tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-91932889711666466992024-03-18T00:50:09.140-04:00Appalachian TreksExploring the mountains of East Tennessee, Western North Carolina and Southwest VirginiaMark W. Peacockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497175909510439620noreply@blogger.comBlogger1848125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193288971166646699.post-49209272928775547792017-04-28T23:57:00.000-04:002017-04-28T23:57:22.005-04:00building the new<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Above: Butler Memorial Bridge over Watauga Lake (built 1948)</div>
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<i>If you wish to travel far and fast, travel light. Take off all your envies, jealousies, unforgiveness, selfishness, and fears.</i><br />
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Above: American Wintergreen plant growing on Unaka Mountain.<br />
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<i>Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world. </i><br />
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Above: Pine Ridge Falls. To the left is a photo of the forest service road through Clark's Creek. And below, a photo of Blue on the trail to the falls. <a href="http://appalachiantreks.blogspot.com/2007/03/pine-ridge-falls.html">Click here</a> for directions and a full description of the hike. Occasionally I've seen this waterfall referred to as Longarm Branch Falls.<br />
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<i>The greatest mistake you can make in life is to be continually fearing you will make one.</i><br />
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Above: Lower Higgins Creek Falls (detail)<br />
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Took advantage of the warm temperatures yesterday by going for a hike along the Appalachian Trail on Unaka Mountain. As the sun was setting I met two south-bound <a href="https://appalachiantreks.blogspot.com/search/label/Thru-hikers">thru-hikers</a> with the trail names of "Tonic"(from Massachusetts) and "Bright Spirit" (from Texas). They both got a bit of a late start on their 2,190 mile trek and hope to avoid heavy snows as they complete the remaining 350 (or so) miles to the southern terminus of the AT on Springer Mountain in Georgia. <div>
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<i>I like spring, but it is too young. I like summer, but it is too proud. So I like best of all autumn, because its tone is mellower, its colours are richer, and it is tinged with a little sorrow. Its golden richness speaks not of the innocence of spring, nor the power of summer, but of the mellowness and kindly wisdom of approaching age. It knows the limitations of life and its content.</i><br />-- Lin Yutang (1895-1976) Chinese author. <div>
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Above: Seeger Chapel on the campus of Milligan College.</div>
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<i>Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.</i><br />--Albert Einstein </div>
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The view from Horseback Ridge on Unaka Mountain looking toward Erwin, TN. The autumn colors are beginning to appear at the highest elevations. <a href="http://appalachiantreks.blogspot.com/2008/04/risking-to-live.html">Click here</a> for directions. Below is the view looking out toward Buffalo Mountain in the distance -- in the foreground is Stone Mountain and the ridge behind it, Little Mountain.<br />
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<i>No Pain, No Rain, No Maine. </i><br />–Appalachian Trail saying. </div>
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Talking with those AT thru hikers that pass through this region in early spring, there are days they wake up to knee-deep snow or weeks when the rain just won't stop. Still the hardy and determined (and possibly insane) trudge on, though the weather will thin their ranks. I appreciate what they do and admire them, but I like my comfy bed and hot shower too much to ever do what they do. Six months is a long time to sleep out of doors. And 2,180 miles is a lot of miles to walk. I often ask them why they're out there. It seems you can put the thru-hikers into two camps: those who say they do it for the bucket-list-worthy, physical challenge of the trek and those who've come to clear their minds and get back in touch with nature. For both groups the pain and rain on the way to Maine is an essential part of this challenging and cleansing experience. <br />
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Above: The Appalachian Trail as it crosses the summit of Unaka Mountain in eastern Tennessee. <br />
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<i>Never fear shadows. They simply mean there’s a light shining somewhere nearby.</i> <br />--Ruth E. Renkel <br />
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Hiked up to the summit of Unaka Mountain yesterday around sunset. Such an eerily beautiful place. No majestic mountain views, just spruce pines as far as the eye can see. When the fog and mist move through the trees, it's one of my favorite places to visit. The hike back in the dark was a little treacherous but made for a fun adventure. :) Pictured here is my friend Peter Nelson hard at work -- <a href="http://peternelsonphotography.com/" target="_blank">visit his gallery here</a>.<br />
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For directions and a description of the hike, <a href="http://appalachiantreks.blogspot.com/2008/08/unaka-mountain-summit.html">click here</a>.<br />
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--Henry Ford (1863-1947) American industrialist.<br />
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<i>The great lesson…is that the sacred in the ordinary, that it is to be found in one's daily life, in one's neighbors, friends, and family, in one's back yard. </i><br />--Abraham Maslow (1908-1970) American psychologist. <br />
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Above: Fern illuminated by early evening sun<br />
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<i>It is a rough road that leads to the heights of greatness.
