Off the beaten path. A hidden gem. An historical homestead preserved by the Land Trust for the Little Tennessee.
Tessentee Creek just before it flows into the Little Tennessee River.
Call it what you like. I call it one of the most relaxing strolls through history you’ll find in Macon County, NC.
One of the trails passing through some Native River Cane, which grows abundantly in the Bottomlands.
The Tessentee Bottomland Preserve is 64 acres, bordered by Tessentee Creek and the Little Tennessee River. With extraordinary educational and historical value and rich biodiversity, the public is invited to walk around this family-friendly preserve and learn more about the history and natural habits, flora, and fauna native to the Appalachian Mountains in western North Carolina.
Here are some tidbits about the Tessentee Bottomland Preserve:
Home to 115 species of birds and part of the NC Birding Trail
Home to 42 species of butterflies
Amazing long range views of Albert Mountain, Fishhawk Mountain and, on a clear day, Clingmans Dome in The Great Smoky Mountains
An historical farmhouse, with several outbuildings, built around 1890
An overnight stop for famed naturalist, William Bartram in 1775
And possibly the site of the first battle of the “Cherokee Wars” in 1760 and the beginning of the southern campaign of the Revolutionary War in 1776
The original farmhouse which was built around 1890.
You can learn more about the Tessentee Bottomland Preserve, find directions, and download a trail map and brochure at the Land Trust for the Little Tennessee. And while you’re there, find out about all the amazing things the Land Trust for the Little Tennessee does for our neck of the woods.
Enjoy the rest of the pics!
Well marked trails make it easy to follow multiple loops around the Preserve.
See ya on the trail!
One of the unique plants found in western North Carolina, this evergreen ground cover can be found along the wooded banks of Tessentee Creek.
Various field studies are carried out all over the Bottomlands. It’s advised you stay on the trail and avoid interfering with the research.
And there’s always time for a new perspective on life.
Yes! Yes! It has been a long time. Too long, if you ask me. Life has a way of going off on a tangent. Six months later you wake up and realize, “Wait! You mean I haven’t hiked since July 4th?!”
“Yup! That’s right, Michael.” (This is my conscience talking, in case you didn’t know.) “It’s been awhile. Something’s gonna snap if you don’t do something about it.”
Hmm. I wonder if my conscience really talks like that. Anyway….
Fortunately, the weather couldn’t have been more agreeable for a day hike. It was 52 degrees and sunny at the trailhead. The sky was clear, blue, and bright. Having lost my trail legs from inactivity, I decided to take the rather flat Park Creek Trail at Standing Indian and amble along the beautiful Upper Nantahala River.
Inactivity. It’s an insidious thing, you know. It builds up. At first you tell yourself I’ll go next weekend, but it never happens and, before you know it, too many weekends pass by like posts in your social media feed.
Anyway, the parking lot at the Back Country Info Center was packed – the most cars I’ve seen in a long while. Being the end of a beautiful three day weekend, I imagine most of the people had been there since Friday, backpacking around the Appalachian Trail. They’d be heading back soon enough for their long drive back to Atlanta, or Charlotte, or to wherever they call home.
Surprisingly, with all of those cars, we didn’t pass a single soul on the trail. We had it all to ourselves.
The beautiful Upper Nantahala River in Standing Indian Basin.
For me, I definitely reach a point when it’s been too long since my last hike. If I’m being honest with myself, I probably reached that point months ago. When this happens, all I can think about is hitting a trail. My brain shouts, “Enough!” It starts resisting me, sabotaging me, playing little games with my thoughts. It causes me to be forgetful, distracted, OTL (which means “out to lunch”, as in mentally checked out, in case you didn’t know this one).
I’ll find myself standing in the middle of someplace, daydreaming about Silers Bald or Rufus Morgan Falls, then waking up and wondering what the hell am I doing in the kitchen?
Maybe you experience something similar?
We ended up doing 5 miles – a quick out and back, stopping frequently to sit by the river and take in the sights and sounds or gobble some trail mix. Our dog, Phyto, could hardly contain his enthusiasm for being on the trail – or in the water – either. He never stopped grinning.
My conscience has a not so subtle way – kind of like a kick in the head – of saying, “You’re lost. Slow down. Reconnect to what’s important, my friend. So, listen up! Get your ass on the trail…or else….”
I know. My conscience sounds like a big bully, doesn’t it? It’s right, though. I’m always more relaxed, more productive, more creative, more focused, in fact, happier when I’m hiking regularly.
The Blue-blazed bridge over Park Creek, which flows into the Nantahala River.
So out I went. After a string of beautiful winter days I said enough is enough. I don’t care if I have work to do. I’m going hiking! And as I was getting ready to go, I suddenly remembered a poem by Richard Le Gallienne, who, by the way, celebrated his 149th birthday on the January 20th, entitled, “I Meant To Do My Work Today.”
