I FOUGHT THE LAW (AND THE LAW WON)

 

 

I am currently attempting to get the dog, any myself, in shape for next month’s trip to the Rockies.  That trip is going to feature 2 challenging backpacking trips, one of them 10 days in the Wind River Range.  For the next few weeks, I intend to do some difficult hikes.  I started this program in earnest last weekend with a hike on Grandfather Mountain.

 

Myron and Dorcas were spending the weekend in their RV in Price Park.  Since they didn’t tow a separate car, I swung by the campground that morning to pick them up.  From the campground, Holloway Mountain Road provided a convenient shortcut to highway 105.  We stopped at the Foscoe Fishing Company, on highway 105, to pick up our $5 per person single day hiking passes.  From there, it was a short, easy drive to the Profile Trailhead.

 

We started the hike shortly before 10am, passing three rangers stationed at the trailhead.  Apparently hikers can purchase permits at the trailhead on weekends in the summer.  From there we rock-hopped the infant Watauga River before following it briefly downstream.  A mild climb ensued, before we crossed in and out of several coves that feature small streams.  It was somewhere along here that “the quote of the day” was uttered.  The quote:

 

“Maybe you can use that rock to get some of the hair off your back”.

 

Can you guess who said that to whom?  There were only three people and two dogs on the hike, and the dogs weren’t involved.  Considering the odds, I’ll give you only three guesses.  You’ll have to read to the end of the trip report to find out the answer.

 

A few minutes later, we passed a large cooler resting beside the trail.  This was a bit odd, and we were all tempted to have a peak inside.  We decided against it though, but vowed to search it thoroughly for beer if it was still there when we returned. 

 

A few minutes later we found the owners of the cooler.  We met a group of 5 novice backpackers taking a break beside the trail.  They were on their first backpacking trip, and it had been a doozy.  They had selected one of the toughest trails in the southeast, and it hadn’t gone well.  They had arrived at the trailhead at 11pm on Friday intending to hike to their campsite in the dark.  Overburdened, the first gear to be jettisoned was the cooler.  Unfortunately, the cooler had contained all of their food.  They had managed to hike another mile, to the Profile campsite, where they’d eventually managed a couple hours of sleep.  Hunger had woken them early, and had convinced them to abandon the rest of the hike.  They were on their way back out, and had only another ½ mile to cover before reaching breakfast.

 

To make matters worse, this maiden backpacking trip was also a bachelor party.  Fortunately, the groom to be was getting married the following weekend, not that afternoon.  Despite this, I’m sure a couple of those guys were wondering if a strip bar wouldn’t have been a better choice. 

 

We parted ways and began the climb up the mountain.  The Profile Trail is exceptionally well built and maintained (with the possible exception of the last ½ mile), so hikers do get some value from the cost of the permit.  We climbed to the Profile Campsite, where we found a fire still smoldering.  Myron and I put it out boy scout style and resumed the hike.  We passed a small cave and two limited views before reaching Shanty Springs.  At the springs, we found a large gang of female hikers that were really impressed with the dogs.  For this trip, let’s call them Chick Magnet and the other Chick Magnet.  They were somewhat less impressed with Saucony when I put her new dog booties on her.  I bought them to protect her paws on the trail in Wyoming.  Unfortunately, they aren’t working out so well.  She tried scrambling up the rocky trail beyond the spring, but had no traction on the slippery boulders.  The booties may protect her paws, but that isn’t going to help much if she falls and breaks a leg.  Plus, the booties have a tendency to come off.  Two went flying as she scrambled up the boulders, and a third wasn’t far behind.  Oh well.  At least it was exceptionally amusing to watch her try to walk across the kitchen floor the first time she tried them on.

 

We climbed to the top of the ridge and joined the Grandfather Trail.  My original plan had been to hike to McRae Peak, but the rangers at the trailhead had warned us that the wind there was gusting to 75 mph.  Because of the conditions, we decided to change destinations and head for Calloway Peak instead.

