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Saturday, June 17, 2017

Grandfather Mountain Camping Trip 2017

Looking into the throat of a Gray's Lily bloom.


Grandfather Mountain Camping -Waterfall 100 List Work


Dana & Kenny Koogler
Wally Storey
Nanette White & Andrew Houde

Friday June 9 through Sunday June 11, 2017





  Back when I began keeping a blog  I did it as a way of  journaling my experiences for my own benefit.  I sometimes go back and read them for pleasure to re-live the trip. I also rely upon the 
blog entries to help me keep up with particular details of how to get to a place. How difficult it was.
I never imagined what else would come of it.   One of the things that has happened is that it helped
make me a friend.  I had a fellow email me with an introduction of himself and his hobbies which 
lined up with mine very closely.   He had seen a link to my Cumberland Gal blog on Rich Stevenson's



He had asked me for some advice on a couple falls since we were both working
on completing the 

He saw that I had completed some he needed more recently.   It took awhile of hit and miss planning, but we finally got together to meet face to face instead of just phone and emails.  I made a great new friend and so did Kenny in Mr. Wally Storey. He is a very nice gentleman who has so much in common with me and Kenny.     I also hope to become friends with Mrs. Storey. 

Wally Storey-- my new waterfalling pal. I guess I'll have to share him with Kenny. :-D
I took this photo because there is a tiny blue periwinkle butterfly hitching a ride atop Wally's hat!


    We set a date and planned to meet up and camp at Grandfather Mountain Campground. 
Wally had some difficulty reaching Burnthouse Branch Falls and I still needed that one on my list.
I figured we could benefit from one another's experience and have fun and finally get to meet.
It worked out fine.  We arrived at the campground a few hours ahead of him. We got set up and rested and had lunch.  He arrived we made introductions. It seemed very quickly like we had known him for a long time.  He is an easy going guy.  He got his tent site ready and we decided we'd all go out for a half day of hiking.  We ended up seeing Otter Falls which is in a nearby newly created park. It is located in Seven Devils.  It was an easy, short and worthwhile visit.  The falls has an observation platform . steps to get you to the base. It has well constructed trails and conveniently placed benches for sitting.  It is in a lush green setting with lots of shade.   It would be a nice place to go any time.

Best view of Otter  Falls.  


           We hiked back to the parking area and continued toward our next destinations. 
We wanted to visit some of the falls that were short hikes in the Harpers Creek area.  We stopped
by Thorps Creek Falls which while very small is pretty and a super easy hike.  It is only 0.4 miles one way.  I had never been here so I was pleased to see something else new. 

Thorps Creek Falls

      Once done there we went a little further and arrived at the main parking area for Harper Creek Falls.  I wanted to hike this over and the men agreed to humor me.  I had not made it to the base last time thanks to the frayed rope threatening at any moment to break.   We brought our own today, but ended up not having to use it.  Since that time the rope has been replaced with new, stout rope in great condition.   We hiked steeply up and then leveled off and pressed on toward Harper Creek Falls.  
We saw a fair number of other hikers, but not nearly so many as last time.   We ended up having the falls to ourselves for a brief period. The shadows were growing long as the daylight passed into the golden glow of evening.    We stood down next to the clear waters of Harper Creek with the falls before us.  It was a beautiful setting.  I was really happy to have gotten to the bottom today.  I can tell that my balance and vision and depth perception have all improved since last time.  That is an excellent feeling,,, believe me.   

 Lower drops of Harper Creek Falls
Lovely plunge pool at the base
On the return hike we saw two cool things. One was a tiny baby ring neck snake.  I did not get a photo of him since he was very speedy. I did see a spreading pogonia along the path.  It was my first one this season.  I have seen these many times before.  