Oh no! It’s not what you may be thinking. It’s not an ode for slackers; people who shirk their duties. Au contraire, mon ami! It’s a call to action. An invitation to awaken from the industrial wasteland. A ballad for the call of the wild rather than the inharmonious sound of a 9 to 5 punch clock.
I imagine people like Henry David Thoreau and Ralph Waldo Emerson and people with similar sensibilities would wholeheartedly line up with the sentiment of this poem.
Here’s it is…
I meant to do my work today—
But a brown bird sang in the apple tree,
And a butterfly flitted across the field,
And all the leaves were calling me.
And the wind went sighing over the land,
Tossing the grasses to and fro,
And a rainbow held out its shining hand—
So what could I do but laugh and go?
“So what could I do but laugh and go?” Amazing day! It felt good to be out.
I’ve known this poem since I was 7 years old, but the older I get, the more I understand the message it’s conveying. The sentiment gets stuck in my brain, demanding I listen…and take action.
But never more! From now on, when I hear the call, my only option will be to “laugh and go.” This is no longer just a poem. This is my anthem.
See ya on the trail!
What’s it like for you after a long spell of not hiking? How do you get your hiking mojo back? Share your thoughts in the comments below.
It’ll never be the same again. Sure you’re standing in the same spot, in the same scenic overlook, but you’ll never experience the same view.
And that’s what makes Winding Stair Gap so magical.
The light changes, the clouds change, the shadows, the seasons, the color of the sky and the color of the leaves change. Thousands – maybe millions – of variables determine what you’re going to see on any visit to Winding Stair Gap.
You can stop everyday and see a completely different vista, a different mood, a different place. A single magical moment where all the variables come together to produce YOUR unique view; your once in a lifetime view…because it’ll never look like that again.
Winding Stair Gap, on Hwy 64, is much more than a way point between Franklin and Murphy, NC. It’s a destination all on its own.
And should you ever have the opportunity to stop, you should. Take it all in. Take a photo. Send a copy of your pic to me – if you want – and I’ll add it to the Winding Stair Gap Photo Gallery along with any new pics I take.
Sounds fun, doesn’t it?
In the meantime, enjoy these magical views….
An early spring morning at Winding Stair Gap.
Harvest Moon rising over Winding Stair Gap.
Before the storm…
This fabulous pic of Winding Stair Gap was submitted by Mark Zemmin. Thanks, Mark!
This sunrise photo of Winding Stair Gap was submitted by Mark Zemmin. Thanks, Mark!
The brilliant blue sky of a cold January morning at Winding Stair Overlook.
You want a view! Have we got views for you. Everywhere you turn in the mountains of western North Carolina you’re treated to another outstanding vista.
Breathtaking. Majestic. Awe inspiring. The sort of views that keep life in perspective; a glimpse which offers so much more than our usual hustle and bustle.
Seriously! Take your pick. BUT if you should find yourself in Highlands, NC, then you’ll want to visit the gorgeous long range, mountain views from Sunset Rock and Sunrise Rock.
This is looking north from the bottom of Sunset Rock. It’s much bigger than it looks in the photo.
And, if you time your visit perfectly, you’ll be rewarded with an amazing mountain sunrise or sunset, and you’ll swear you’ve just witnessed the soul – and grandeur – of life itself.
Sunset Rock and Sunrise Rock sit at the top of Ravenel Park, a tract of land given to the Highlands-Cashiers Land Trust in 1914. That’s right – 1914!
And you’ve guessed it. This year is the 100th anniversary of the creation of Ravenel Park – or what the mayor of Highlands, NC has declared as the “Sunsetennial: 100 Years of Sunsets and Sunrises Together.”
It’s a big to do. You can learn more about the Sunsetennial, it’s history and special events, and the great work of the Highlands-Cashiers Land Trust by visiting their website.
Like with any outing, it’s always best to plan ahead.
Looking east from Sunrise Rock.
There are two parking lots for Sunset Rock. Each one offering very few spaces, so it would be in your best interest to plan ahead and time your visit so you have a decent place to park. Of course, there’s always the option of staying at the Old Edward’s Inn and walking to the park from there.
Located off of Horse Cove Road, which is a continuation of Main Street heading east out of Highlands, and on the right hand side just past the Highlands Nature Center is Sunset Road, a one-lane gravel drive.
You can park in a small lot just before Sunset Road and walk two miles up to the top or, if you get there early enough, drive up to the top and walk about a tenth of a mile to either Sunset or Sunrise Rock.
If you plan on seeing a sunrise or sunset, make sure you have flashlights or headlamps, a jacket, blankets to sit on and some water (you might get thirsty after the walk up or down). And if you happen to take any food, be sure to practice “Leave No Trace” principles and pack out ALL of your garbage.
OK! So you’ll have to imagine a sunset, but this is the dramatic view from Sunset Rock.
