Adventures with Duma

Sunday, January 28, 2018

Half a Tank of Gasoline

Last weekend I got away to the Linville Gorge area for a fun little overnight excursion.


I walked a short distance into the Wilderness on Saturday afternoon and set up camp at the base of Hawk's Bill Mountain.


From there I did a quick little run up to the top of Hawk's Bill where a fantastic view awaited me. Table Rock was the dominant feature in a landscape full of dominant features. Its presence was so great that I could not help but run over to it to take in the sunset.


As close as it looked the run overtook a little longer than expected and I had the frozen trails all to myself. My solitude ended at the top of the iconic mountain where a group of revelers was awaiting the sunset. I snapped a quick picture and then retreated back to the solace of the trail and enjoyed the sunset over my shoulder as I made my way back to camp.



It was a cold night but morning broke with clear skies and a bright warm sun and once again I felt the pull of Hawk's Bill and ran to the top to enjoy the morning. I had the peak all to myself and spent some time enjoying the view.



After breaking down camp and taking the long way back to the truck I stopped and checked out a waterfall for a future canyoneering route.


From there it was back out to the highway and off to check out Lower Steels Creek Trail #238.  I had been eyeing this trail for awhile and had asked Brandon T. about it at the Wilson Creek Sweatfest but couldn't remember exactly what he said about it. I knew he said it wasn't worth doing but couldn't remember the reason why. I thought he said it had been logged. Whatever the reason I needed to see it for myself.

It took a few trips up and down the highway for me to confirm the start of the 'trail'  due to some marked private property right where the trail was supposed to be. Once I was certain of the location I began the adventure. I never like poaching private property so I decided I would follow the property boundary which was also exactly where the trail was supposed to be according to my maps. It was easy enough to follow the boundary as it was marked like always by red paint. I was admiring how well of a job they did marking it as I made my way through the brush.


At one point I noticed what sure looked like fresh red paint dripping off a couple of leaves and thought "That has to be blood," so I reluctantly touched it and confirmed that is was indeed wet paint.


That meant that someone was in front of me marking the boundary. I found it to be an interesting coincidence that the day I picked to check out this seldom traveled trail would be the same day someone was out marking the property boundary. Undeterred, I continued on wondering if I would see whoever was in front of me. Eventually, the private property ended and I found the actual Lower Steels Creek trail but it was so overgrown that it was pretty much just a bushwack. I was determined to do the trail but after many creek crossings and impossibly slow going, I realized I needed to find a way to move faster. I consulted my map and decided to leave the creek and bushwack up to FR210A. I was gambling that the map was accurate and was quite relieved when the road was exactly where it was supposed to be. I could actually run again and followed the road back to the creek where it joined the trail I had been on. It was still very lightly traveled but there were signs of previous use from a forgotten time.


The excursion was taking a lot longer than anticipated and I was pushing day light so I was tempted to do another bushwack to speed things up but decided not to press my luck and stayed on the road instead. I eventually made it out to highway 181 and ran the final few miles as the sunset behind Table Rock bringing the weekend to a close. 

Saturday, January 20, 2018

Mt. Mitchell

It occurs to me I didn't tell you about my trip to Mackey Mountain a few months ago when I had to bail due to hypothermia and for that I apologize. Laurel Fork trail was my goal on that trip and it is still at the top of my to do list and I was headed there last Saturday but when I got out to the highway I saw Craggy Dome covered in rhime ice and  knew I had to go higher. An hour later I was at the Black Mtn. campground and headed up the Mitchell trail to the top of the highest mountain in the Eastern US. 

The run started out quite warm with me shedding layers like it was summertime and I thought for sure by the time I got to the summit all the rhime ice would be long melted. By the time I got to Higgin's Bald halfway up all my layers were back on and by the time I got to the horse trail I was quite cold. When I went up Cold Mtn. two weeks earlier I had been expecting the trail to be covered in ice and was prepared with traction spikes but for whatever reason I did not have the same expectation for Mitchell. I would soon regret that lack of forsight as the last two miles of the trail were nothing but ice. Any pretense of running was squashed as I slowly made my way up the frozen trail.


When I finally summited I had the often crowded peak to myself but it was way too cold to much more than snap a quick picture before heading back down the ice. Just like on the way up by the time I was halfway down it was warm again, the ice was gone and I was actually running.


Tuesday, January 9, 2018

Winter is On

We just had a cold stretch where it didn't get above freezing for almost two weeks. That meant things really started to freeze and my trip to Cold Mountain had me eager to get out one more day before things heated up to see some of the frozen wonders of the forest. With limited time I decided to run a little loop in the Cove Creek/Daniel Ridge area and check out some of the frozen waterfalls. As luck would have it I bumped into a friend or two along the way.





Cold Mountain

The first time I ever went up to Cold Mountain was with Duma. It was the coldest day of the year and seemed like the perfect day for the hike. This last Saturday it was really cold once again and I couldn't help but make the same trip again but his time alone. Just like that first time up the mountain Saturday's trip went as smooth as could be. The trail conditions were great and itt didn't get too cold until Cold Mountain trail itself but a little suffering is sometimes a good thing. Little East Fork was almost completly frozen and as I drove away had me dreaming up possible adventures for Sunday.


maybe this year will be better than the last

 Well, we made it through December. The month ended with a
Christmas Eve run with Yuri that was dedicated to Duma and was just a little nasty.



And a solo run in cold conditions in Panthertown on New Year's Eve.




Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Your trip is short

Duma's last Adventure in Pisgah was Saturday 12/9/17. We went up Pressley Cove in the snow and had a great time with no inkling of what was to come in the following days. Pressley Cove is one of my absolute favorite trails and my first time on it was my first adventure with Duma almost ten years ago to the day. Fare thee well. I love you more than words can tell.


Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Inca Trail Day 4

First train whistle blows
Great Andes open below
New journey begins



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