Sunday, January 19, 2020

North Carolina State Parks: Jones Lake & Singletary Lake


Jones Lake State Park & Singletary Lake State Park – 3/22/19 – 4 miles


As the crow flies, it’s 500 miles from the western end of North Carolina to its eastern Outer banks. The state’s signature trail, the Mountains-to-Sea Trail, takes a meandering scenic route for about 1,175 miles. The Friends group that supports the MST holds an Annual Gathering, historically located in the central or western parts of the state.  In 2019 the Gathering went east to spotlight all great things being accomplished at the coast. I attended to support the FMST, to hear what’s new (there’s always something new) and for the opportunity to pass through a couple of counties and see some NC state parks I haven’t visited. Surf City, here I come!

I left home in the early morning for the 3-hour drive to Bladen County – a county that’s had some unflattering notoriety in recent national political news. But what else is in Bladen County? Jones Lake and Singletary Lake State Parks.

Before continuing, help yourself by reading about Carolina bay lakes. I did not know one thing about this geographical phenomenon prior to this trip. Bay lakes can be found in coastal states from New Jersey to Florida. Fashioned by melting glaciers, the bay lakes have existed for millenia, but their uniform elliptical shapes were just revealed in the 1930’s with the arrival of aerial photography. Their shapes are oriented northwest to southeast, are not fed by streams or springs (just rainfall and runoff) and are only about 10 feet deep. [How do you suppose they are being affected by climate change?]


First stop: Jones Lake State Park in Elizabethtown, NC, has an amazing visitor center with an extensive exhibit room featuring Carolina bays. [Fact: most bay lakes are less than 500 feet long; Jones Lake is 8,000 feet long.] 

In the visitor center exhibit 


The park’s amenities include hiking trails, RV camping and group camping, bath houses, playing fields, a boat ramp, a fishing pier, a nice big picnic area between the VC and the lakeshore, and a roped-off area for swimming. How great that water must feel on a steamy summer day!

More information at the park’s website here. 

Today, however, there was a blustery wind to temper the full sun and I needed my fleece jacket for a little walk. The amenities are oriented on the southeastern side of Jones Lake, but the park acreage also contains Salters Lake. Hiking trails include the Bay Trail going all the way around Jones Lake (4 miles), Salters Lake Trail connecting Jones Lake and Salters Lake (accessed halfway around the Bay Trail) and the Cedar Loop Trail (starts at the right side of the VC, connects to the Bay Trail). [Fun fact: Salters Lake is named for Sallie Salter, a woman who spied on Tories encamped in Elizabethtown during the Revolutionary War.]

Park trail map

Beachfront

Boathouse

My time was limited so I opted for the Cedar Loop Trail, going counterclockwise. Flat (of course), sandy, and at times softened with pine needles, the trail starts out in view of the lake before turning right and away. For some distance it is out of sight of the shoreline altogether and felt very closed in (intimate?)


Be patient… there’s a little bench and an inspiring view. I ate my lunch and contemplated peace as the tannic-stained water lapped at the shore.

 
The loop trail bends back toward the visitor center and again leaves sight of the water – but look at the charming Carolina jessamine blooms scattered along the trail. The vines climbed up into the trees.


As I walked out on the boat pier, the wind was asserting itself, making the water choppy and intimidating, a bottomless deep blue. Ain’t nobody canoeing today.

Second stop: Singletary Lake State Park in Kelly, NC, less than 20 minutes down the road from 
Jones Lake State Park

Singletary Lake has a similar natural history but a different human history. After hundreds of years of individual subsistence farming, the state determined that all bay lakes should be owned by the state rather than private parties. In 1936, Singletary Lake was developed by the federal National Park Service as a CCC project to demonstrate recreation, education and conservation of natural resources. Basically it created two group camps totaling 10 cabins, an infirmary, a dining and recreation hall, a workshop, canoes and a swim area and pier. They are available for reservation by nonprofit organizations. [Fun fact: the group camps are named Camp Loblolly Bay and Camp Ipecac.]
 
More information on the park website here. 

Singletary Lake SP doesn’t have a visitor center and the tiny park office appeared closed. A maintenance man saw me in the parking area and gave me a brochure with very useful information and a park map. I strolled around for a little self-orientation, admiring the massive and majestic longleaf pines.

Larger than Jones Lake but with a similar 4-mile circumference, Singletary is the deepest Carolina bay lake at a whopping 12 feet.  There’s only one hiking trail, the one-mile CCC Loop Trail, so no decision-making on what I should do. Like the Cedar Loop Trail at Jones Lake, it’s an easy walk.

Wind still gusting, water still churning. And how would you describe that blue hue? 
Royal, cerulean, Prussian, ultramarine, cobalt…

North Carolina’s natural beauty is not limited to its extreme west and east. The Carolina bay phenomenon is a vital part of the state’s ecosystem and I’m glad I discovered it! Thank you to the state park system for preserving, protecting and inviting us to learn and appreciate these natural wonders.