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--Seneca (c. 4 BC – AD 65) Roman philosopher and statesman. <br />
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<i><br />All in the dark we grope along, </i><br />
<i>And if we go amiss </i><br />
<i>We learn at least which path is wrong, </i><br />
<i>And there is gain in this. </i><br />
<i>We do not always win the race </i><br />
<i>By only running right; </i><br />
<i>We have to tread the mountain's base </i><br />
<i>Before we reach its height. </i><br />
--Ella Wheeler Wilcox (1850-1919) American Author and Poet.<br />
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It's a long and difficult drive to get to Max Patch (an enormous 300 acre bald about 50 miles west of Asheville), but it's well worth the time and effort. I wish it was closer, I'd be there all the time. <a href="http://appalachiantreks.blogspot.com/2011/06/max-patch.html">Click here</a> for directions and full description. Once at the parking area, the masses head straight up the bald ignoring the 'trail closed' signed which is intended to preserve the bald by minimizing erosion. I recommend heeding the sign and turning to your right or left. This loop trail takes you around the bald and then meets up with the Appalachian Trail which will take you to the summit. Most people head straight up the bald, and in the past I've been guilty of that myself. But taking the trail less traveled will really help you to appreciate the scope of Max Patch and give you amazing views everybody else (except thru-hikers) misses. The top photo is the view of the bald coming in on the AT from the north. The people at the top look like ants! The second photo shows the view once you climb the bald from the south on the AT.<br />
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<i>I realized when you look at your mother, you are looking at the purest love you will ever know.</i> <br />
--Mitch Albom (b.1958) author. <br />
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<i>All growth is a leap in the dark, a spontaneous, unpremeditated act without benefit of experience. </i><br />
--Henry Miller (1891-1980) American Author and Writer. <br />
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Above: Poplar tree leaves budding in spring.<br />
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--Bill Keane (1922-2011) American cartoonist.<br />
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What a gift! The eight mile long Kingsport Greenbelt offers such
beautiful scenery and provides great recreational opportunities for
walking, jogging and biking. The path runs from the Exchange Place on
the east side of town to Rotherwood Mansion on the west. Visit the
website <a href="http://www.kingsportgreenbelt.com/" target="_blank">here</a>. To see a detailed map, <a href="http://kingsporttn.gov/files/default/Greenbelt_Map.pdf" target="_blank">click here</a>. See a previous post of mine <a href="http://appalachiantreks.blogspot.com/2009/03/kingsport-greenbelt.html">here</a>.<br />
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--Harriet Ann Jacobs (1813-1897) <br />
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<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaOgfoN66DPb87HkAooMJbgH42Gs0KAZHSU1n1yblv3Se-Z3-qf_bEgwsp8L9ZjyDMJ9dsYo4KyYyPLyFehdMfD1sO3o1ds9XexENOYNcmf4PEv1WSOy3HQzC924ilwc8cDIugKj1JUDHK/s1600/IMG_7809.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaOgfoN66DPb87HkAooMJbgH42Gs0KAZHSU1n1yblv3Se-Z3-qf_bEgwsp8L9ZjyDMJ9dsYo4KyYyPLyFehdMfD1sO3o1ds9XexENOYNcmf4PEv1WSOy3HQzC924ilwc8cDIugKj1JUDHK/s320/IMG_7809.jpg" width="320" /></a>Beautiful bluebell blooms blanket a byway at Winged Deer Park in Johnson City, TN. <a href="http://www.johnsoncitytn.org/uploads/files/parksrec/trails/Hiking%20Trails%20-%20Winged%20Deer%20-%20Disc%20Golf%20Course.pdf" target="_blank">Click here</a> for a map of the park and its many trails. The scenes above are found on the aptly named Bluebell Loop. The blooms are approaching the end of their spring show, so get out to see them in the next day or so if you're in the area.<br />
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<a href="http://appalachiantreks.blogspot.com/2014/03/trails-at-winged-deer-park.html">Click here</a> for a previous post describing the trails at Winged Deer. <br />
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<a href="http://www.johnsoncitytn.org/parksrec/facilities/" target="_blank">Click here</a> for a link to JC Parks page.Mark W. Peacockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497175909510439620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193288971166646699.post-54608235199248042652016-03-25T21:39:00.000-04:002016-03-25T21:39:34.811-04:00vanishing light<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Photographers deal in things which are
continually vanishing and when they have vanished there is no contrivance on
earth which can make them come back again.</i> <br />--Henri Cartier-Bresson (1908-2004) French photographer. <br />
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Above: Sunset at <a href="http://appalachiantreks.blogspot.com/2007/01/beauty-spot-sunset.html">Beauty Spot</a> looking southeast into North Carolina. You know spring has arrived when the <a href="http://appalachiantreks.blogspot.com/2008/04/risking-to-live.html">Unaka Mountain Road</a> gate is open once again.<br />
Mark W. Peacockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497175909510439620noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9193288971166646699.post-84089186166974143532016-03-20T07:00:00.000-04:002016-03-20T07:00:07.146-04:00the gift of music<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>Beautiful music is the art of the prophets that can calm the agitations of the soul; it is one of the most magnificent and delightful presents God has given us. </i><br />
--Martin Luther (1483-1546) German theologian. <br />
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"Biltmore Blooms" is underway from March 19-May 26. <a href="http://www.biltmore.com/visit/plan-your-visit/special-offers">Save $50</a> off an annual pass if you order during the month of March. <a href="http://www.biltmore.com/visit/biltmore-house-gardens/gardens-grounds/bloom-report">Click here</a> to find out what's blooming now. <br />
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<a href="http://appalachiantreks.blogspot.com/search/label/Biltmore%20Estate">Click here</a>, to see my previous Biltmore photos and posts.</div>
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<i><br />If you set your goals ridiculously high and it's a failure, you will fail above everyone else's success. </i><br />
--James Cameron (b.1954) Canadian filmmaker and explorer.<br />
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Above: Appalachian Trail on Round Bald in the Roan HighlandsMark W. Peacockhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/17497175909510439620noreply@blogger.com0