Bartram Trail: Wine Spring Bald to Wallace Branch – 11/3/23 – 14.5 Miles
A hiking adventure with my friend Jeff, long overdue! Finding something that’s new for both of us took some thinking, until we found that we have the Bartram Trail in common. Jeff has hiked the Georgia section and I’ve hiked some miles on the North Carolina end.
We settled on the 23-mile section in Nantahala National Forest between Wallace Branch and Appletree Campground in NC. Considering Jeff’s penchant for peak bagging, this stretch was especially enticing to him.
My plan: This could be a straightforward backpacking section, but since we will have two cars, I concocted a complicated scheme of shuttling, dayhiking and car camping. This involved more time moving vehicles, but it meant we could start from the high point both days (Wayah Bald) and hike downhill to the end points with light packs rather than killing ourselves (i.e. me) hauling a loaded backpack uphill.
Jeff’s extra plans: he wanted to summit six off-trail peaks on the first day’s hike. Also, starting from the Wayah Bald parking lot was too simple – let’s start from a more obscure point where the AT crosses Wayah Road and climbs northbound to intersect the Bartram Trail.
Camping is off limits at Wayah Bald Fire Tower, so Jeff studied maps and satellite images to find a suitable (free) site close by.
We met at the Nantahala Ranger Station on Friday morning and dropped my car at the nearby Wallace Branch parking area. (There are campsites there, but too close to civilization for us).
From there we drove up the forest road towards Wayah Bald, checking out Jeff’s camping options along the way. We chose one at a bend in the forest road, a pull-off wide enough for two vehicles. We could place our vehicles to block view of our tents from the road (hoping no one would be on the road after dark anyway). The site was a short walk to our starting point in the morning.
Done. It was 10:30 am, time to get moving. We walked a short distance back down Wayah Road and turned northbound onto the AT. I stumbled going up the steps, landed flat, which I’m sure gave Jeff pause as to whether I would be a liability on this adventure.
So happy to be outside on a crisp late autumn day, talking with my old buddy, blissfully naïve to what awaited me! The short climb up Middle Ridge got our blood pumping. We hit the AT/BT intersection sooner than expected, made note of the designated campsite and water source there.
We took the spur trail to Wine Spring Bald, Jeff’s first peak of the day and home of unattractive communication towers. Here we sat down in the sunshine to eat an early lunch.
Moving on from bald, we hiked about two miles to Wayah Bald, encountering a few backpackers and dayhikers. From the fire tower, the wide open view of layers of blue mountains blending into blue sky was sublime. We didn’t linger long, miles to go.
The rest of the afternoon was a descent (let’s just call it a slide) of epic proportions, mostly focused on my balance, or lack of it.
What looked like a simple downward trend on the elevation profile map in reality is stretched over such a long distance that there is not much relatable detail – meaning the little bumps and dips aren’t little at all. In fact, they were roller coaster steep with no switchbacks. In addition, last week’s colorful leaves in the trees were now brown dry leaves on the ground, deceptively deep on the trail and slippery as all get out.
Jeff walked ahead of me and, although we tried to talk, it was pretty hard to hear conversation over the clamorous rustling we stirred up. Not for the last time, I questioned this “lifelong hobby” of mine.
By the time we reached Harrison Gap, I realized that we were moving slower, had more miles to go than expected, and would be finishing this hike after dark. Jeff did not disagree with me. Fortunately, the peaks he was interested in along this stretch (Wildcat Knob, Wilkes Knob, etc) were short off-trail walks. He disappeared and reappeared while I trudged along the BT.
The temperature and darkness were also descending. The last mile down to the Wallace Branch trailhead was a challenge in the fading light, but we triumphantly walked off the trail without headlamps at 7:00 pm.
My GAIA track recorded 14.5 miles, 2,038 feet elevation gain, 4,907 feet elevation loss. WHAT???
We drove my car back up the forest road to our campsite. It was cold, pitch dark, and the first thing Jeff did was build a small fire in the existing fire ring. We rarely take time for campfires, but tonight it felt good to get some heat and light going to pitch our tents and prepare food. (We kept the fire low and had gallons of water for extinguishing the flames.)
With hot tea and a hot meal, we caught up on life’s changes. Since we last hiked together, I became a grandmother and Jeff became a dad! The two of us hold different views on some issues (guess who’s the liberal one) but our common love of hiking and the peace of the outdoors make us hopeful for the world that our little guys will grow up in.
By 9:30 pm the fire was out and so was I, curled up tight in my sleeping bag, listening to a breeze high in the trees.
