Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Hot Dogs & Smores


April 27, 2013

Rain can stop the timid but not the Indian Creek Campground cook-out.  



Saturday night the rain continued to fall, it did not respect the planned campground celebration.  
As, it was just rain the cookout continued as scheduled.  


Pat - Workamper

 With a roaring fire and hot grill we trudged on.  The hot dog roast was a success as most of the campers attended.  



The smores were wonderful, Heather selected chocolate gram crackers for a double chocolate smore.  

Heather & Bill (owners)
Wonder if you can purchase chocolate marshmallows?  Now that would be something, triple chocolate smores.  Or would that be overkill?

Big Cove Community Day - Ko La Nv Yi


April 27, 2013

Returning home on Friday we noticed the sign and decided to attend Saturday morning before work.  That evening Pam, our neighbor (remember her from previous posts?), said this was the second annual celebration and we should come. 



Saturday morning it is cloudy and misty.  The show goes on rain or shine, really, should rain stop a Cherokee event?  Down the mountain we go to the open field near the school and rain has dampened the event.  At 9 AM people are gathering for a short opening ceremony followed by several traditional dances.  The mist increases but this does not deter the children heading towards the bounce houses or the stick ball players from gathering into two teams.





Yes, bounce houses are not traditional Cherokee but it is good exercise and training for the children.  Additionally, the children are happy and occupied so the parents and elders can enjoy the ball game.



Cherokee stickball is a traditional game with a few simple rules: teams are a minimum of ten players each, a stick must be used to pick up the ball then the ball can be transferred to the hand or mouth, and get the ball through the goal posts (generally two trees).  Each goal is worth one point; the game is over when one team reaches twelve points.  There are no rules about physical combat so the game was often used to settle disputes between tribes rather than fight a war. 



The first game featured the “B” team which meant males 35 and younger including young children.  The youth are treated with respect and only the small ones can tackle each other.  The teams are polite but play seriously.  It was interesting to observe the ball was not always the focal point, often a group would tackle the player, the ball would be transferred to another player but the pile of men continued to wrestle on the ground while the game proceeded.  So while the ball is in play there may be two to three piles of men wrestling on the field apparently oblivious to the ball.  It is easy to see how this game substituted for war.  A wise decision.  Guess there is more profit in real war than a game… too bad our politicians like the proceeds of war.



As we wander through the few vendors and information tables I hear, “Are you volunteers?”  My response is “Not officially but how can we help?”  We are asked to monitor the bounce houses.  Cindy Thompson is already by her ‘station’ so I take the slide and leave Bill to watch the third bounce house.  Cindy, a Cherokee, brought her son to the event.  She knows most of the children through other functions and her experience at as a day care and high school teacher aide. 



The children are fun to watch and need little guidance or supervision.  Most are respectful of others taking turns and helping the toddlers.  It is fascinating to watch the toddlers who want to slide but are scared at first.  An older child climbs the ladder with the toddler, holds them in their lap and descends the slide.  The toddler smiles with a slight look of fear and heads up the ladder for another ride.  After several trips with the older child they are soloing down the slide, all smiles. 



The first ball game is followed by the “A” team players who play hard this is a faster and more challenging game.  There are no children or novices in this game.  They play in a steady rain fall, adults head for cover, and the children take breaks from playing to watch the game.  Speaking of breaks, Billy took a break, started talking to Perry Shell, council member, and found a new job cooking burgers and hotdogs.  He and Perry flipped burgers in the rain for quite some time.  Not having rain gear, a tribal member gave Billy a ‘tourist’ poncho with “Smokey Mountains” and bears printed on the plastic.




The rain did not dampen the enthusiasm, there was an hour of gospel singing, the playground stayed active, and the stickball game ended.  Around noon there is a prayer of thanksgiving in Cherokee and lunch begins.  Lines form in the rain to share hot dogs, hamburgers, beans, chips, cooked salad, ramps, and sochan

After lunch remains
Thank you to
 Betty, Mary, Perry, Pam, and the Big Cove Community 
for another glimpse of Cherokee life.

Sunday, April 28, 2013

Tsali Wilderness or Rugged Bike Trails


April 26, 2013

After this trip I will no longer trust the printed trail guides other than references to scenery!
Bill wanted to find a canoe spot and I found an area for off road (mountain) biking.  Tsali Wilderness promised both.  NOTE:  Tsali is pronounced Sali as the “T” is silent.

