Adventures in Pisgah

Sunday, April 24, 2016

in bloom

Spring has come to Pisgah which means too much of everything and not enough time to keep up with this blog. There is something about beauty and wonder I want to tell you but that is going to have to wait for another day. Instead I'll just leave you with a bunch of pictures. Bonus points if you can identify all of the trails.
















Sunday, March 20, 2016

Another Linville Gorge Half Marathon

You would think that after my previous trips to the Linville Gorge I would know what to expect. You would think that I would have learned to do more research about my intended route other than look at it on my trusty Nat Geo map. You would think I would know my half marathon would be quite a bit longer than 13 miles. You would think I would know it would take six hours, not three. You would be right, I do know those things, but for whatever reason I still do little more than look at the map, decide what trails I want to explore and then just go. Sometimes not knowing exactly what I am getting into adds to the thrill of exploring a new place.

For my recent take on the Linville Gorge Half Marathon Concept I headed to the northern part of the gorge where I had sketched out a route that proved to be as good in person as it was on paper despite whatever  initial miscalculations I might have made.

Bynum Bluff > Linville Gorge Trail > Brushy Ridge > Roads > Jonas Ridge > Devil's Hole > Linville Gorge Trail > Babel Tower > Kistler Highway


Things started innocently enough on Bynum Bluff trail.  Of course Bynum Bluff Trail wasn't on my map but I figured that out and down I went into the gorge. The Descent was steep we didn't have near the elevation drop of other trails on the other end of the gorge such as Pinch In. I was happy to see recent trail maintenance as well as some nice views of the gorge.


I really hadn't paid too much attention to the map but knew that once I got to the river trail I needed to go right and then after a short ways for the river and take a trail up a dominant ridge. So, when I got to the river I went right instead of looking for any signs of a crossing or trail on other side. I hadn't seen much when I encountered a group of trail workers who asked where I was going and when I said ginger cake mountain they told me I was on the completely wrong side of the gorge. I knew that, and told them I was planning on crossing the river. I didn't know the trail name but they quickly told me it was Brushy Ridge and offered to give me directions. Sometimes I am wary of receiving directions from strangers in the woods but these people were with Linville Gorge and obviously knew the court as well as anyone. They marked my map and gave me detailed instructions including how to get to ginger cake without having to do too much on the road. I thanked them and headed back up the river a little ways where I was told to cross just above this waterfall.


This ford wasn't very deep but was still quite slippery and by crossing the river I was committed to my route. Once across I spent some time wandering up and down the river bank looking for Brushy Ridge and marveling at the beauty of the gorge.
 Eventually I spotted a stack of rocks and something that vaguely looked like it could have been a trail at one time and up I went.
The trail was steep and overgrown at the bottom but steadily improved as I made my way up. Once again I was happy to see the third been very recent Trail maintenance done and the trade was in great shape at the top. And as always the views were amazing along the way.

Brushy Ridge ended in a neighborhood and from there I wandered through some streets looking for Rhododendron Way which I had been told it would save me some road miles. A mail carrier drove by and I figured who better to ask for directions but then but of course they'd never heard of Rhododendron Way. I kept running along knowing eventually I would find something that would get me back up into the gorge when I saw a truck at a house that looked familiar. I had ridden with a guy named Phil who lived in the area and I thought it was bound to be his house. There was a woman unloading a bike and I asked if it was Phil's house and she said yes, Phil is her husband. Rhododendron Way was directly across the street and she gave me detailed directions to Jonas Ridge trail and wished me luck as I continued running on.


Jonas Ridge was a great trail. Not overly hard with not surprisingly amazing scenery.


While Jonas Ridge had been rather mild as far as trails in the gorge go, Devil's Hole was a nice little stretch of trail hell. It was either so steep that it required full on scrambling or was little more than an impossibly rocky dry stream bed. But it wasn't very long and ended at the river where I once again would have to cross.


This ford was much more difficult than the first. There were some places where it looked like I might have been able to rock hop but the rocks were exceedingly slippery and the penalty for error was too much for me to chance on my own. I spent quite a bit of time working my way up the river bank looking for a safe place to cross. Standing on the riverside I was truly taken back by the pure beauty and splendor of this wild place I was in. I had seen several groups earlier in the day but now suddenly seemed totally alone in the wilderness.