         Back at the car we realized it was very late. We were hot, tired, sweaty and hungry. We had planned to cook out steaks and such for dinner.  We opted instead to stop on the way back and grab something to eat.  Dirty as we were the Peddlin' Pig still let us in.  They fed us and boy were we glad.
Pulled Pork Barbecue with an assortment of sauces. Hush puppies freshly made.  Sweet tea. Kenny had a beer.   It was great.  We went back to the camper and Wally his tent. We said our good nights and  tired as I was.. I made myself get a shower before turning in.   I was filthy. 
We slept well and woke refreshed the next day ready for adventure.   We had no idea what this was going to turn out like.   Jason Horton had told me on Thursday regarding Burnthouse Branch Falls..." I can't wait for y'all to see it."  Those words would come ringing back to me later.

     Burnthouse Branch Falls Hike 


         I knew from reading the trip reports of others that this hike was not the easiest.  The mileage is
deceptive. It is only  six miles round trip.  We have hiked way worse than that.  Kevin Adam's directions state that the trail is cliff hugging and exceedingly steep up and down in places. He hit the nail on the head.  We came prepared.  We got an early start.  We brought rope.  Wally's previous two unsuccessful attempts went something like this.  He came to hike it only to find one of the roads gated off thus making the hike a good two miles longer than necessary.  Not enough daylight to get that distance covered.  Second time he and a buddy went and decided to try to come in from Mountains to Sea Trail which leads in from the opposite direction.  The problem they encountered today was that in order to reach Burnthouse Branch Falls you must ford Upper Creek. The trail continues right to the base of it, but it is on the far side from where you started.   Upper Creek was far too deep to safely ford this time.  Today we came in knowing that Jason had visited only a week earlier.  Road was open.  No downed trees across the road itself.  Recent rains should have the falls flowing really nicely.  It would be worth the trip. I noticed Jason did not bother going to nearby Ravencliff Falls which is so unlike him.  That should have been a red flag.   We told ourselves we'd save that for the hike back out. 

         Below is a photo of the first rocky place above Upper Creek we stopped. I took very few photos today.  It was a tough one.


    The hike starts out harmless enough.  A wide, fairly level logging road which dwindles down to a true forest path.  It winds along on the right of Upper Creek heading upstream. Upper Creek is an almost continuous series of pools, cascades, slides and falls.   It is one of the all time prettiest streams because there is something to see nearly the entire way.   The trail then begins to climb and edges nearer the brink of the bluff.   It is very narrow.  Part of the challenge in keeping up with it is negotiating the narrow, cliff hugging trail up and down over rocky patches and boulders.  We took our time and were very careful.   Jason had also told me the trail got harder to distinguish in the last half mile before the falls. He couldn't have said it any better.  We had no real trouble following it until we got to that last stretch.   Kenny was scouting at this point. The trail appeared to go down the bluff toward the river.  According to the map and Kevin's directions that should be right. We did tie off a piece of static line to help with the steep slope. It was muddy and filled with chunks of branches.
We made it down that part and encountered a blow down. The lap of a tree was before us.  Kenny told us to stay put while he tried to figure what came next. The trail seemed to go down here but 
one barely discernible track lead up through some brush.  He hollered for us soon and said to come on up so we headed his way. It was a steep climb without any trail.  We didn't go far though til we could barely see and hear the falls.     Kenny insisted there was a way down here.  

      We headed toward him and the falls. Sure enough there was a way to climb down.  It was not easy, but doable.   It brought us out right by the falls. No need for climbing up.  We checked out the pretty waterfall. We were tired and hot. Thirsty. Hungry.  We sat down to rest and eat lunch.  We'd worry about what came next after we fueled back up.   
 First look at Burnthouse Branch Falls

Kenny sits down to eat. 


  We sat and relaxed and chatted.  Once we had rested and eaten we felt a lot better.  We took photos and video.  We climbed down to the base of the falls very carefully. We got in the water to cool off.  
It was such a nice setting.  I love the deep green leafy feel of Summer.  Today was rather hot and humid.    I had remarked on the hike in that I doubted we'd see another soul all day.  I got the feeling this hike was to a falls not heavily visited.   We stood enjoying the falls I looked around and saw and heard something. People!  Dogs and people!  Here came a man, woman and three dogs!  We had just been discussing how we wished we had realized how much simpler it would be to have come in off MST. We wished we had a vehicle out there that we could just continue and do a shuttle.  We were dreading going back the way we came.  We all had  misgivings about going back down over some of the rocky portions we had come up. Wally has rheumatoid arthritis and my balance is better, but it is not good as it once was.  I decided I was going to talk to those folks and find out where they came from.  If I could enlist them to help us...... I was sure going to try!
 Burnthouse Branch Falls lower portion
I've got a blow out in Damper Three... Pitch is out I can't hold altitude.Flightcom, I can't hold it.. she's breaking up, she's breaking up......... It is a rough ass hike when you blow out one side of your bra!

