Falling Water

Appalachian Spring Title Waterfalls

Laurel Falls, Little River.

Laurel Falls, Little River.

The music begins, oh so softly. An ethereal voice wafts in on the wisps of mist swaddling the mountains. Then another voice enters, and another. Plink, plink, plinkety-PLINK.

Little by little a staccato of raindrops pitter-patters on the leaves, drips onto the ferns and mosses below, and trickles into the loam, only to emerge again downhill.

Laurel Falls, Little River.

Laurel Falls, Little River.

Soon the water droplets have blended their voices in a myriad of small seeps and runs. They babble their way down the mountainside in tiny rivulets, joining in an ever growing ensemble.

Rivulets become runs, runs become creeks, creeks become rivers. Each fresh stream that joins the current brings strength and resonance to the chorus.

The Sinks, Little River.

The Sinks, Little River.

Soprano voices skim atop the rocks, while baritone and bass thrum deeply below the surface.

The Sinks, Little River.

The Sinks, Little River.

The liquid choir skillfully interweaves melodies and harmonies, with the trill of birds a enchanting counterpoint.

The Little River.

The Little River.

The watery tempo ebbs and flows.

The Sinks, Little River.

The Sinks, Little River.

A quick allegro where the creek rushes through rocky channels and shallows, over stones of slate gray and russet.

The Little River.

The Little River.

A stately largo as it reaches the quiet passages and shady deep pools.

Juney Whank Falls, Deep Creek.

Juney Whank Falls, Deep Creek.

The river builds with a crescendo. Reaching the brink, the water plunges in unison over a dramatic ledge.

Tom Branch Falls, Deep Creek.

Tom Branch Falls, Deep Creek.

Only to break again into many voices, lacing increasingly intricate harmonies into the braided flow of the waterfall.

Tom Branch Falls, Deep Creek.

Tom Branch Falls, Deep Creek.

The symphony knows neither coda nor encore, only an endless surge to the sea.

Don looking the part of the dapper woodsman at Tom Branch Falls, Deep Creek.

Don looking the part of the dapper woodsman at Tom Branch Falls, Deep Creek.

The melodious soundtrack of the cascades and waterfalls accompanies the beautiful display that delights the eye of the beholder.

Indian Creek Falls, Indian Creek above Deep Creek.

Indian Creek Falls, Indian Creek above Deep Creek.

Water is the lifeblood of the Smoky Mountains. Frequent rain and ever-present mists feed both the lush forest and the creeks and rivers.

Indian Creek Falls, Indian Creek above Deep Creek.

Indian Creek Falls, Indian Creek above Deep Creek.

Still water, rushing water, falling water – this is the music of the mountains.

Map GSMNP Waterfalls

Cades Cove

Appalachian Spring Title SubtitleGreat Smoky Mountains National Park spans more than 800 square miles across two states, Tennessee and North Carolina. With only 5 1/2 days to explore the Park, where do you start?

150413_TN GSMNP Cades Cove_4134aFor many visitors, including my friend Don and me, you start at Cades Cove. Scenery, wildlife and history – Cades Cove has it all, in one 11-mile driving loop. That’s where we spent our first full day at the Park.

We arrived at the Cove early on a nice morning with blue skies. It would be the last rain-free day we had for a week.

150413_TN GSMNP Cades Cove_4146aA “cove”, by the way, is Smoky Mountain parlance for a flat valley between mountain ridges. At Cades Cove, the overlying rock has eroded to expose a valley of limestone. Meadow grasses and plants thrive on limestone soil.

Cades Cove Panorama 2 PCWhile some of Cades Cove is wooded, much of it is open, making for some great views of the mountains beyond. In the five hours we spent there, I never got tired of those mountains. Click for the full effect.

There was a lot more to see than just mountains and meadows though. Wildflowers abound, and we saw some interesting wildlife. We also got a real sense of the history of the place.

