The manway climbed to a ridgeline and then was a little more open.  We had pretty views of the mountains to our left from up here.   The pine forest smelled great!  The woods through here were pretty dead.  Bellwort, gaywings, and vernal iris were along this manway.  We came to a trail intersection.  We found a Blackberry Farm trail map box here. We each got us a map.   I think the trail that descended here was called "Horse Slide" or some such.  There were a few moments on this bushwhack that we had to take backpacks off and crawl under downed trees then gear up again.   Not exactly smooth going or ideal for a backpack trip.  
     I believe it was about halfway through this manway when we made our mistake.  We were gabbing, we were gawking around at new scenery.  We encountered a large downed tree with the top part over the trail. No way around it or through it.  I believe it was here we messed up.  Once around that tree we spotted another trail with markings.   For some reason we began following the trail markers.  I think our reasoning was that the Hurricane Mountain Manway was fairly well known border trail.  We believed the Blackberry Farm was maintaining it and possibly marking it for their use.   We happily followed the trail blazes. The scenery was gorgeous.  I can't forget the elation we both felt at the beautiful scenery on a perfect morning.   We roamed along. We were encountering beautiful wildflowers, a stream, a wild open green area. We also found a lot of morel mushrooms.  We got out a plastic bag and went to morel picking.   That was like finding treasure. We thought we'd go by Dan's chalet and fry those up and eat them when we got out of here.   

         I am not sure at what point we figured out we were off course.  We never got upset.  You're never lost long as your somewhere you want to be!  And we wanted to be here.   I later learned we were in the former logging camp of Eldorado!      At last we arrived at a grassy open meadow.  I knew where we were. I knew we were on the far back edge of the Blackberry Farm.    We were seeing side trails taking off and up the bluff to our left.   Dan was of the mind we should try one of them to attempt to regain the Hurricane Mountain Manway.     I disagreed.  I looked out and could see Hesse Creek to our right.

   I tried to think how I was going to reason with him.  We had never had a falling out as friends.
Not once. I didn't want to start now.   I told him "You do what you need to do, but I'm not doing that. You see that over there? That is Hesse Creek.  That much is certain. It did not get up and move since this map was put together.   If we follow it we are going to come out near buildings and probably a trail.    Let's stay in this grassy field and follow it and see if we can get ourselves sorted out that way.  If we have to we can stop at one of the houses for assistance and directions.  We've never fought before. I am growing tired and hungry. We still have a good distance left to go.  Let's not waste time or energy." 

   He conceded my point and we walked along the edge of the grassy field.    Before long I saw the glint of metal through the tree canopy ahead. I knew exactly where we were! Our situation was not bad at all. Matter of fact we probably would come out of this easier than had we remained on the manway.
    We were heading straight for Cane Creek manway.   It is a continuation of the official Cane Creek Trail.  It lies just outside the park boundary.   By staying straight we ended up walking right onto it and turning left and were on the trail we needed.   

   
Below: One of the flat, pretty, open areas we encountered back in Eldorado.






Below: The grassy meadow.  We aren't in Kansas anymore Dorothy!   




Below: One of many, many crossings of Cane Creek on our hike out to my jeep.   




  Cane Creek Trail is beautiful any time of year.  Today was no exception.  We enjoyed it, but were growing tired.   We forded the stream many times. We grew weary of donning water shoes.  We hiked for stretches in the water shoes trying to skip some of the changes.    We both got punchy from fatigue. We sat down to whine a little bit and eat a snack and rest at CS 2.   After some rest and food we were a little better. We knew then we only had about 2 miles left to the car.   It was still a lot of uphill walking, but I have hiked it often enough I know where the climbs are.  It helps me to know how much further to get to the end and how much climb is left.  While we were on a brief rest break I checked my pack to see that my keys were in there secure. They were.    

    We both were glad to see the jeep at the end.  We loaded up our gear.  I had dry clothes and deodorant in the vehicle.  We quickly changed shirts and shoes and tidied up a bit.   I told him I thought we had worked off way too many calories and that since I was driving I was calling the shots!  We were heading to Little River Barbecue for supper!  It was 5:30 p.m/ and we weren't going to argue about it!
He laughed and was happy to go along with that.   I took us to dinner on me.    Once we were cleaned up and rested a bit and bellies full we felt better.  We checked on those mushrooms. Those poor morels were beat to hell. They were only fit for the trash!    We laughed about it and tossed them out.
   Back round to pick up Dan's jeep at Ace Gap Trail. We said our good byes for the trip. He is an excellent friend.    Not many like this guy.   He was a nice Christian gentleman always.  We got along great since sometimes we talked a lot. Other times we traveled in silence which was also nice.  

      A trip to remember for sure! 