Think this is shuttleworth's ginger. Seen along MST on the hike out.  
         

   We met Andrew and Nanette the man and woman. We met Petey,  Harper, and Kaiyah the dogs.
They were very nice people and avid hikers and athletes who lived in the area.  The dogs were very cute and entertaining.  I made introductions and asked them where the came in from? Next I asked them what they drove?  I went on to explain our predicament to them. Being the excellent human beings they are they quickly agreed to help us out.  We'd hike out with them and they'd take us round to our truck. It was not out of their way as they had to go back past our truck on their way home. 
I was so relieved.  The plus of this was making wonderful new friends, seeing new sights, learning another way to access this falls, and knowing while this would not be easy it would be safer.

          Fording Upper Creek today was tricky but refreshing.  The scenery on the hike out was great.
The conversation with Andrew and Nanette was interesting.  We made fast friends with these two fun people!  Wally and I were far slower than Andrew, Nanette or Kenny.  Wally suggested that they go on and hike out with Kenny and me and we could come back and pick him up.  He would have to go at his own pace. His R.A. gets him fatigued as the day progresses.  I thought it a great idea , but begged to be allowed to walk out with Wally at my slower pace.  It all worked out fine.  They got the truck and car. We trudged out slowly uphill to Barkhouse Branch trailhead.   We had about ten minutes to sit and wait on them til they arrived.  We traded phone numbers so we can keep up with one another. I hope the opportunity presents itself to visit them again. I also hope we get to do them a good turn in the future.  
    
       Sitting waiting on Kenny to pull up with the truck Jason's words regarding Burnthouse Branch Falls came back to me.  " I can't wait for y'all to see it.".  It hit me funny and I started to laugh. I thought about his sense of humor. I thought about the postings by women he hikes with on Facebook. "I hate you." and Amber's expressions of exasperation and fatigue at some of the stuff he gets her into.  I bet you couldn't wait for us to see it buddy boy.  Yeah.  You knew we were going to get our asses kicked.    I sacrificed my rope to hike out another way, but I didn't care.  I loved this section of the Mountains to Sea Trail and would like very much to come back here and hike it again.  It is a stand alone destination in my opinion.  We passed Ripshin Falls on the way out.  That alone would be worth the hike.  

            We sat around and visited outside on a perfect evening. Sunny, but cool with a nice breeze.
I had put steaks in to marinate that morning.  I put potatoes in the oven to bake. I boiled us up some fresh corn on the cob. Sliced up nectarines.  Made a big bowl of salad with homemade dressing.
We ate outside and visited.  Wally had a meeting the next morning in preparation for a mission trip.
He had to get going so he could be there the following day. We hated to see him go, but look forward to getting up with him again for more waterfall adventures.  We were blessed to meet him, spend time with him and be there with him as he finished number ninety-nine of his Waterfall 100. That leaves me with eight more.  Feels good to have knocked off a tough one.  I told them I was glad I had not
done Burnthouse Branch first because I'd have said NO WAY to the waterfall challenge! ha!
I'm down to needing these eight: 


  • Shuck Ridge Creek Falls --Brevard

  • Upper Falls-Shining Rock

  • Hilliard Falls --Lake Toxaway

  • Moonshine Falls--Greenville Co SC 

  • Lee Falls Oconee Co SC 
  • Long Creek Falls Oconee Co SC 

  • Rileymoore Falls Oconee Co. SC 

  • High Shoals Falls--Morganton





Sunday


  We had plans for many things Sunday morning.  What we did not plan on was waking up feeling like we were wrung out and ready for the nursing home.  We had planned to go do some short hike in the area and then stop by Roan Mountain on the way home.   We woke up weary and our greatest ambition getting home at a decent hour.   We fixed a nice breakfast. We went and returned a movie to Lowes at the Red Box.  We went for a drive on the Blue Ridge Parkway.  I spotted some beautiful grays lilies on the way.  We stopped and hiked at Beacon Heights. We both wondered how we had missed seeing Beacon Heights in all our previous trips?  It is so nice.




