

Next to the viewing platform is the actual grave of Dr. Elisha Mitchell, the mountain's namesake (above, foreground). While a professor at University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill, Dr. Mitchell traveled to the region beginning in1835 to measure mountain elevations. He was determined to show that the Black Mountains were indeed the tallest in the Appalachians. Eventually, his calculations proved that his belief was correct. However, on a trip to verify his findings, Dr. Mitchell fell from a cliff above Mitchell Falls and died on June 27, 1857. He was 64. His body was originally buried in Asheville, but moved a year later to be buried atop the mountain named in his honor.
To visit, take the Blue Ridge Parkway to mile marker 355 and follow the access road through the park to the summit parking area. Click here for detailed maps and directions, and click here and here for more discussion and information about the park.
Mark there is a really fantastic book about Mt. Mitchell called "Mount Mitchell and the Black Mountains." Clingman and Mitchell had a very public dispute over who discovered the highest peak. Interestingly, the peak now known as Mt. Mitchell was originally called Clingman's Peak and nearby Clingman's Peak (not Clingman's Dome) was Mt. Mitchell, but it was discovered that Mitchell's peak was lower than Clingman's and the two were switched to give Mitchell the credit...primarily because Clingman had turned out to be a real jerk, viciously attacking Mitchell in the press.
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ReplyDeleteSo glad I found your blog! My father was born in Mitchell County (Bee Branch) in 1920. He and his family (eight brothers, mother and father) left the area and relocated to southeastern Pennsylvania in the late 1920's to work on his Uncle Don Byrd's farm. I was born in West Chester, Pennsylvania in 1941. I discovered "my roots" in the spring of 1994. Each spring I revisit Green Mountain (Pigeon Roost) and stay in Johnson City. Last year we came up by way of Cades Cove, Tennessee. I love this area of the country. It is literally breathtaking. I look forward to reading all of your blog entries and seeing your beautiful pictures. Thank you so much for doing this blog.