Showing posts with label White Squirrel Challenge. Show all posts
Showing posts with label White Squirrel Challenge. Show all posts

Thursday, June 29, 2023

Bracken Preserve in Brevard NC

Bracken Preserve – Brevard NC - 7/19/22 – 9.3 miles

In July 2022, even the mountains offered little relief from the relentless heat. Still, outside is soothing to the soul and I must go.

Bracken Preserve in Brevard, NC was introduced to me via Conserving Carolina. The organization does amazing work in Western NC, playing the long game of working to protect lands for future generations.

Part of Conserving Carolina’s PR is highlighting gems like Bracken Preserve. They got my attention with the White Squirrel Hiking Challenge 6 because you know I love a challenge list that takes me to new places. 

Bracken Preserve is easy to find, at the edge of downtown Brevard yet a world away. The trails have names and color blazes, but I won’t get into all that. The turn-by-turn directions for this hike are here. I followed this route and included the short interior connecting trails. Why not?

All together I hiked every bit of the Preserve and enjoyed every humid moment. A surprising amount of ups and downs have been squeezed into 395 acres, not a leisurely stroll.

Show and tell picture time! Did someone say more mushrooms?

Bridge at Renzulli Falls on the Brushy Creek Trail

Carlo Renzulli, a native of Italy, was a violinist with the New York Philharmonic. Why does his name turn up in the woods? Members of his family were ardent supporters of nearby Brevard Music Center as well as Bracken Preserve.

Chanterelles

Amanita jacksonii – I went down a fascinating YouTube rabbit hole identifying this

Okay, a break from the fungi. Rattlesnake plantains bloomed in abundance (we all know my poor track record with photographing them) and I spotted a pair of yellow-fringed orchids and a crane-fly orchid. Some slopes beside the trails were thick with rhododendron, others covered in ferns. Birdsong was surprisingly constant, unlike in deep forest. Are the birds more accustomed to people here so near to civilization? Standing still and listening made my spirit soar.

Also on Brushy Creek Trail: a campsite and small shelter where I took my lunch break 

A red eft

Bracken Preserve has been open since 2012 and in 2019 a new shared use trail was completed.  The pink-blazed Pinnacle Trail rubs up against Pisgah National Forest, and mountain bikers as well as hikers are very happy to extend their range. The name refers to the Pinnacle community that once thrived in the area. [Read more here.] From the article:

“Signage in the Bracken Mountain Preserve marks the history of the Pinnacle community. Among the founders of Pinnacle were Laughing Water, a young woman from the Blackfoot nation, and Tom, an African-American, both of whom had escaped from captivity. Laughing Water and Tom moved their large family to these mountains in the early 1860s to avoid typhoid fever.”

Love the pink blazes


The climb up to the boundary is significant, tight curlicue switchbacks, crisscrossing old forest roads. I kept my eyes and ears open but didn’t encounter any mountain bikers today.

A cool breeze awaited at the boundary ridge line as the Pinnacle Trail straightened out and relaxed. The trail doesn’t quite go over summit of Burl Mountain so I detoured to find the top. (I didn’t locate a survey marker so I estimated.) In doing that, I inadvertently stopped the GAIA track but quickly realized it and started a new one. Always learning! As Jim says, “No backslapping ‘til it’s all over.”

Bracken Mountain Trail plunges back downhill on long benches with tight switchbacks. I assume this is the way mountain bikers go up to the top and then careen down the Pinnacle Trail. Brushy Creek comes back into the mix, crossing several times on the descent. Before I could say “Amanita jacksonii” I was back where I started.

For most of my 4.5 hours in Bracken Preserve, I was alone. I encountered six people in the first mile, three people in the last mile, and no one in between. As I was putting my hiking poles in my car, three mountain bikers exited behind me from parts unknown. Retirement hiking on a Tuesday!

Since my hike in July 2022, Conserving Carolina has acquired 34 additional acres to expand Bracken Preserve (read here.) 

Perfect ending

“There are always flowers
for those who want to see them.”
  ~Henri Matisse

Wednesday, September 14, 2022

Green River Cove Trail On New Year's Day 2022

Green River Cove Trail – 1/1/22 – 7.6 Miles


Starting with a blank slate, turning the page, hitting the refresh button – New Year’s Day is my favorite day of the year. I don’t make resolutions, per se, but rather a “wish list” of what I want the year ahead to look like. If the things happen, great, and if they don’t, hopefully it’s because something even better happened. I am all optimism on New Year’s Day.

Hiking is always on the list.

Jim and our oldest daughter Megan joined me as we looked for a trail that was new to us, not too far away, and has water and/or a view. Green River Cove Trail checks these boxes and a couple more: it’s Hike #72 of Carolina Mountain Club’s 100 Favorite Trails Challenge AND it’s part of Conserving Carolina’s White Squirrel Challenge.

Green River Cove Road is an adventure in itself, descending from I-26 in a spine-chilling series of hairpin switchbacks. Jim-the-cyclist drove it in slow motion awe. 

We were early enough to grab a parking space in the small pull-off opposite the trailhead. The hike is a straightforward out-and-back following Green River upstream.

Ready to go!

We started off gaining a little elevation above the river, looking down on homes lining Green River Cove Road, then dropped down to river level. Lots to see, blowdowns, reflections, fungi, beavers’ work.

Hope Jim looked before he stuck his hand in

Back up high again, a winter view of the river

At the junction with Pulliam Creek Trail, we stayed left on Green River Cove Trail. The blue blazes kept us on track.

Trail’s end

Beyond the blue blaze is the Green River below the Narrows section where kayakers love to take risks. (Some paddlers keep going past this point but we didn’t see any today.) Huge boulders make beautiful cascades.

As I was making my way across the rocks looking for a place to sit, I slipped and fell towards my left side and onto my butt. At first I thought the only thing injured was my pride, but when I stood up I felt a sharp pain in my left side. The cork handle of my left hand trekking pole became lodged in my side, just below my bra line, and I leaned on it hard as I fell. (Actually, I think this is what pushed me back onto my butt or else I might have fallen forward and done more damage.)

After getting up and dusting myself off, I decided I was good to go. It didn’t hurt to breathe, so no ribs broken, but felt sore for the rest of the hike and bruised for sure. I thought, “Tomorrow is going to be painful,” and I was right. (In fact, it was painful for weeks.)

So let’s have lunch!

Our return hike was easy, no more slip-and-falls, and we were ready for food and drink. At Saluda Station I was delighted to find my favorite cider, which helped the pain go away (Cider Boys - the owner said she likes her cider to taste like fruit.) Happy New Year!

“And now we welcome the new year.
 Full of things that have never been.”
 ~Rainer Maria Rilke