 Grays lilies really are that red.


Better view of the throats of the lilies.  Saw these in a couple different spots.

Turkey Beard blooming by the parkway. This was a first time sighting for me!


View from Beacon Heights.. one of two overlooks
Nye Simmons states that one overlook favors dawn photos while the other favors sunset.

Catawba rhodos up on the parkway

very coppery gold tone of flame azalea blooms along the parkway.

Below is a video of the view from Beacon Heights




lastly a video of the infamous Burnthouse Branch Falls. Worth it in the end, but ouch.



**Edited to Add** Notes to Self.
Remember to come back and hike to Burnthouse Branch Falls by way of MST when the water levels are just right.

Also remember to hike to Ravencliff Falls on the Greentown Trail as an out and back.

Remember to buy a 40 ft length of static line.

Tuesday, June 23, 2015

Grandfather Mountain Camping Trip 2015

Japanese spirea along highway 181

Grandfather Mountain Camping Trip 

Dana & Kenny Koogler 

Friday June 19-Sunday June 21, 2015


Pictures are here starting with frame 17
Grandfather Mountain Pix



   Kenny and I have been visiting and camping at Grandfather Mountain in Seven Devils, North Carolina for many years.   It had been about five years since we were there.  We were due for another camping trip. I wanted to incorporate some working on my Carolina Mountain Club
Waterfall 100 Challenge list.  We agreed we'd camp and hike.    

        We got over to the campground around noon. We picked the best route yet to travel there.
Rt 184 through Banner Elk is way easier!   We got set up and decided we'd try to grab a quick lunch at the camper and knock out a couple shorter hikes today. 

        We headed to Hebron Colony Falls first.  We both wondered after getting there why we 
had waited so long to visit a waterfall that was as close to the campground?  I think the answer to it is twofold. We did not realize how close it was to us. We did not realize it was as impressive a spot as it was.  We were focused on the Wilson Creek Wilderness and the mountain and parkway.   Hebron Colony is a stream filled with massive boulders and a series of huge cascades and individual drops of waterfalls down it. It isn't any one waterfall.  It was a neat place and I would go back.   
 One of the bigger falls along Hebron Colony
Kenny talking to another couple of hikers who are climbing up. 


   Hebron Colony on a Friday was visited by about eight or ten other hikers.   
It will never be a favorite for me because of the starkness of it and it is filled with hot, white rock that is certainly not my favorite photography scenario.   Kevin Adam's directions to it 
were good even after the intervening years since the guidebook was written.   

            Next we moved on to Steels Creek Falls.  We headed out there to fit in what should be
another short hike.   We found the place without any trouble. It was very popular for camping and we saw lots of campers.  We did not see another single hiker today out here.  
The directions to it were good and remain accurate.  The one thing I will say in the form of
negative commentary?  The directions say to cross above the cascade that sits above the "killer swimming hole".   We did this and it is a really dangerous way to do it.  A fall from here would potentially brain you or break an ankle.  I did it, but if anything ever happens to the stout rhododendrons that I used as anchors and steps this way will be out of the question.
During times of low or normal water volume on the stream I would strongly suggest to anyone to cross below the swimming hole.  I donned my water shoes and used my trekkers going back and was across in about a minute.  During high water visiting this place wouldn't be advisable anyhow.   

