Just so you know this not going to be
a writing full of waxing poetic or any of that junk. I really just
wanted to let those of you who are interested know how my trip on the
Blue Ridge is going thus far.
My Goal is to drive the Blue Ridge
Parkway in its entirety.
On day 1: I drove like a bat of of hell
to get as far as Ashville, NC in time to set up camp at Lake Powhatan
in the Pisgah National Forest. Really cool campground for sure. Good
thing, cause 3 days later I'm still here...
Major highlight for the day (and I said
I wasn't going to wax poetic but) Just as I finished getting the ole
pup tent up I heard a huge flock of Canadian Geese circling overhead. As I was just a few hundred feet through the trees from the
lake, I stood still and listened intently as they splashed down, all
honking and making a ruckus. I could hear them for the rest of the
day and into the dusk. Love that sound; must be the Canadian blood
coursing through my veins.
Camping ala Kristine: I love my pup
tent but, it's really not that functional. So, mostly I've been using
it to stake out my territory; you know, claim my campsite. After
that, I just make a little nest in the crew cab of my truck and sleep
in there. Last night's great outdoor adventure included me roughing
it in my little nest eating Oreos and drinking milk from the jug. Yup,
wilderness camping at its finest.
Camping Note: there are no mosquitoes
here this time of year, but black bears do frequent the area. I'm
pretty sure I smell like ham sandwiches on the regular, so I figured
sleeping in my tent might be detrimental to my health; or the bears
if he catches me in the middle of eating one. That's a good way to
lose a paw, Mr. Bear...
Day 2: You have
to understand, that the original intent was to head all the way to VA to
begin the BRP at mile no. 0 and head south to the end. However, that
would have meant another 5 hours in the car today through rush hour
traffic. I opted out of that. Now as it stands, I'm only 100 miles
from the end of the Parkway so I decided to do that first and then
figure it out after that. Well, that didn't happen. I wasn't on the
Parkway more than 30 minutes before I ran into “the fog.” Scared
the livin' shit outta me it did. So I did an about-face and turned
back. I thought “What the hell, I'll just head north.” Which was
a grand idea...at first. I actually had a wonderful time stopping
along the parkway and seeing the sites for the first two hours but then
“the fog” set in again. This time I stuck it out. I still don't
know what was more terrifying; not seeing more than 20 feet in front
of me as I wound my way up the mountain ( kind of an ignorance is
bliss thing) or being able to see the sheer drop off to my left or
right which my truck might plummet over at any second. Interesting
day thus far.
New plan no.1:
make it to the turn-off to Mt Mitchell and camp there for the night
and wait for it to clear. Sound idea until I found out at the park
entrance two things: the campground itself was closed and reports
coming from the travelers from the north were not good; the whole
mountain, valley, and subsequent roadway was fogged in for at least
100 miles. Well now...
Plan no. 2: head
back down the way I had come; back to the campground I just left,
and wait it out. The good thing about that plan was that some of the fog had
lifted so the ride back wasn't as bad. The bad thing about that plan was that the
fog was still present at some spots, I had to drive the same length
of road twice, make that three times if I wanted to hike the summit of
Mt Mitchell, which I do. Que sera, sera, or something like that.
Highlights: The
colors of the leaves and the mountains themselves, seeing the Master
Development
plans for the Parkway, the Bonsai garden at the
Arboretum, but my favorite thing of all; just sitting quietly out in
the woods listening to the wind blow the leaves from the branches.
The delicate sound the leaves make when they float gently to the
ground helped fill me with a deep-seated peacefulness. The smell of
the earth, the water that was carried about by the gentle breeze was
a thing of beauty to my senses. Time ticked by and I had not a care
in the world. Man if there is a heaven on earth I think its here in
North Carolina... (ok so I had to wax poetic a little)
So here I sit at
the campground where it all began waiting for the morning light...
Notes: People
here are obsessed with blowing leaves around...I don't get it... They are just LEAVES.
When driving the
parkway DON'T take your eyes off the road. Gawking should only be
done at lookouts. For real!
The fog of which
I speak is really clouds...
The most useful
tool I brought with me was my flashlight. The most useless; was the little
lantern I bought for reading.
Day
three: Stay tuned...