Wild Iris on the trail
Tsali is a Cherokee hero. “This “average” man found himself in circumstances he might never have imagined, and his reaction to historical forces much greater than himself made him into a hero and martyr for the Cherokee who remained in the mountains of Western North Carolina. Tsali’s sacrifice, his death at the hands of a firing squad he chose for himself, proved to be a turning point in the history of the principal people; the present-day Eastern Band of Cherokee.” 

There are four trails at Tsali that provide fun for both equestrians and bicyclists.  The trails are shared by alternating usage days.  Friday the bicyclists had the Left and Right loops.  The Left loop is 11.9 miles and rated Moderate.  The Right loop is 13.9 miles, rated Easy, and has cut-off points at 4 and 8 miles.  This was a no-brainer; it was the Right loop for us (pun intended). 



After paying the trail use fee of $2 each we headed down the trail.  The trail is barely wider than a hiking trail with the requisite mud holes, sand spots, and exposed roots; how can you have an off-road trail without a little challenge? 

This trail overlooks the lake where we had just canoed providing reference points and a different perspective on the lake.  It winds along the ridge line, up and down the crevices, twists through the trees, and bumps over multiple roots.  The entire time you can peek at the lake… if you have time!
Taken before the trail ride!
After 1-1.5 hours we were looking for the cut-off; however, there were no trail markings or signs only one path heading up and down the side of the mountain, always twisting.  Remember this is a mountain bike trail.  Flat-landers eat your heart out.  Time for a photo break.

Trillium
Eventually we found a split in the trail and took the left path down-up-down-up-down which ends at a gravel service road, again no directions but left seemed wise.  Along come to gals who inform us it is about a mile back… a long mile.  Perhaps the trail is measured as the crow flies and not the actual path. 

Upon returning to the start I find the trail map… ah yes, our journey is now perfectly clear.  Where was this map when I needed it?

Fontana Reservoir or What happened to the valley?


April 26, 2013

Bill wanted to canoe so we headed west towards Fontana Dam as the rivers and creeks around Cherokee run fast over many rocks and boulders.  The immediate area may work for whitewater rafting but we don’t want to punish our canoe. 

Fontana Lake was formed between 1942 and 1944 with the need for more electricity.  Creating Fontana Dam resulted in a reservoir29-mile long, 11,700-acre Tennessee Valley Authority (TVA) lake has more than240 miles of shorelineFor more details, read the linked pages.

Going west from Bryson City you pass Almond and come to the Lemmons Branch Boat Dock and Tsali Wilderness Area.  Well, we are at the top of the mountain and the lake is at the bottom so down we go towards the lake, opting to investigate Lemmons Branch first. The 17% grade almost stopped us but why not continue as we have descended several hundred feet towards the lake.  Finally there we find several trucks with boat trailers in the parking lot and a long concrete ramp to the water.  The water is gorgeous but the ramp is overkill for our little canoe.

Butterflies drying wings at the boat ramp
How about Tsali Wilderness Area, there may be a canoe launch.  So after a steep climb back from the lake to the mountain top we descend to the Tsali launch pad.  Ah, this is better; there is evidence of kayakers and a small boat.  The launch area is gravel with a gentle slope to the water. 


Lesson: 
Wilderness areas are for canoes and kayaks.
Boat Ramps are for boats.

The lake is clear and appears to be several feet low – yes feet not inches.  Small streams trickle from the mountain rocks and down the valleys to feed the lake.  The gentle splash of water from these streams breaks an almost eerie silence.  



We see a duck, ripple from a fish, a few minnows, one spot, and a few birds overhead.  Again the silence is broken by the call of a King Fisher.  There seem to be three other parties in this area of the lake today, two boats and kayakers, all are enjoying a walk on the bank.  Towards the end we find a landing spot to stretch our legs and examine the lake ‘bank’ which was once towards the top of the mountain. 

As we paddle back I consider the lack of life in this lake and ponder the homesteads, fields, and memories buried under the water.  Fontana Dam provides hydro-electric (clean energy) and a ready water source but at what cost?  Is progress always progress?

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Waterrock Nob or Extending Spring


April 25, 2013

It is not the highest point on the Blue Ridge Parkway but it may be the best.



I had read of a 2.4 mile loop trail and suggested it for today’s hike.  Billy agreed and off we went. 