              Once across we found the trail and continued.  It is well blazed, but there have been 
a lot of hemlocks die and fall in this forest.   It is very pretty.  Stinging nettles were along the edges of the trail and the slopes of the stream.  Kenny and I both got plenty of nettle stings.
Never saw a single snake this entire trip.   The temperature was seventy-six, but the humidity was high.   It felt like ninety-six  even in the shade. No breeze stirring.  Getting in the water
helped some.   We made it to the falls without any problems.  Rope is there to use to climb
down to a view of Steels Creek Falls. It is a dramatic place, but another one that will never be
a favorite waterfall because it lacks that mossy, green grotto quality I crave.   We had hoped 
that going late in the evening as the sun was going down would help us tolerate the heat better.
I guess it did, but we were both miserable. We were soaked with sweat. Sweat running in our eyes burning them.  Gnats swarming us periodically and getting in our eyes and noses. It
was a misery trip.   Kenny told me I was going to owe him big for this trip. We made our way back to the truck crossing below the cascade and swimming hole this time.  We were back in short order and glad to be back in the truck and turned the AC on.    We were soaked with sweat and tired and hungry.   I was informed at this point by Kenny there was no way he was going to try to hike seven plus miles the next day. 



          
Steels Creek Falls-- the potholes portion of it.  


             Back at the  camper once we were clean and had eaten dinner. Kenny apologized for
his negative attitude. I told him I understood and we'd have to compromise. I admit it was harshing my mellow.  I was willing to endure the heat, but I don't have to work out in it every day.    It is my goal to hike to these waterfalls not his.   He is still suffering from weakness in his left leg and foot now and then.  We checked out the hike descriptions and decided we'd go to Harper Creek Falls as opposed to Burnthouse Branch Falls.   Harper Creek Falls hike is 3.4 miles round trip.   Burnthouse Branch Falls is 4.4 miles.   I had serious concerns about Kenny trying to negotiate the type of narrow, cliff like trail that leads to Burnthouse Branch Falls while that left leg and ankle are weak.   I still recalled the numerous times he stumbled along
the A.T. on the Sawteeth and that horror of him pitching to his death.   We'd save that one for a repeat trip when it is cooler and more enjoyable.  I will pitch my ideas for a return trip at the bottom of this blog entry.   

        We slept well.  We got up in the morning and headed out to hike to Harper Creek Falls.
It was a pretty drive and we were shocked at all we'd missed in the area.  Brown Mountain Beach is beautiful.  We got there between 9:30 and 10 am.   We found the directions to Harper Creek Falls parking to be off a tad, but I think there have been some improvements in the years that followed.   Hiking to Harper Creek Falls for me was an epiphany.

             I had been concerned about finding   Harper Creek Falls because we have done
numerous hikes in the area to other waterfalls and it is a virtual maze of trails.   I reasoned it was a popular Summer swimming hole hike so that would help. We could follow the other hikers and we'd surely find it.   We found it without any trouble.  Yes, there were plenty of other people.  I was not prepared for what else I had to face.    Harper Creek Falls is treacherous to reach. Ropes are strung up to use.    We saw people climbing down to the upper portions with their toddlers and babies hanging onto them.  It was heart wrenching. 
I did not carry my babies in my belly for nine months, endure the pains of birth, and nurse them only to take them hanging around my neck to climb down a cliff on a rope to potentially fall to their deaths.    I had to get out of there and so did Kenny.   We were both horrified
at the things we saw going on.    People are stupid sometimes. 

           I finally decided I'd try to climb down at the lower part where so far we did not see
anyone trying to climb with babies.   I was in for serious disappointment and disgrace.
I climbed down to the part where there was rope. Kenny went on down.  I let my trekkers skid 
on down the bluff ahead of me because I could not carry them and hold on.  The rock was sloped, greasy with mud, nothing besides the rope to hang on to.   I tried to make myself go down the rope.  I turned to look at it and whoever tied that rope off meant well, but they placed dynamic rope for one thing.   It had hung there until the outer coating was off. All that remained holding it was a six inch section that had four individual strands.  I watched as I took it and moved it. It stretched tight across the lip of the rock it lay over and began sawing back and forth.   I released it and made the decision right then NOT to trust that rope.  I yelled down to Kenny that I was not going to do it.  I would not be able to get an unobstructed view of the bottom part of the falls, but I couldn't trust it.  