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Tuesday, March 26, 2024

Enloe Creek to Chasteen Creek With Rich

 Enloe Creek  to Chasteen Creek With Rich


Friday April 13, 2007 

Dana Koogler and Rich Stevenson
Total Hike Distance 10.8 miles 



 35.611300,-83.261200


35.587220,-83.310810




    Rich and I met at Smokemont Campground at nine a.m. Friday morning.  We'd been planning on camping, but the weatherman called for foul weather most of the weekend.   We decided to bag the camping trip and just day hike.   The weather started off cool and clear. Temperatures were thirty degrees to start with, but warmed up to sixty.  We got rained on several times through the day, but thankfully it was just short lived sprinkles.   It was great to see Rich and spend some time with him.


Below: pair of white trilliums along the start of the hike



   We left my jeep at Smokemont and headed over to Qualla Boundary to begin our hike in Ravens Fork.   On the way we spotted some members of the EBCI in their ceremonial garb.  They were over in the Oconaluftee  Pioneer settlement.   We began by hiking up Hyatt Ridge for 1.9 miles to the gap and from there picked up Enloe Creek Trail which leads downhill into Ravens Fork gorge and passes CS 47. The trail is 3.6 miles long and ends atop Hughes Ridge.  I had backpacked to CS 47 previously, but while it was a pretty trip it was lonely.   It was snakey being June and the grass was tall.  It was prettier today and far more enjoyable with a companion.   Lots of Spring wildflowers to see.    I noticed the park service added bear cables at CS 47.  I had to make my own when I stayed. 
Ravens Fork is a major stream in the Smokies, and has carved out a massive gorge in the mountains.   Boulders the size of buicks can be seen here in and along the river.  

   The stream is one cascade and placid pool after another.  Last Spring Bill Stowell, Kenny and myself bushwhacked up the gorge from Big Cove Road as far as The Big Boy which is a thirty foot cascade on the river.   It was tough going and not nearly as pretty as I had hoped.   It was a lot of trouble to make it back there for not much pay off.  


Above: metal bridge over Ravens Fork

Below: a scenic cascade on Ravens Fork 


Below: another scenic pool of water on Ravens Fork





Below: a pretty cascade on Enloe Creek





Below: the Enloe Creek trail is very pretty




     The forest is greening up and coming to life.   We noticed a recent cold snap had damaged some of the blooms.   Enloe Creek trail passes the stream and remains high above it for most of the way.  The slopes are steep at any given point, but at some places are a sheer drop.  We soon spotted a glint of white indicating we were paralleling Enloe Creek Falls.  Today we would bushwhack down to it for an up close view.   The slopes were mossy and green and bore white trilliums, squirrel corn, and dutchmans britches.  It was a nice looking waterfall of twenty five feet high and twenty feet wide.  It drops over a rocky ledge in the river.  We side hilled it around to where we thought we could get the best shot from the base.   Unfortunately there were still lots of tree limbs in the way.   I shucked off my boots, rolling  up my pant legs to above my knees.  I borrowed a hiking pole from Rich. I forded the creek to get a shot from the far bank.  He did not want to do this.  I eased into the cold water testing the depth as I went.  I believed I'd be no deeper than mid thigh after I tested it.  One false step though and I plunged in up to my hooha in that cold water.  I hurried to get up on the rocks.  I was setting up to take pictures when an ugly thought occurred to me.  I yelled back across the creek "NO PICTURES!"  "TOO LATE! " was Rich's reply from his side of the creek.  

Below: shallow spot where I tried to ford Enloe Creek. It seemed like a good idea at the time.


Below: photo Rich took of me in my foolish creek crossing

Below: Enloe Creek Falls from the base unobstructed! 






Above: Rich grins down at me with a little smirk.  

          I got some shots and found a better way to ford the creek back across.  Despite his proclivity for blackmail shots he IS a good friend. He had rope and a helping hand to get me back up that slippery rock embankment safely.  It was worth it. A trip wouldn't be the same if somebody didn't pull a boneheaded move at some point, right? 

   We  had the steep, steep bank to go up to regain the trail. We crawled up it like dogs.  I told him when we got back to nice flat ground I could kiss it.   We continued taking in the sights of the creek below. It looked like a silky white ribbon running through green trees.  The trail itself was gorgeous.  We saw loads of wildflowers. Dwarf ginseng, yellow trout lilies, purple phlox, fringed phacelia like snow covering the ground in places.  Lots and lots of big trees.  Enormous yellow buckeye with their peeling bark and the shiny buckeyes they drop.  We decided to continue to the point where the trail crossed the creek and stop for lunch.   The crossing is over a foot log in a real picturesque setting.   We were refreshed and surprised by the unending beauty.  I would say that this hike is one of my all time favorites.  Mossy glens with rivulets of water streaming down to join the main creek.  Wildflowers carpeting the forest floor.   



Below: the steep bank we had to climb back up to the trail



Below: white ribbon of Enloe Creek slides down the mountain



     Enloe Creek begins its climb to join Chasteen Creek Trail atop Hughes Ridge.  We had a classic Dana & Rich moment on the trail.  Rich found a curry brush from a horse lying on the path.  He actually picked it up! (Can you say germphobe!) I asked him if I could brush his hair with it?  He said no.  I asked him if I could take pictures of me TRYING to brush his hair with it and him running away. Again he said no!  He hung it up in a tree so if someone saw it they could take it with them.   