You can visit Sunset Rock any time of year, weather permitting, but I would imagine fall would be particularly special with the autumn colors at their peak.
Oh! One last thing. Take a camera. You’ll want to show all of your friends the beautiful sunrise or sunset.
Do you have a favorite place to watch the sun rise or set? Share it with us in the comments.
See ya’ on the trail,
Michael (aka Tastelikchickn)
What a treat! Last Friday night I had the honor of spending my evening with four fantastic Appalachian Trail Thru-hikers.
It was fun getting to know them, hearing their hilarious stories, and living the vicarious trail life through them.
Since none of them are in witness protection, they gave me permission to take their picture and introduce them to you. Well, at least introduce them by their “trail names.”
From left to right: Wayne, SAS, Paperweight, and Handlebar
Wayne, a fellow member of the Google+ Thru-hiking Community, was my introduction to this rag-tag group of fabulous hikers. As of his stop in Franklin, he hasn’t received a trail name yet and he’s a bit surprised he hasn’t done something stupid enough to warrant one. No worries, Wayne, the trail WILL find a name for you. For now, keep working on your trail legs and building up your hiker appetite. Oh! And keep those community updates coming!
UPDATE: It’s official. Wayne’s trail name stuck! He’s now going by Crinkleroot, named after the beloved character in Jim Arnosky’s children’s books. You can learn more about his namesake at www.crinkleroot.com.
SAS is a fifth grade school teacher on sabbatical – forced upon her due to budgetary cuts. Not one to sit around, she decided to hike the AT this year. Her trail name is an acronym for “slow and steady,” and she’s considering writing a book about her AT experience. You can learn more about SAS and follow her progress at Hikergirl86.
Paperweight – yes he carries a paperweight in his pack – is a wanderer, and a funny one at that. When you ask him where he’s from, you either get the shelter he slept in the night before or a laundry list of locations around the country. His main purpose for hiking the AT, as near as I can tell, is to meet a woman named Bobbie Sue. So if your name is Bobbie Sue, look for Paperweight at your nearest trail crossing – and make his day.
Handlebar, aptly named for his fantastic handlebar mustache, is, to me, the quintessential thru-hiker. He’s also very sharp witted, funny and confidently laid back. Always on the lookout for Michigan micro brews (he’s from MI), he was thrilled to find one at the Rock House Lodge in Franklin’s local outfitter, Outdoor76.
Best of luck on your thru-hike. I hope you all can stay together until you reach Mt. Katahdin.
If you’re ever hiking the AT or the Bartram Trail, for that matter, and find yourself in Franklin, NC, let me know. I’d love to meet up with you and get to know you too.
Meet Michael. He’s an Appalachian Trail thru-hiker from PA. We found him walking along Hwy 64, west of Franklin, on his way to Winding Stair Gap. He had another 7 to 8 miles to go – uphill – before he even reached the trailhead.
Having some time on our hands – we were scouting locations to take prom photos of our kids – my wife and I turned around and offered Michael a ride.
Meet Michael – a thru-hiker from PA. He’s the guy on the left.
Turns out he missed the earlier shuttle because he had gone to the local podiatrist to have his blisters looked after. He was relieved to get a ride.
Michael said he was hiking the AT because he lost a bet with his brother. Apparently they’re a betting bunch and the stakes are generally pretty high. All of their bets are blind wagers, meaning you don’t know what you’ll have to pay until the bet is lost and you pull it out of the wager box.
The last time Michael won a bet, his brother had to learn to speak Chinese. It took him two years to become fluent enough to pay off his debt. As Michael explained, there’s a betting moratorium during the time it takes to complete the payoff, giving everyone a chance to breathe a little easier.
Michael’s brother thru-hiked the AT about 20 years ago. He was balancing on a rock on top of Mt Katahdin when the rock shifted, exposing a 1939 nickel. He’s kept it ever since.
When Michael lost his last bet to his brother, he reached into the blind wager box and pulled out his wager; he had to replace the 1939 nickel to its original resting place on top of Mt. Katahdin.
So began Michael’s thru-hike.
People hike the AT for a multitude of reasons. This has got to be the most unique reason I’ve ever heard.
We dropped Michael off at the northbound trailhead at Winding Stair Gap and said goodbye. We watched him disappear into the woods.
I walked back to our car, humming, “My name is Michael. I’ve got a nickle. I’ve got a nickel, shiny and…old.”
Happy trails, Michael!
Why did you thru-hike the AT? Let us know in the comments below.
“Happy trails to you, until we meet again.
Happy trails to you, keep smilin’ until the end.
Who cares about the clouds when we’re together?
Just sing a song and bring the sunny weather.
Happy trails to you, ’til we meet again.”
Dale Evans & Roy Rogers
A happy trail blaze found along the Cullowhee Connector trail at Western Carolina University.