Partial view of the upper portion of Harper Creek Falls

     I climbed back up and sat down to rest and wait on Kenny.   Going up for me is easy.
Going down is far harder.    The lower portion of Harper Creek Falls was polluted with people since we foolishly came on a weekend.  We need always to bring our OWN trustworthy rope.
I had gotten very complacent and cocky in my recovery from Miller Fisher syndrome.  
I was hopping around on the rocks at Hebron Colony like a Mexican jumping bean. 
Now I was forced to face several things I still had to cope with.  My depth perception and proprioception were still not 100% well.   Even before all the illness of my nervous system...
I don't like crowds of people. I really don't like crowds of people doing idiotic things.

      I started back the trail and was downcast.  I felt horrible.  I tried to blink back the tears, but they came anyway.   I looked toward the group of people passing me on my left.   A man in the group was hiking with a prosthetic leg.  he had a below the knee amputation.   I stopped crying and wiped my eyes.  I got Kenny's attention and showed him what I saw.   I said "That's my lesson.".  He shook his head in agreement.  I would have to accept that for now bringing along a rope would have to be like my Prosthetic Body Position Sensor.   If we bring it along and don't need it.. great. If I had a limb amputation I'd have to strap on a prosthetic limb every single hike without fail.  God is good every day.  He got my attention and reminded me quickly that things could be MUCH worse.  I could have died instead of just getting sick. I could have ended up crippled or house bound.   I'm dealing with 
sensory problems.  It is a long way from the heart.   I refuse to let the lessons of this illness be lost on me.    I know that to do so would mean repeating it.  I will instead move through this life experience with as little resistance as possible so that it doesn't last any longer than it has to.  One of the lessons 
of this is reliance on others.   I am having to learn that I can't do everything alone. I need help. I need people.  

        The hike out was fun.   We ran into lots of families and dogs.  I got over myself and 
visited with them and enjoyed them.   Yes Lord, I'm listening.   We ate lunch at one of the empty
campsites.  We rested.  It was beginning to get hot now.  We knew by the time we got out to the truck again we'd be done for the day with regards to hiking.    The drive out was horrible.  Brown Mountain Beach road was crawling with people and vehicles.   We were both nervous and aggravated by the time we got out of there.  One family ahead of us had a cute, fuzzy brown dog on the back of their truck. The dog was running around as dogs do on truck beds. The next thing we knew the dog flew off and landed on the shoulder of the road in the grass.  Kenny honked the horn to get the drivers attention. I jumped out and ran to get the dog.   He was scared, but unharmed.    I carried him shaking and shivering to his master who thanked me.  I was very relieved to see he put the dog in the truck cab with the family.  I knew my temper was not going to hold if he put the dog on the bed of the truck again.     I was over this area. Pretty as it is... I won't come back there on a Summer weekend.

             We stopped on the way out and I saw a pretty waterwheel I wanted to photograph. 
I did, but even that was sucky.  No place to pull over.  Kenny had to keep moving the truck because of traffic going this way and that.   For a spot out in the country it is way too busy to suit me.
We wondered how we had visited this area in the past and avoided all the people? The answer was simple. We were coming in from the opposite direction!  It is not overrun with hikers on the other side.  It is mainly on the Brown Mountain Beach side from Mortimer on down. 
Coffey's Siding.. the site of a historic grist mill. 


Info kiosk on Coffey's Siding.  

Roadside laden with day lilies near the intersection of Brown Mountain Beach Rd and Playmore Beach Rd. 


               We headed back toward town the way we had come.   We decided to just wing it the rest of the day and not have a plan.   We stopped in Blowing Rock to see THE BLOWING ROCK.    My mamaw Sadie got remarried there.  She had been a widow a couple years 
and then remarried Bob Moyer and that is where they tied the knot and honeymooned!
We both hate being the people who come to an area and never stop to check things out.  We'd remedy that today and see what Blowing Rock was named for.  We were both glad we did.
Admission was $5 per person.  It only took about 30 minutes to visit the whole place, but we
could have spent the whole day there for that price had we wanted to.   You can also save your receipt and come back later for whatever you want to do. Some folks return to watch the sunset there!  They have a nice short walking trail, pretty gardens, clean facilities,  a snack bar, two gift shops, and the blowing rock itself.  Legend of the Blowing Rock
Entrance to Blowing Rock


This is Blowing Rock


The view from the Blowing Rock.


