
I can’t believe it’s been so long since my last blog. It always seems like time picks up speed in May. Before all of the craziness, Aaron and I spent a long weekend with our friend Tim in the Great Smokey Mountains. It was a trip we had planned for earlier in the year, but the weather didn’t cooperate. The second time was a charm for us; the weather was absolutely perfect, minus the ten minute downpour on day two!
We left Michigan Thursday evening (April 23), and drove through the night. I was surprised by the size and commercial atmosphere of Gatlinburg. We had come to the mountains to get away from everything but the town shouted tourist trap. However, as we passed through Gatlinburg and into the park itself nature was all around us. We stopped at the ranger station to register for backcountry camping permits, and drove to the trailhead.
It was a little after noon when we started hiking. We followed the Little River Trail for several miles. This section of the trail was mostly flat, wide, and gravelly. We were near one of the park’s campgrounds and saw several day hikers along the way. Soon after crossing a bridge over the river we turned left down the smaller, less travelled Huskey Gap Trail. Our goal was campsite 21. We came to it quickly, and although it was still early in the day (about 3:30), we set up camp. Backcountry camping is only permitted at designated campsites in the park and the next closest site was several miles away. We were the only campers there that night, and it was very relaxing and quiet.

The next morning (Saturday, the 25th) we headed back to the Little River Trail and continued to follow the river upstream. The wide path soon became a smaller trail. It wasn’t a strenuous hike although it was a low grade uphill climb and there were several precarious stream crossings. We only saw two people while hiking; they were flying fishing in the river. It was peacefully and incredibly beautiful. The water flowed around islands of trees and cascaded over piles of rock: simply gorgeous. Again, we found ourselves at our destination early in the afternoon. We set up camp at campsite 30 at the very end of the Little River Trail. A time consuming and treacherous river crossing brought us to the campsite. It was in a small meadow between two branches of the river.
We relaxed for a few minutes; then decided to go “creek crawling”. We jumped from boulder to boulder upstream for at least a mile. I only slipped once, but the result was a very wet right sock for the remainder of the crawl! It was a warm day, probably in the mid-70s, but the water was ice cold. When we had gone far enough (the climb was getting steeper and more difficult), Aaron and I took off our boots and plunged our feet in the water. We couldn’t keep them submerged for long, but it was refreshing. Tim had continued on, but returned about 30 minutes later. After he rested briefly, we began the careful climb downstream. Back at camp we started a fire, but didn’t get much further in our food preparation when the skies opened up. We scrambled for our tents and waited out the isolated storm. It poured for about 10 minutes; then returned to the beautiful day it had been. Later that evening we were joined by two more groups of hikers, but the site was large enough to accommodate everyone.

We broke camp early the next morning and retraced our steps down the Little River. After several miles, we left the Little River and took the Cucumber Gap Trail to the west. It was a pretty good uphill climb to start, and it had gotten warmer. I took a couple of short rests to keep from overheating. Once we made it to the top, it was an easy walk. Eventually, the trail started angling down and we saw quite a few day hikers as we got closer to our car. After a quick stop at the ranger station, we drove along the Newfound Gap Road deeper into the park. Our original intention had been to follow the Appalachian Trail for a few miles, but the shelter we wanted to stay at was full. So instead we took the Kephart Prong Trail to the Kephart Shelter. The trail was only two miles long, but it was in full sun and uphill the entire way. I was too warm and tired to fully appreciate the beauty of the trail that day.

Tim arrived at the shelter first, and we found him sunning himself on a rock when we got there. After ditching my pack and cooling off at the stream, I wandered the immediate area taking pictures. The shelter itself was interesting. It was basically a lean to, open to the southwest with “bunk bed” platforms large enough for 16 people. Being out in the open all night was a little disconcerting, especially when I killed a very large spider right before going to sleep and we saw two mice running around the shelter. I had planned on being wrapped tightly into my sleeping bag, but it was too warm and I had to sleep unprotected. Luckily, I wasn’t bit by any spiders and didn’t find a mouse curled up with me in the morning. However, one of the mice left Aaron a small gift in his boot: an acorn.

We left the shelter early Monday morning. The downhill walk back to our car was wonderful. Tim burned off some excess energy by dangling upside-down from one of the foot logs that crossed the Kephart creek. We stopped for a second time at the Newfound Gap so I could take some pictures, then coasted down out of the mountains on fumes to Gatlinburg. After buying a couple gallons of gas at an overpriced station, we stopped at a Flap Jacks restaurant for a large breakfast. Then we headed home. It was a great weekend. The park was beautiful and relaxing. I’m ready for the next trip!