At the parking lot we find a half-mile paved trail to the summit and no loop trail.  However, after a short walk on the pavement an unmarked side trail appears and we think “Loop trail!”  You guessed it we followed the dirt path.  




The vistas are stunning, as advertised and the trail is mostly gentle.  After a mile or so the trail simply vanished which seems to be a common thread. 

It was time to enjoy the trail from a different perspective.  The trail did not ‘loop’ as advertised but the return allowed us to discover new views and vegetation so perhaps it was a loop. 




Now, spring comes slowly to the high country and long after it begins to green in the valleys.  Flowers that have been blooming on lower elevations for weeks are just starting at the peaks so if you time it right spring can be a lengthy season.





Returning to the paved trail we started the ascent to the top.  After .2 miles is an observation area.  The trail then becomes dirt with an even steeper ascent to the crest for unbelievable views.  





I highly recommend this trip but you’d best be in shape as it is more than a stroll in the park.



Mingo Falls - So close to home


April 20, 2013

Exploring near your home is always fun so with a bit of free time before work on Saturday we headed down the mountain to Mingo Falls.  



It is a brief .5 mile walk to view an amazing creek, falls, and vegetation.  Our first trip was just after a 2” snow when we crunched on the icy path and kept a brisk pace.  Today it was 62 degrees, sunny, and perfect for a stroll to the falls.



Standing on the bridge you feel the cooler air, mist, and energy of the falling water.  Spend a few minutes to absorb the energy, clean stream, and power of nature.



Mingo falls is not far from Cherokee on Big Cove Road and a short drive from our home at Indian Creek Campground on Bunches Creek Road.  It is well worth the trip when you visit the area.


Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Billy & Buddy or Doggie for a Day


April 22, 2013

Buddy
Our campground is a pet friendly park as evidenced by all the dogs and a couple of cats who come with their owners.



Now, sometimes a stray appears at the park.  Sunday evening as I was closing the shop a young hound came up the road.  I called Billy, ‘night manager’, for a solution. 

Sunday evening:  Johanna and Izzy, Mocha’s humans, provided a bowl of kibble for the evening.  
Izzy

Johanna

The dog, now named Buddy, slept outside our trailer.  You think our cat would let him in?  Think again!


Monday:  Billy takes Buddy to work with him.  Buddy loves to ride in the cart, help Billy with chores, and even rode in the wheelbarrow.  Realizing we could not keep Buddy and some missed him, I called animal control. 

Off to work

 As the day proceeded, all the campers got involved with Buddy, now called Buddy the Wonder Dog.  




Richard and Valle provided kibble for the afternoon meal, his last meal before he left us.  Everyone hoped he could stay but we knew it was not possible. 

Richard

Valle & her babies


It was a treat to have a hound for a day.  

Buddy the Wonder Dog
 All the best to Buddy in his forever home.

Saturday, April 20, 2013

Celtic Jam in Waynesville


April 18, 2013

Thursday night and there is a jam somewhere in Western North Carolina… oh yes, Waynesville, it is the Celtic Jam.  The music style at the Frog Level Brewing Company jam alternates each week between Old-Time and Celtic, so we decided to try the Celtic Jam. 




To be honest our first stop in Waynesville was the Blue Ridge BBQ for dinner.  The previous week we ordered take-out and were delighted with the selection and food quality.  We wanted a repeat performance but this time in person!  This time it was corn bread salad, yes that is correct.  Corn bread salad sounds strange but it works.  Consider it a variation on fully-loaded nachos.  Of course we had bbq and a double order of collards.  Almost forgot the fresh apple cake.  Every item is fresh made from scratch.  How can you lose?  After a visit with the restaurant owner’s sister it was time for the jam so off we went.

Chris & Callie talking fiddle

Entering the brewery we found familiar and smiling faces along with a few new ‘friends’.  The owner and brewer greeted us with a nod and mentioned his latest brew.  

Thank goodness we knew most of the tunes played.  Bill provided great rhythm guitar to hold down the bottom and Robert a lively bodhran pace while the remainder of us played melody instruments.  The time went quickly and before you knew it three hours had past and it was time to drive over the mountain to our ‘home’.

Is it really time to go?

I almost forgot... there was $$ in the tip jar!

Bill, Jim (whistle), & Bess

Robert (bodhran) & Bess