"A lake is a landscape's most beautiful and expressive feature. It is earth's eye, looking into which the beholder measures the depth of his own nature." ~Henry David Thoreau

“This couldn’t be just a lake. No real water was ever blue like that.”  Dorothy Maywood Bird

Sunday, January 5, 2020

Benton MacKaye Trail in the Smokies: Raven Fork Campsite 47 to Smokemont Campground


Benton MacKaye Trail: Smokies Backpack Day 3 - 3/18/19 – 8.7 Miles

This morning Chris reported a temperature of 31 degrees. The air was only 6 degrees warmer than the previous night, but my tent added a few more and I slept much more comfortably. I wore the same base layers, my lightweight gloves, didn’t need my purple puffy coat or teal fleece, and used my neck gaiter for my ears/head instead of my headband and Liberty hat.

BUT…this was my first time out with my new Lightheart Gear tent and I was a little disappointed. Staking the tent properly is crucial, and the outer fly sagged to touch the mesh, getting moisture from condensation at the end where my face was. I’ll have to keep working on the staking. Otherwise I loved the tent construction, design and light weight. It allows me to sleep with my backpack inside and not feel crowded.

The plan was reveille at 7:00, step off at 8:00. I woke up at 7:05, still dark out. My morning habit is to get dressed, pack up my sleeping bag, sleeping pad and clothes sack, toss them outside the tent door before I emerge into the world. I was out of the tent by 7:30 a.m., daylight touching the mountaintops. The creek was roaring as it had through the night and would long after we were gone. No heating water for breakfast, just brown bread with Justin’s almond butter. I stuffed my damp tent into its sack and strapped it onto the outside of my pack. No worries – I’ll spread it out in the back of my car to dry on the drive home.

I headed out first to tackle the 2.7-mile, 1,300-foot uphill (of course) as Enloe Creek Trail climbs out of Raven Fork Gorge.  About a quarter-mile past Campsite 47, the trail turns way from Raven Fork and starts up the Enloe Creek drainage (thus the trail name, even though the campsite is on Raven Fork). At that point the robust whitewater of Enloe Creek was on my left-hand side.

We were aware that about a mile from Campsite 47 there’s a knee-deep creek crossing of Enloe Creek (once bridged by a foot log, long gone now). We wanted to all be together for the crossing, thus my early start. Timed out perfectly; as I was removing my boots at the water’s edge, my friends rounded the bend.

Chris waded right through the creek in his boots, but Nancy and Lane and I changed to water shoes. Our anticipation of freezing water helped and it didn’t feel too bad at all.  Somebody got photos of everybody crossing. 

Not too scary, I can see my duck feet

From this viewpoint - yikes!

Here comes Nancy

Safe on the other side, we dried off, laced up, and started again with me back in last place where I was happy. Enloe Creek was now on the right-hand side, still loud and feisty.

The climb got tougher but wasn’t as daunting, proving that it’s mostly a head game: my adventure is ending today. At the junction with Hughes Ridge Trail I turned left, walked half a mile and reached Chasteen Creek Trail.  That little half-mile quirk is not clear on the Smokies dollar trail map, but there it is.

Chasteen Creek Trail started out as my favorite trail variety, a smooth surface winding in and out of small coves.  I was tripping along with a light heart (pun intended).  Then fist-sized rocks began to appear underfoot and the trail widened, showing its true nature as an old roadbed covered in rocks that slowed me down. Sometimes steep, sometimes gentler, but still rocky as all get-out, I finished the 4.1 miles in under 2 hours. The last 1,000 miles on Bradley Fork Trail to Smokemont Campground was flat and long. For those of you keeping score, I counted the .3 miles through the parking lot to my car.

Are we there yet??

My friends were already settling in at a campsite, tents pitched, evaluating their resupply food before going into Cherokee for a big lunch. I’d debated all morning about whether I would join them.  Facing four hours in the car, though, I decided to go on home. As we all hugged goodbye I was a teeny bit sad that they were continuing on their big adventure – but I was sure happy to not be hiking up a mountain again in the morning.


The drive home was déjà vu from my Smokies 900 challenge, overwhelmed with nostalgia for those days of discovery.  I felt ultra relaxed, rotating through my CD’s for music that I hadn’t heard in a while. The pain of the climbs was already receding (happens every time – why don’t I trust it yet?) I do have some reflections to ponder, though, because my body is older and I cannot do the things I could do 20 or even 10 years ago.  I can mourn for it or accept it and hike on at my unique pace. 

"I dream of hiking into my old age. I want to be able even then to pack my load and take off slowly but steadily along the trail.” ~Marlyn Dolan


Saturday, January 4, 2020

Benton MacKaye Trail in the Smokies: Laurel Gap Shelter to Raven Fork Campsite 47


Benton MacKaye Trail: Smokies Backpack Day 2 - 3/17/19 – 9.8 Miles

At 7:40 a.m. Lane said, “Is anybody going hiking today?” We were all reluctant to get out of our sleeping bags. The Florida guy had decided to cut his trip short because of the cold.  He was up and out at 6:00 a.m. to hike 19 miles back to Smokemont. I wondered if that was feasible for me, decided it wasn’t, and I’d have to tough it out another night. I had all day to plan how to stay warmer.

