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!

Boone North Carolina Region  Outdoor Recreation Map and Guide.. What a find!

    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.

Bob Stratton Bald Turks Cap Lily Hike 2014

Turks Cap Lily growing on my hike up from Wolf Laurel

Bob Stratton Bald Lily Hike 2014
Nantahala National Forest, NC

Dana Koogler solo

Hike distance 5.4 miles round trip*

Friday July 25, 2014

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Stratton Bald Pix

Here is a link to Stratton Bald's location on 
Tom Dunigan's Tennessee Landforms. 
Stratton Bald Map 

  Stratton Bald was my second hike of the day on Friday.   Part one of the day was the Starr Mountain Frustration Hike I wrote about in the previous blog entry.  My plan for the day over all

had been to make the drive down count. I would cram a lot into the day.  I hunted wildflowers on Starr Mountain unsuccessfully.. but I hunted 'em just the same.   My next part of the day would be to drop down off Starr Mountain and drive the 7.7 miles to Tellico Plains and start up the Skyway

toward Wolf Laurel.   I was feeling dejected over not finding anything good on Starr Mountain.

I was considering just going home.  I fought the urge to quit and tried to put it behind me.

I decided to head toward Tellico Plains and if I did not feel any better by the time I got there.. 

I'd drown my sorrows in icecream or chocolate and go home!   

      I did start to feel better. The drive was pretty.  Thoughts of all those beautiful wildflowers along the Cherohala Skyway began to fill my head.  My nosiness was helping motivate me to go. 

Being like Gladys Kravitz can come in handy!  I found that the sight of other people around helped me cheer up too.   I passed lots of folks out enjoying a pretty day on motorcycles and in other jeeps!  The Tellico River was gorgeous and rolling right along.   I began to see pretty wildflowers

along the roadside.   I saw rose pinks along the Skyway at the lower elevations.   The views from the overlooks were pretty and clear today.   I had a few misgivings because 1. I had never hiked up to Stratton Bald this late in the month of July.  2. I had never hiked up there this late in the day.

I began seeing turks cap lilies along the slopes by the road. I saw yellow fringed orchids as well!

I saw great clumps of crimson bee balm.  I saw greenheaded cone flowers. Black eyed susans.

My mood was improving by the minute.    

     I turned onto the road that leads down off the Skyway and winds around in the direction of Wolf Laurel.  I did not go last Summer so its easy to forget how very very long and isolated a trip it can be!  I passed one car on the way in.   I passed the lane leading up to the Swann Cabin and saw a gaggle of people and cars there.  I did not allow myself the usual time to goof off and climb down the mountain into the rhodo to visit Cold Spring Branch Falls upper and lower today.

I was going to have to haul the mail in order to have plenty of time to enjoy up top on the bald.

     I may as well admit now that  I madea mistake on the last trip report I wrote on Bob Stratton Bald via Wolf Laurel. I list the mileage as 3.2.  I was not sure the day I hiked it what the mileage was?

I had a map with me, but I never consulted it.  I knew the way. I knew it wasn't getting dark until 8:30 p.m. or 9 o'clock pm.   I'd be fine.   I guessed about 3 miles each way.   I was actually pretty close.  I got on the trail at 3:15. I was back to the vehicle at 6:15!   I consulted the listed mileage on the old trip report and saw it was put down as 3.2 miles round trip.  I doubted myself at once!

Where did I come up with THAT figure?  I tried looking it up online without finding anything reliable.  I used Tim Homan's book and figured it up from that.  He lists the Stratton Bald trail as 7.8 miles with the Wolf Laurel spur intersecting it at mile 5.3.  

(7.8 -5.3=2.5 miles one way)  Wolf Laurel spur trail from the parking lot is 0.2 miles (2.5+0.2=2.7 miles one way)  (2.7 x 2=5.4 miles round trip)  Five point four miles it is!  I am taking the trouble to  list my math and rationale here so I will know if I ever read this TR again WHY and HOW I arrived at this figure!  Here is a link to Tim Homan's hiking guide in case you need a copy.

Hiking Trails of the Joyce Kilmer--Slickrock & Citico Creek Wildernesses

        I like the hike up from Wolf Laurel.  It is so pretty the entire way. It is not too hard.
It has climbs followed by flatter spots.  Once you get to the intersection with Haoe Lead trail
which heads out toward Naked Ground the climbing is pretty much over.  It is mainly a nice ridge walk past that.   I have written in the past about how scary the briars can be along this path.
I would fret over snakes since I could not see my feet for part of the hike.  I had made up my mind after hiking out to The Hangover that it was pointless and I was never going to fuss about it again.
I meant it, but I did not have to this trip! Someone had cut back nearly all the briars and weeds!
It was the easiest hike out I've ever done!  I enjoyed seeing all the lush green of the forest. I  like seeing the fins of rock jut out along the ridge. I began seeing turks cap lilies once past the trail intersection.   Waiting later had the unexpected benefit of there being more lilies in bloom along the trail itself! 

Turks cap lilies in peak bloom along the Stratton Bald Trail. 

     

     

One of the interesting fins of rock thrust up along the sides of the trail.

Stratton Bald trail is still wild and wooly, but tamed down by far. No significant briars today!
Thank you! to whomever cut them back and performed the trail maintenance!

The transition zone between the two forest types. The line is abrupt.  Going from Northern hardwood to
boreal in a flash!  I'm entering the much smaller balsam zone.   There are TWO balds up here. The map I have says Stratton is the one with the campsite in the boreal forest. The second is Bob's Bald out on the grassy meadow. I'm not sure. I always thought it was the other way around.   It is a small matter. I always visit both anyhow.