150413_TN GSMNP Cades Cove_4193 acsCades Cove was first used by the native Cherokee who hunted deer, elk, bison and bears. The first white settler arrived in this idyllic place before 1820, finding fertile soil and abundant game. A self-sufficient community flourished here for generations, with grist mills, blacksmiths, distillers, stores, churches and schools.

Since the establishment of Great Smoky Mountains National Park in 1934, the area has been maintained as an historic district. Some of the original buildings are still in place, and we stopped to explore them as we drove the loop road. The cabin above was the home of John Oliver, the one of the first settlers of Cades Cove. It’s a simple one-room log cabin, with doors on three sides and a loft above.

150413_TN GSMNP Cades Cove_4249 aThe people of the cove were religious folk. We came to three churches in succession, two Baptist and one Methodist. The Baptists argued over missionary activities and split into two churches; the Methodists argued over Civil War loyalties, and likewise split, although Hopewell Methodist Church no longer stands.

150413_TN GSMNP Cades Cove_4264 aAll three churches are spare white frame buildings with a bell tower on top. Inside are rows of pews, and a pulpit. Outside each church is a graveyard, which gave Don and me a change to indulge our interest reading old tombstones. Here Olivers, Tiptons, Shieldses and Cables abound. Many young children were buried in these graves, some too young to even have names. Life could be harsh in Cades Cove.

150413_TN GSMNP Cades Cove_4348 acsThe Cable Mill area is a complex of historic buildings. This is a cantilever barn, a typical type of construction in the cove.

150413_TN GSMNP Cades Cove_4406 acsJohn Cable built and operated a grist mill in 1870. Its large mill wheel and mill race are still functional. Inside, you can see corn being ground and even purchase a small bag of flour.

150413_TN GSMNP Rich Mountain Road_4473 acsAfter circling the cove, we decided to take the adventurous route home. We drove Rich Mountain Rd, a one-way gravel road that runs up to the top of Rich Mountain, then descends out of the Park into Tuckaleechee Cove. It was a lot of fun winding around the endless twists and turns. Mother Nature’s roller coaster!

150413_TN GSMNP Rich Mountain Road_4462_HDR acs copyAlong the road was an overlook with a  fantastic view of Cades Cove and one of the churches. Click to see full size and find the church.

150413_TN GSMNP Rich Mountain Road_4475_HDR copyHere’s one of many switchbacks on the descent. I had to learn how to use low gear on my car’s automatic transmission for this trip!

150413_TN GSMNP Cades Cove_4306_HDR acs copyHistory, dramatic scenery, wildlife – yes, Cades Cove has it all.

Wait, what about that wildlife?

That, my friends is a tale for another day.

Map GSMNP Cades Cove

Appalachian Spring: A Sampler

150407_Map_7051 acs3At Christmas, the opportunity arose to meet family in Tennessee to see a cousin perform with his college a cappella group. Naturally, I thought…

Road Trip 3

Over the next few months, a short weekend trip to Nashville mutated into a two week odyssey through the southern Appalachian Mountains.

“How did this happen?” you ask. Simple. I looked at a map. “The route is lined with National Parks!” I said. “How could I be so close and not visit them – all of them?”

“What could go wrong?”

Day 1: Fog in Shenandoah National Park

Day 1: Our first view of the journey, fog in Shenandoah National Park.

Famous last words from a road-trip neophyte. Not knowing any better, I hatched a plan that Don charitably termed “ambitious.” He threw caution to the wind, however, and joined me on the road. Luckily for me, he single-handedly rescued the trip from the brink of disaster. The expedition turned out to be challenging and rewarding, full to the brim of new vistas and new adventures.

Day 2: On top of the world, young and naive. Shenandoah National Park.

Day 2: On top of the world, young and naive. Shenandoah National Park.

In the coming weeks, the Wild Edge will explore our unlikely little junket in depth. For now, some highlights:

Don and I drove 2,396.9 miles through five states in 15 days.