 

Easy hiking led to a short side trail, which we followed out to Watauga View.  There is a good view here, although it’s somewhat marred by the ugly condominium building on Little Sugar Mountain.  I enjoyed the view only briefly, as the wind there was fierce.

 

We backtracked and headed for the summit of Calloway.  Three short ladders have to be climbed to reach the summit, which is tricky with a 60 pound dog, chick magnet or not.  We were able to find a route around the first ladder, and I was able to lift her up the second.  The third was more of a problem.  This ladder is 6 or 7’ high, and carrying her up wasn’t much of an option.  There is a route around, but it traverses a rock with a sheer dropoff.  Izzak strolled right across it, but Saucony wouldn’t go near it.  I couldn’t coax her across, and trying to force her failed miserably.  Finally Myron and I got on opposite sides of the rock, and we were able to urge her across.

 

From there, it was a short, easy hike to the summit.  The summit was windy, but nothing like Watauga View.  We had lunch there in the sun and enjoyed the vistas unfolding in almost every direction.  It was a bit hazy, but not bad considering it was mid-June.

 

After lunch we headed back.  First though, we had to get down that first ladder.  Saucony refused to follow Izzak across the rocks, and wouldn’t go anywhere near the ladder.  How was I going to get her down?  She wouldn’t let me anywhere near her.  Fortunately, one of Saucony’s mental problems is separation anxiety.  I hated to do it, but I had no real choice.  We hiked on, knowing that she would find a way to follow us.  After a short distance, I doubled-back to check on her.  What I saw almost gave me a heart attack.  Before I could stop her, she ran right down the ladder!  I’m just glad here mother didn’t see that.

 

We made it around the other two ladders and back down to Calloway Gap.  From there, we decided to extend the hike.  We continued towards McRae Peak, climbing up through a huge boulder garden.  This area is a bit challenging, but Saucony scrambled through without any problems.  Near the top we enjoyed some nice views, before descending to the Alpine Meadow campsite.  This is a lovely spot, and blooming rhododendron and azalea added color to the surroundings.  It was a very sunny spot on this day, and Myron and Dorcas couldn’t pass it up.  They stopped for a nap, and I’ll admit it looked tempting.  I decided to hike on in search of more exercise though.

 

Another climb led to more nice views.  At the top of the rise I discovered some Painted Trillium, which was a surprise.  A steep descent into a deep notch followed.  At the bottom, Saucony and I reached a 10’ vertical ladder.  We couldn’t find a way around, and I knew she wouldn’t let me carry her down.  The last thing I wanted to see was her attempt another ladder descent, so I decided to turn back.

 

We hiked back to the Alpine Meadow and interrupted the napping that was occurring there.  Once everyone was upright again, we headed for home.  The hike out was quick and uneventful, and we returned to the car by 5pm.

 

I was ready to head home, but I had to drop Myron and Dorcas off at the campground first.  I had just started heading down the Parkway, with 3 people and 2 dogs packed in the Corolla, when I passed a ranger heading the other way.  I looked in the rearview mirror, and saw him make a three-point turn.  Uh-oh, that can’t be good.  I checked the speedometer, which read 51.  What was the speed limit, 45, right?  Then I passed a sign.  The speed limit on this section of the parkway is 35.  Oops. 

 

The ranger pulled me over, and I took the approach of being polite and apologetic.  While he was in the car, I regretted not getting one of those Blue Ridge Parkway license plates.  I’m sure it couldn’t hurt!  Fortunately he came back with only a warning ticket.  Be warned…the speed limit on the Parkway between Grandfather Mountain and Price Park is 35!

 

And now, the answer to today’s “quote of the week”.  As we were hiking, we passed a sharp rock, and Myron said to Dorcas, “maybe you can use that rock to get some of the hair off your back”.  To clarify, he was referring to dog hair that was on her shirt.  As far as I know, Dorcas does not have a hairy back!

 




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