Alum Cave Trail - Great Smoky Mountains National Park

Mileage sign at traihead.

Today we took the short drive from our cabin through the strip in Gatlinburg and on into the National Park, to hike the Alum Cave Trail.  Because the parking lots at the trailheads in the park fill up quickly during the summer, we got up early, had bacon, eggs and coffee, and got on the road before 7:00 am to make sure we weren't left out.  After a quick stop at the Sugarlands Visitor Center to pick up some maps and literature, we  made it to the parking area for the hike.

Arch Rock

The Alum Cave Trail is a moderate hike, clocking in at 4.6 miles roundtrip, with a total elevation gain of just over 1,000 feet.  The Cave tops out at just under a mile high in elevation.

The trail is fairly level at the beginning, as it slowly meanders its way along creeks and up the mountain.  A little over a mile into the hike you come to Arch Rock.  Stone steps and a cable rail are there to assist you through.

Hey, why are they called the Smokies?

Further along, you come to Inspiration Point, which normally offer views of the Chimneys and Little Duck Hawk Ridge, though today was rather cloudy - some would say smoky - so the views weren't as clear as they could be.  That being said, it was still a great place to stop and rest and just take in the surrounding scenery.  The Point is actually on a heath bald, which is a rocky, open area topped with only shrubs and low-lying vegetation.

Grok on!

Finally, we made it to Alum Cave.  It's actually not a cave at all, but rather a rock shelter.  It has an interesting history too.  Beginning in 1838, it was mined for several minerals - primarily epsom salts - by the appropriately named Epsom Salts Manufacturing Company.  Having been sold in 1854, the next to mine the Cave were the Confederate Army, which sought saltpeter to make gunpowder.*  It still smells strongly of sulphur when you are at the Cave today.

Here, we rested and enjoyed a small snack.  Keeping us company was a Red Squirrel which has obviously been fed by hikers through the years, as he would come very close to us and didn't want to leave until he got food.  Though we didn't give in, I'm sure it wasn't too long before his next patron arrived to feed him.

Hey Rocky, watch me pull a Lara bar out of my hat - presto!

All in all, we had a really fun time on this trail.  Erin remarked that she was iffy on the prospects due to the high elevation gain for a relatively short hike, but didn't think that it was too bad.  Plus, there was much to see along the way, making for a pleasant hike.

*Coskren, T. Dennis & Lauf, Robert J., "The Minerals of Alum Cave Bluff, Great Smoky Mountains, Tennessee," Mineralogical Record, 2000.

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Rafting on the French Broad

We are in the midst of our summer trip, which began with a half-day whitewater rafting trip down the French Broad river.  Greg's cousin Maris is working as a guide with the Nantahala Outdoor Center, and currently is stationed on the French Broad river in western North Carolina.  We enjoyed our 5-mile trip down the river, which included a lunch of hamburgers and hot dogs (no cold cuts for us!).

"Well hello, Miss Photographer Lady."

We shared our raft with a father and son duo - Rich & Richard - who traveled to the outpost in style in a candy-apple red 1950 Studebaker.  Nice.  Anyway, the French Broad has both Class II and Class III rapids, so it was just right for Greg - a relative novice to whitewater rafting.  Of course, this was a stroll in the park for Erin, who started her rafting career by going down the Chattooga River.  At any rate, she had a good time too I think.

The trip included a stop where rafters could jump off a small rock outcrop into the river.  Maris, Rich, and Greg jumped from our raft.

Awesome form!

Later, Rich and I jumped out of our raft and swam through a section of rapids (appropriately names Swimmer's Rapid), and then swam around for awhile before being rather clumsily pulled back into the raft by Maris.  

At another rapids section, Erin and Richard - on the right side of the raft - had to lean in to escape the clutches of a logjam, then at another section we boofed over Pillow Rock.  I mean, I guess we boofed - that's what Maris said anyway.  It seemed more like a raft crash where nothing quite happened.  It was touch and go for a moment, but we righted ourselves and nobody went overboard.  

The Pillow Rock boof was not documented, so here we are at another rapid.

Finally towards the end of the trip, we went through Rebar rapids, which are so named because of the rebar that sticks out of the water at that point.  The rebar actually comes from the ruins of a dam that was destroyed in the flood of 1916.  

All in all, we had a great time and this was a nice way to start our summer adventure.

Thanks Maris!