Day 4: Nashville, TN. The three graduating seniors of the Vanderbilt Melodores perform. (From left) My cousin Ted, Dan and Augie.

Day 4: Nashville, TN. The three graduating seniors of the Vanderbilt Melodores perform. My cousin Ted, Dan and Augie.

I visited with 10 relatives, and finally saw my cousin Ted perform.

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Day 5: Laurel Falls, Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

Don proudly ushered me through the ancient Greek Parthenon – in Nashville.

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Day 6: Overlooking Cades Cove, Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

We visited three National Parks in as many states.

Day 7: Wildflowers along Newfound Gap Road, Great Smoky Mountains National Park

Day 7: Wildflowers along Newfound Gap Road, Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

We saw six waterfalls and countless wildflowers.

Day 8: Bryson City, NC. The view from our cabin on the edge ofGreat Smoky Mountains National Park.

Day 8: Bryson City, NC. The view from our cabin on the edge of Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

We toured a Cherokee museum and a casino, and walked across a dam.

Day 9: Juney Whank Falls, Great Smoky Mountains National Park

Day 9: Juney Whank Falls, Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

We hiked through old growth forests, grassy balds and boreal forests.

Day 10: Atop Clingman's Dome, Great Smoky Mountains National Park

Day 10: Atop Clingman’s Dome, Great Smoky Mountains National Park.

We walked to the summits of the two highest peaks east of the Mississippi.

Day 11: On the Blue Ridge Parkway

Day 11: On the Blue Ridge Parkway.

We observed 3 salamanders, 11 elk and (Yes! FINALLY!) 5 black bears.

Day 12: En route to Mt. Mitchell, the Blue Ridge Parkway

Day 12: En route to Mt. Mitchell, at the edge of the Blue Ridge Parkway.

We got rained on for nine of the fifteen days. And don’t even get me started about the fog.

Day 13: Mabry Mill, the Blue Ridge Parkway

Day 13: Mabry Mill, along the Blue Ridge Parkway.

We came home tired of cars, tired of fast food, tired of hotels, and just plain tired. The weather was a disappointment, the trees weren’t green yet, and the bears weren’t close enough. I’d set my expectations way too high, and things didn’t always go according to plan.

Day14: Back in Shenandoah National Park, older and wiser.

Day 14: Back in Shenandoah National Park, older and wiser. Still on top of the world.

But in the process, Don and I learned a lot about the Appalachian Mountains, I learned a lot about myself, and we came home with lots of good memories.

And you can’t ask for anything more than that.

Day 15: Last vista of the trip. The Shenandoah River, from Shenandoah National Park.

Day 15: Last vista of the trip. The Shenandoah River, from Shenandoah National Park.

Wild Goose Chase

150323_Middle Creek_2249acsMarch brings the annual Snow Goose migration show to Middle Creek. At the peak, there were 110,000 birds there. By the time I got there the numbers had dropped significantly. There were still a lot of birds!

Middle Creek Snow Geese_2763Blast off!

150323_Middle Creek_2800acsSnow Geese will suddenly take off and fly for no apparent reason. They fly one way…

150323_Middle Creek_2687acsAnd right back the other way.

150323_Middle Creek_2977acsA goose outstanding in his field.

150323_Middle Creek_3020aChecking their look in the mirror.

150323_Middle Creek_3124acsShow-off.

150323_Middle Creek_3065acsTundra Swans were also at Middle Creek in large numbers.

150323_Middle Creek_3897acsNear evening the Snow Geese began to fly in from the fields to roost on the water.

150323_Middle Creek_3964acsSkeins of geese and gossamer clouds on a canvas of sky.

150323_Middle Creek_3409Tundra Swans at sunset.