 I'm entering the clear now and this is my first glimpse of the meadow. I first thought I'd waited way too long to  see any lilies out in the clearing.  The phlox has really taken over this late in the season, but a bit further out the lilies are still there!  They had diminished. I won't wait this late in the year again.  They had aged to
a yellow shade on some. Some had dried up. Some were brown around the edges.  It still had its benefits.
You will see!

          I had been the only vehicle parked at Wolf Laurel.  I had the entire place to myself up here today as far as I could tell.  I never saw or heard a soul.   I wandered around the bald for probably half hour or more.
I turned left just past this opening and headed down toward the Swann cabin.   I found the spring I'd been hunting.  The water was flowing strongly and ran down the hill in a good stream.  Now that I know where the water source is I can plan a backpack trip here. I hate having to camp where it is dry.




 Spring #1 on the bald. It is just below it toward the Swan Cabin.  There is a loop path that comes down
to this from another area just a little further out.  It all ends up the same place.

      I wandered through the fields of phlox. I was treated to Mostly sunny conditions up here today.
Still... its the high mountains of Western North Carolina. Changeable is a good word and change it did!
I did not get rained on today! Nary a drop!  I was thrilled about that.  I did see the mood change from bright and sunny to gray and back to sunny several times! Another thing I'm learning about this area.
It makes its own weather so don't fret about it.  Briers? Accept 'em.  Changing weather? LEARN to LOVE IT!     I enjoyed the hum of bees everywhere. Black butterflies danced and flitted drinking nectar from the phlox all over the mountain side.   I was feeling so much better.  Coming here in the month of July to see the flowers is a sure bet! It more than offset my down turn on Starr mountain!

Moods of the Mountain:
  Top: You can see the sky is gray with a cloud creeping across the mountain.
Bottom: Five minutes later the sun is shining brightly.  No kidding!





Top: Phlox and still plenty of turks cap lilies!
Bottom: the best view of the far mountains from this bald i've ever seen in my trips here

  I wandered across the bald checking out all the flowers.  I headed toward the Fodderstack side where the trail comes up. I knew there was another spring over there and part of me wanted to go look for it.
Another part was just real tired and a little concerned about conserving time.  I decided rather than hunt it up today seeing as how I did not know how far down that trail the water source would be I would come UP that trail on any future trips and find it  then.  I turned and began hiking back up.   I knew this side of the bald had yielded some different wildflowers on the last trip.  I paid close attention to the ground and it was most fortunate!  I started off seeing one tiny club spur orchid.   I was thrilled.  I counted forty of them and then I quit counting.  I realized there were everywhere around my feet. 


Club spur orchid cluster.  They are tiny. Only a few inches tall.   Their binomial is Platanthera clavellata.

My disappointment at the first trip was more than offset by my trip up the Skyway and to Stratton Bald.
I had found three types of native orchids and as I am wont to do periodically... I go from famine to feast!
I hit the orchid jackpot today! I thanked the Lord for the good fortune and for the improved spirits.
I was tired. I walked up to the campsite and sat down on a log to rest and have something to drink.
I ate a small snack for some energy for the return trip.  I took some more photos and wandered a little more.  I kept seeing pretty things. Crimson bee balm.  Black eyed susans.  Whorled loosestrife with its
spins of yellow blooms centered with red!  Neon orange dodder vines looking like something out of
Little Shop of Horrors crawled across all the plants in one area. Strangling them as it went.  They call it
The Love Vine. It is a parasite and loves things to death!
 



Top: Crimson Bee Balm and lilies being swarmed by Dodder Vine.
Bottom: Campsite and rest break spot on the bald

   I had gotten stung by a yellow wasp on my left leg several days prior.  It was still hot and red, swollen and itching like a mad bastard.   I noticed it had a deep purple bruise in the center of the red.  I knew dodder vine to be a cure for nettle stings.  I crushed up some of the dodder vine strands into a poultice in my hand and rubbed it on that nasty sting.    The itching went away immediately.  That night it was less red.
The next day that purple spot had turned into a tiny scab and fallen off.  By the following evening my leg was completely healed!  I had just proven the quote below.
" A weed is a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered."~~Ralph Waldo Emerson


       I was weary and had the hike back to the vehicle yet.  I also faced the long drive home.
I said my good-byes to this special spot on the planet and began my hike back.  I had the blessing of a nice breeze and the sun on my back most of the way out.   I had glimpses of the mountains on my way out.   The hike back was easy being mostly downhill or level.   The scenery marvelous the entire way.   The trail was in good condition.  I had mentioned I thought I had the whole place to myself?  On the hike in I ate lots of spider webs.  I never saw any other boot prints but the ones I was making.   On the hike out I came to a big patch of mud with a large mans boot print in it.
It was heading out the same way I was going!  I stopped and did a double take. I had not reached the intersection with Haoe Lead.  Where did he come from? I wasn't making this up.  It was real.
The only thing I could figure was that the individual had come across the bald and down while I was at the spring.  Either that or they came up from Naked Ground. I never saw another boot print though.  It was the only one.  I was still the only vehicle parked when I got back down to the parking area.   It was odd and a mystery, but that is in keeping with this wilderness.

   I put my gear up at the jeep.   I got a fresh cold drink. I had a snack of cantaloupe.
I wiped off some of the sweat.   I put some tunes on the iPod.  I headed back home slowly and in a much better mood.  I felt satisfied and mellow.  I encountered a couple vehicles on the way out.
I was still impressed at what a long way Wolf Laurel is from all else!   Long road honey. Long road!    It has a lot of kiss your butt turns on it.  I got almost to the Skyway and hit one of those 
washboard spots that had my jeep chatter all the way across. Boys Howdy! I was glad that happened DOWN HERE......... and NOT UP THERE!  I'd have come off the road!

I laughed hard and drove home.