I'm pleased to report that no turtles fell in the woods. Leaves did though. My Dog did the leaves ever fall! It was traumatic, considering the time I had several weeks of "extra duty" (punishment for being a dumbass) in the military wherein I would spend about 4 hours each evening raking leaves.
It started with a lovely flight from Honolulu to LA. Then from LA to Chicago. And finally from Chicago to Louisville, KY. I started at 1:30 min the afternoon and arrived at 6:30 AM. Let me tell you how wonderful it is to fly 4000 miles in coach when you're 6'1". Then I arrived at the rental agency to pick up the SUV I got such a great deal on on Priceline. As I could have predicted with Nostradamus-like powers, "I'm sorry, we don't have any SUVs in right now." This is not the first, or second, or even third time I have attempted to rent a specific type or model of vehicle. I have N E V E R gotten what I had agreed to in the contract that they would happily bind
me to. But I digress...
"Would you be willing to take a truck?"
Did someone just say the T word? I love trucks. I'm on my third consecutive truck at home. And on a camping trip?! But renting a truck at a car rental place will usually set you back about $350 or more a week. I had managed by some magical powers to snag a (mythical) SUV for over $100 less than that for 8 days. And now they're offering me a truck for that price?
Not just
a truck, either. A 2008 Toyota Tundra Double Cab 4x4 SR5 5.7L V8. A $
31,000 truck. I'll be one of the first to tell you that I'm not a big fan of imports. Especially in the truck arena. It's not a fair bias anymore, but it is what it is. I'm a Ford guy. This was one helluva nice truck though. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I only sorta wish we hadn't stayed in a National Park so that I might have had a better opportunity to abuse it off-road somewhere.
But enough about the truck (for now). I drove south for a couple hours, picked up squirt, and continued on to Tennessee. We stopped off at the Bass Pro Shops in Sevierville, TN just outside of Knoxville and picked up some hiking shoes, hiking socks, and a sleeping bag for my daughter, and pepper spray for the occasional bear attack. We made another stop at Kroger and filled the cooler and then drove south into the Smokies. Nothing like setting up a tent at 8PM after a redeye and 300 miles of driving.
Let me tell you that this kid has her dad's legs (No you perv, they're not hairy)! She's a born hiker, and maybe someday she'll be a varsity runner, too. On our first warmup hike, we did a 3/4 mile loop, and she was practically begging to keep going - so we did another ~6 miles. I was surprised at how good we both felt at the end, but made the next day a driving/rest day
anyways.
Or so I thought. We drove to the parking area at
Clingman's Dome, the highest point in the Great Smokey Mountains National Park. The drive was beautiful. The steep 1/2 mile paved pathway was breathtaking as well. Literally. It felt like a lot more than 1/2 mile. The view was a mix of amazing and disgusting. It was, at one time, an awesome view, but now the smog limits visibility to around 20 miles. To be able to see how miserable the air is at somewhere that from the ground appears pristine is heart-wrenching. And for an extra heaping of guilt, we drove down to Cherokee, NC in the southern section of the park. Munchkin and I walked through the 5 or so gift shops selling the same tourist-trap items and watched a couple of native Americans "dancing for
dollars" to once-sacred music. That's not to say that it wasn't interesting, but I think my perspective was (thankfully) much more depressing than my daughter's. To drive through those beautiful mountains and realize that they once were home to respectful people who "lived green" for thousands of years before it became cool eats at my conscience (That's my lot as a middle-age white male though. I get to feel guilty for most of the world's injustices).
So the next day, charged and ready, we headed out on our big hike. We had pored over the park maps the night before, carefully attempting to pick just the right number and length of trails to challenge but not kill us. We settled on a trail close to camp, with a large loop at the end like a lollipop. It was about 16 miles, according to the map. A lofty goal, for sure, but I figured we could double-back at any point and shorten it as
needed. Next time, I'm bringing a
topo map! What was difficult to see from the trail maps we had, was that the trails we chose were practically 99% uphill. We started at an elevation of 2300 feet, and climbed to 4600 feet within 5 miles. By that time we had long since cropped our distance goal down to a backcountry campsite just 1/2 mile ahead. We made a small fire, cooked a can of chicken, and had some of the most well-earned chicken fajitas ever.
Fortunately, the decent back down the mountain was amazingly easy and fast. It took us almost 4 hours to hike up, and less than 2 to hike back down. All told we probably consumed 3/4 gallon of water, 2lbs of snacks & food, and burned 312 gazillion calories. Well balanced with the nightly ritual of Smores over the campfire.
The trip was a blast. The munchkin and I unanimously decided that it should be an annual trip for us. If not to the Smokey Mountains at least, then camping
somewhere. The next day we packed and said goodbye to the Smokies, but not the Appalachians.
Stay tuned for Woodland turtles, part 2.
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