Chris announced that it was 25 degrees. We all cringed putting on cold boots. The young woman from TN was hiking out to Cataloochee today so she was happy.

Lane and Nancy enjoying a frigid al fresco breakfast

While others heated water, I found that I had brought a hard-boiled egg to pair with my Clif bar. It was almost 9:00 a.m. when we started out on Balsam Mountain Trail and I was intentionally last. The moderate uphill warmup to Balsam High Top helped my frozen fingers thaw; then the trail continued downhill to intersect the high end of Beech Gap I Trail. [Note: The midpoint trailhead for the two sections of Beech Gap Trail is a place called Round Bottom, at the intersection of two gravel roads – Balsam Mtn Road and Straight Fork Road – thus the confusing names of Beech Gap I and Beech Gap II Trail. This probably doesn't help without a map in front of you.]

Cold start

Anyhow, Beech Gap I was 2.5 miles down, steep enough that I couldn’t get up any speed, and surprisingly I felt my left leg IT band twinging.  The trail was littered with branches and some blowdowns, making me think that the horse people hadn’t been out yet for spring cleaning. Under a stellar blue sky, though, I warmed up enough to take off layers and gloves. No wind, no rain, no clouds, a beautiful day in the Smokies.

At Round Bottom, the end of Beech Gap I Trail, I walked across the hefty steel bridge spanning Straight Fork (a note of gratitude that the bridge exists – not too long ago the creek flowed across a cement automobile ford). The gang was stopped at the Beech Gap II trailhead but about ready to move on. 

 
This trail was the thing to conquer today – 2.8 miles, almost 2,000 feet elevation gain. Nancy and Chris and Lane continued on as I sat down to eat another bar and psyche myself up. I started out hiking slowly, determined not to get out of breath, but my lungs were not the problem – my legs were weak from yesterday’s climb. I sang aloud, I hummed, I counted my steps to 1,000, then rested for 30 seconds. Near the end (is there an end?) I switched to counting to 300, then resting for 30 seconds.  I knew it wasn’t going to get any better and was very discouraged, dismayed that age was affecting my stamina – or was it? Is there such a big difference between 50 and 60? (yes) Or could it be my lack of training? Was it the extra weight of the backpack? If I did this every weekend for six weeks would it be as hard? But I couldn’t reason it out in the moment, could only keep trudging uphill.

I reached the gap intersection with Hyatt Ridge Trail and was encouraged to find Nancy and Lane still there.  Lane was finishing a snack and Nancy looked cold like she’d been there long enough. It took me about 1 hour 45 minutes for the climb and Lane said it took him about the same, and he stopped for a few one-minute breaks.  That made me feel better. As before, they left as I took a break.

Hyatt Ridge Trail was a respite, a combination of flat and gentle downhill grade, one little bump that still felt hard but manageable. I turned onto Enloe Creek Trail, a one-mile steep slide down into Raven Fork Gorge to Campsite 47, now feeling good in the home stretch, and it was early afternoon. [Hiking Trails of the Smokies contains an in-depth description of Enloe Creek Trail’s geology and the namesake family’s history.]  

Enloe Creek Trail crosses over a sweet cascade

A massive steel bridge crosses Raven Fork Creek. I don’t know in what year, but the bridge was built after a backpacker drowned trying to ford at this point during high water. The creek is powerful here, several thundering waterfalls, not tall, but wide and pounding. We won’t hear any animals during the night. Not sure if that’s good or bad…

 
 My first hike across this bridge with Jim during my Smokies 900 adventures in 2008

Campsite 47 is on the far side of the bridge, very small, room for five or six tents. Before 2:30 p.m. we were all set up and stretched out in the afternoon sun, so unusual to be at a backcountry site so early. Felt strange but then luxurious as we talked and lazed around. The morning’s cold 25 degrees was gone.

 
Around 5:00 p.m. we each prepared our own meal, ate, cleaned up. The afternoon glow on the surrounding mountaintops was lovely, but all warmth faded with the sun. Remarking that it takes him an hour to warm up to start going to sleep, Lane opted to turn in for the night. Nancy built and tended a small fire (I think as a treat for me) while Chris and I stood around talking with her and not helping at all.  If it had been 20 degrees warmer it would have been a laid-back campfire, but we doused it before full dark and headed to our sleeping bags.

Campsite 47 is at 3,500 feet (2,000 feet lower than Laurel Gap Shelter). How cold will it get tonight?

 
"The wise man knows that it is better to sit on the banks of a remote mountain stream than to be emperor of the whole world." ~Zhuangzi