Above:  another beautiful cascade on Enloe Creek. I think this one is my favorite.  

   We toiled bravely up the ridge. I huffed and puffed and had to stop frequently to blow my nose and sneeze.   Pollen was giving me fits of sneezing.  I said I'm so depressed then burst out laughing.   Rich asked why?  I said cause this is hard and I'm not very good at it.  I wasn't very convincing.  We went through one zone which was drab and lifeless. Spring had not arrived here up this high.    Soon we were on Hughes Ridge with only downhill or level hiking to go.  It was nice when we entered the balsam zone with the deep green-black rich firs.  


Below: This is a classic Smoky Mountains view. Enloe Creek above the bridge visible into the distance. 




    We met two elderly men backpacking on Chasteen Creek Trail as we were heading down.  I was wearing a red Bob Marley t shirt.   The first old guy remarked that his last name was Marley and made some reference to him being kin to Bob.  I asked him to sing us a song.  He didn't even know any Bob Marley music.    We visited with them briefly.  We got ready to push on the older one said  "Take off that shirt!"  My eyes widened and I answered him "I don't THINK SO!" I knew what the friend was thinking as he wouldn't make eye contact with me.   "Damn. I thought I could take him backpacking, but he's NOT READY. Look at his eyes! He's still crazy! Off his medication!"  The more reticent of the two with more restraint over his mouth indicated that they needed to get going.    I had to agree.   We mosied on. Rich never missed a beat, but told me "There is only one thing you need to remember about men. They are pigs!" I agreed and didn't let it bother me.  I told him I had come to expect some of that stuff from ODBs.  



Below: Dana Bee and Waterfall Rich on the bridge.  That is my red Bob Marley t shirt.  






      Chasteen Creek Trail begins at a swag on Hughes Ridge then goes down through another zone of dead and drab very briefly.   It was nice as we lost elevation to see things green up.  The patches of white trilliums and other wildflowers emerged once more.    Rich spotted a deep purple bloom and asked me what it was. We had run upon some purple larkspur.  It isn't real common.
It was a lot in one place too.   We passed CS 48 which is an attractive campsite.  We really liked this trail with its cascades, small waterfalls, and forest floor full of blooms.


Above:  trout lily by the trail

  
   We came to a point where we were high above Chasteen Creek to our right.   It wasn't long until we spotted an impressive long slide followed by a creek wide cascade.   It was very scenic.  Having never hiked the trail from this direction it took us a beat to realize that was Chasteen Creek Cascade!  We had both seen it before, but from the opposite direction.  It had a lot of water coming over it today.   We stopped to take pictures and enjoy the waterfall.    I stood there and pondered. I reached an important decision. "Rich, I have decided to take martial arts class.  Then when some fool starts some shit with me like that old guy today I can Kung Fu him!"  Rich laughed and said "Good idea,but be sure to tell 'em to lie still there for a minute. I've gotta take your picture. You're my first ass kicking!"  We had a good laugh over that. Stupid old guy telling me take my shirt off.  Ha-yah!   (click the link to hear my theme song) 😁

    




We came to the junction of Chasteen Creek trail with Bradley Fork Trail.  We continued on toward Smokemont Campground and my jeep.   The trail was wide, level, and follows Bradley Fork to our right.   The wide stream of Bradley Fork is beautiful all year long.  We came upon a clearing to the left where masses of purple phlox bloomed.   We turned aside to check it out.  Running cedar wound its way among the trees.  All this smelled great and looked even better.  We arrived at the campground at 8 pm.  It hit me we were done yet!  We had to drive back round to Straight Fork to get Rich's jeep.  We were both so tired, but stowed our gear and headed that way.   I remember us saying we now wished we had just camped. We could have rested then gone after the jeep the next day.   The weather turned out to be better than predicted.     

Below: Rich taking photos of the flowers and the cascades

Below:  a mass of phlox!  This smelled so good!  






  On the way to get the jeep we saw some elk grazing in a meadow.  They are neat looking animals.   I dropped Rich off at his vehicle and we said our good-byes.  On my way back out of Big Cove I looked at the mountainside looming above me.  The trees were not leafed out yet. I saw a huge black spot up there.  I first wondered if it was a cave entrance, but then the 'cave" started to move!  ;It was the biggest bear I've ever seen!  He was climbing round in the tree limbs and coming down. I wish I could have captured a photo of that, but at least I had the experience of seeing it.  What an acrobat he was! He was not exactly graceful, but he made up for it in size!  
Below: Chasteen Creek Cascade 






   I cranked up the radio for the long drive home.  I savored the events of today as I drove along.

Below is a video of Chasteen Creek Cascade in Spring though from another trip. 
I do not have any video of Enloe Creek or  the Ravens Fork Gorge. That footage was lost long ago on my other Youtube channel.