I couldn't just stay next to the river forever so after much scouting I found a nice and wide place to cross where the current wasn't very strong. That meant that it was deep and the crossing required a full on swim to get across. Once I reached the other side it was just a short scramble up to the Linville River Trail. The LGT trail might just be the most difficult trail in the gorge regardless of how 'flat' it might be. By the time I reached Babel Tower I was ready to be done with the run and headed straight back up and out of the gorge.


In the end this take on the Linville Gorge Half Marathon concept came in at 16 miles with almost 5000' of elevation gain. Ouch!

Wednesday, February 10, 2016

Tanawha Trail and Calloway Peak

A few weeks ago I headed up to the high country for a run with the Pisgah Nation. Our route was to be a point to point on the Tanawha Trail with an out and back on the Daniel Boone Scout trail to the summit of Calloway Peak on Grandfather Mountain. This whole area was new to me and I was excited to get to see some new trails and mountains.

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Things started innocently enough when we met at Beacon Heights where a false peak on Grandfather Mountain had Calloway Peak looking deceivingly close and easy.

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From there we shuttled on down to a frozen Price Lake where four of us started our journey. We had gotten a big snow fall just a week earlier and though the temperatures were nearing 60 the frozen lake was an omen of the winter conditions to come.

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I had no clue what to expect from the Tanawha Trail. I hadn't done any research on it so all I knew was it is near Grandfather Mountain, is part of the Mountains to Sea trail and roughly follows the parkway. I'd assumed that Calloway Peak would be the highlight of the run but in the end it would be the Tanawha that would linger in my mind longest. Things started innocently enough running through eight inches or so of snow through some rhododendron tunnels before popping out onto some open meadows with Grandfather hovering over the horizon.

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Everyone else had set off at to fast of a pace for me given the conditions and I urged them to not wait for me. I knew this was only the beginning and the conditions would only get worse so if I was going to finish the full 20 mile route  I would really have to try and pace myself. I just kept trudging along following the blazes and tracks in the snow having a great time running by myself. At one point I reached a trail intersection where I heard voices on what I assumed was a road just above me. I took a few seconds to study the signs, made sure I was on the right trail and continued on down the trail and away from the voices.

I kept running merrily along but after a mile or two I realized there was apparently only one set of tracks in the snow in front of me. That was odd because there had been three other runners on the trail in front of me. As I continued to run down the trail I pondered what it meant. I figured that either I took the wrong trail, the other three runners were running at the exact same cadence and following the leader's tracks exactly, the three others all took the wrong trail, or the group had split up. The middle two options were both very unlikely so I just kept going forward hoping to see a blaze to confirm I was still on the MST. After a frustrating mile or so I did finally see a blaze and was able to focus on the run again. A short ways later I crossed paths with a couple of hikers who told me a single runner had come by just a little bit earlier.

From there it was a six mile out and back to the top of Calloway Peak. It was a big climb and I expected deep snow and slow miles and that was about right. Whatever semblance of running I had been doing quickly ground to a halt. I really wasn't that bad though. Just slow and slippery. The conditions were otherwise perfect: blue skies and warm temperatures coupled with abundant views and interesting ecosystems. The ladders and cables along the way were all easily passable though I did choose to use my spikes on one section of trail.



Excellent views from the top!



Straight back down to the Tanawha Trail where I was hoping for a lot less snow and a much easier seven miles to the finish. Instead I was to be greeted by a heavy blanket of snow with a single set of tracks  through it. The run remained a slog and I knew there would be no easy miles this day. But I had all day so there was no reason not to just continue on and enjoy it.


On a run with many highlights Rough Ridge probably stands out the most to me. Amazing views on a gorgeous day!



From there I became aware that the trail was hugging the side of the mountain right where the famous Linn Cove viaduct snakes above the woods. The going was still slow and I was happy to amble along through the rocks and snow.




Sunday, January 31, 2016

Snow Days

We were supposed to go on a canoe and kayak camping trip but bailed when we got hit with a foot of snow. So instead I spent the weekend playing in the snow. On Sunday everyone met up at the Hub where Zak fed us all the gumbo we would have had on the river. Another excellent weekend in paradise!







Wednesday, January 13, 2016