   We sat in the cool shade and ate an ice cream cone.   We enjoyed the fact there were other families near by, but it was not crowded.   It was a nice peaceful spot to collect my nerves after the experience trying to visit Harper Creek Falls.   We got caught up in traffic briefly on the way back through 
Blowing Rock and Boone, but it was only one small area and only lasted five minutes.
Boone has grown just enough to be a little more interesting town to me.  

           We went back to the camper and got out of the heat. The day had grown hot and humid again.
A thunderstorm was brewing.  We no more got inside the camper than it cut loose and rained.
We took a nap and enjoyed the sound of the rain on the roof.   We fixed a nice supper of steaks on the grill, baked potatoes, and corn on the cob with watermelon for dessert.  

      We had a nice relaxing evening and showered the sweat and dirt of the day off.  
We planned that on Sunday we'd fix a nice breakfast and go up on Grandfather Mountain. 
We were getting gusts of wind through the night and the next morning that continued.  We'd get gusts of wind up to forty miles per hour!  Thankfully it wasn't continuous.   We decided we'd go first 
in the morning to Waterfalls Park up the road in Newland.     


    Two out of three drops to this pretty roadside attraction.  Waterfalls Park.

   We went to Grandfather mountain next.    I did not really want to go. I had a feeling we were going to pay our admission and be denied going up on the top part of the mountain.   That is exactly what happened.    The wind had the top closed off.    
Bear in the habitat.
Otters in their habitat.
View of the mountain from the parking area.  

   We were disappointed in our visit here today. It went like I was afraid it would.  Paid $40 to get in and be lied to that they were just about to open the top.   We took a drive along the parkway. 
We stopped at the Linn cove visitor center which is where I got my souvenir of the trip. You guessed it... a MAP of the area!!   I had ordered a map of the area at Mark Oleg's suggestion, but it did not arrive in time.  I had the gazetteer and a Wilson Creek Wilderness map. We managed, but this map!

    We sat down with it right there in the visitor center and spread it out and started looking around at what else we would rather do today.    We went and did a short hike to Thunderhole Falls.  It was the best thing we did on the trip in my opinion.    
Thunderhole Falls--green, mossy, beautiful, and no one there but us!

Kevin Adam's directions coupled with the map made finding this spot easy.
The only modification to the directions after twelve years or so?  Now you cannot drive across the cement ford of the creek.   It is gated just a few yards shy of that spot.   It is still within sight of the ford so you can be assured you are on the correct dirt road. The road itself was wide open and while dirt we found it in good condition.  It is ok for foot travel past the gate or mountain bikes.

     We came skidding in under the wire at the campground and ended up checking out about 30 minutes late, but it was ok. No one was waiting for the spot on a Sunday.  Kenny had taken time to swing by a spot along the road where I saw turks cap lilies and let me photograph them.  It required 
jumping out of the truck, crossing a busy road, wading out through waist high weeds, but it was worth it.   I checked where I stepped and parted the weeds before standing.   No snakes!
First turks cap lilies of the season.  The crowning glory of this trip.

       We packed up and headed home. We stopped at The Pedalin' Pig BBQ to eat out one time this trip.  It was really good. Last time this place was called Pappy's.  It is open, but has a new name.
I found that my favorite sauce is Piedmont style!  Charlotte NC in a bottle!
The East Carolina BBQ sauce here was not good. It was watery and flavorless.
It is usually my favorite.  

       We headed home and felt like we crammed a lot into a hot Summer weekend.
It was good to get away. It was good to have at least whittled my waterfall list from eighteen down to fifteen left to go.    


            

Here is a short video of my favorite waterfall from the trip.. Thunderhole Falls.