 

Low Tide Hijinks

1 Fort Mifflin from the Mud FlatsFort Mifflin on the Delaware River, viewed from the river. Or rather, from the extensive mudflats where the river used to be. Usually there’s water here, edged by a narrow beach. This was an extreme low tide. Great for exploring, finding treasure, and getting into mischief.

3 Shells and Pebbles at Fort MifflinFreshwater clam and mussel shells…

4 Small & Large Shells at Fort Mifflin… small and large.

2 Fort Mifflin from the Tank FarmLooking back at the fort.

Robb had a little adventure…

1 Fort Mifflin2 Fort Mifflin3 Fort Mifflin4 Fort Mifflin5 Fort Mifflin

Winter Weary

150224_HNWR In Snow_7843acsWe are weary of winter.

150224_HNWR In Snow_7886acsWe are weary of being bound in ice; we long for open water.

150224_HNWR In Snow_7880acsWe are weary of frigid temperatures and gray gloomy days; we long for the warmth of the sun.

150307_HNWR 420 Snow_9877acsWe are weary of endless nuisance snows, freezing rain and ice; we long for grass and green leaves.

150305_Snow Day at Home_9137acsSo weary of winter are we, when at last we get a real snowstorm, our only thought is – Please, GO AWAY!

150305_Snow Day at Home_9181aStill the snow falls softly and steadily throughout the day, coating every branch and bud in a frosting of white.

Soon we have other thoughts.

Look at how beautiful it is! How quiet and peaceful.

150305_Snow Day at Home_9345acWeariness cast aside, we long to be out among the snowflakes, forging new paths across the virgin whiteness.

We are alone with a camera in a small hushed world of wonder.

150305_Snow Day at Home_9214acsWe see how ordinary things are transformed by winter’s touch.

150228_Port Mahon Road_8400a150307_HNWR 420 Snow_9868acsWe admire the delicacy of a seed pod, and the oddity of a horseshoe crab, when each is cast in snow.

150307_HNWR 420 Snow_9781acsWe remember that the fox is glad of the ice and the snow that give him easy passage where on warmer days he would have wet feet.150228_Port Mahon Road_3425acs

150228_Port Mahon Road_3536acsWe marvel at the strange forms of the ice blocks tossed up along the bay.150228_Port Mahon Road_3578a

150307_HNWR 420 Snow_0194acs150305_Snow Day at Home_9186aAll too soon, the fingers grow numb and the wonder fades.

We long anew for days of warmth and sun and the sweet laughter of little girls at play.

We long for days when we will not be winter weary.

It’s a Marshmallow World in the Winter

150218_Wissahickon In Snow_6945acsIt’s a marshmallow world in the winter

150218_Wissahickon In Snow_6807acsWhen the snow comes to cover the ground

150218_Wissahickon In Snow_6547acsIt’s the time for play

150218_Wissahickon In Snow_6759aIt’s a whipped cream day

150218_Wissahickon In Snow_6930acsI wait for it the whole year round.

150218_Wissahickon In Snow_6562acsSince we began exploring the Wissahickon Valley earlier this year, I knew it would be a wondrous place in the snow. So I’ve been waiting.

Alas, unlike last winter, the snows have been late to come, and meager. More waiting.

In the midst of a severe cold snap, we finally got a few inches of snow, followed by a crisp blue sky day. At last! No more waiting! Valley Green Inn.

150218_Wissahickon In Snow_6600a*SIGH* There goes Don, straight onto the ice in the middle of the stream, without a thought for his own safety. He’s old enough to know better.

150218_Wissahickon In Snow_6624aI’m old enough to know better… than to go first. I let Don test the ice, clamber down the steep and slippery stream banks. If he survived, then  I followed. Do you think I’m going to let him get all the good shots? Wissahickon Creek, down on the ice.

150218_Wissahickon In Snow_6679acs150218_Wissahickon In Snow_6744acs150218_Wissahickon In Snow_7049a150218_Wissahickon In Snow_7153aIn winter it’s a marshmallow world.