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Showing posts with label smoky mountains. Show all posts

At the Base of the Smokies: Mingo Falls

As I mentioned in my last post, we had two destinations in mind during our brief stop in Cherokee, NC (three, really, but we couldn't fit in Soco Falls.) The first was Mingus Mill. The second, Mingo Falls. Located just north of Cherokee off Big Cove Road, Mingo Falls is one of those hidden treasures worth visiting while in the area. It's also an amazingly short walk from the parking lot, if you don't mind a few steps. 


During our visit, we encountered a few people who couldn't handle the steps (between 130 and 150), which was unfortunate. At the top, visitors need only walk a short distance to the bridge that offers a spectacular view of Mingo Falls. 

A photo of the base of the falls:


It was a refreshing stop that made for a good workout during our visit to Cherokee. 

At the Base of the Smokies: Mingus Mill

When we first began exploring the Carolinas, grist mills weren't on the list of outdoor destinations worthy of a visit. They were small, dull, and took less than ten minutes to see. I've since come to appreciate the importance of mills to early settlements, particularly in isolated areas, and the effort to preserve these historic structures.

I'm sure such efforts have little to do with the fact that mills can produce some mighty fine grits.

Yates Mill Copyright KBuffaloe
In the past, we've visited Hagood Mill in Pickens Co, SC; Old Mill in Pigeon Forge; Yates Mill in Raleigh, SC, and Suber's Corn Mill in Greer, SC.

For our trip to Cherokee, we had two specific goals in mind. The first was Mingus Mill.

Mingus Mill is located two miles north of Cherokee and just north of the Oconaluftee Visitors Center. Built in 1886, the mill provided crucial wheat and cornmeal to those dwelling in the isolated mountain settlement. It eventually fell into disrepair, but the park system saved the structure in the 1960s. You won't find the wheel typically associated with such mills here. Instead, water flows to the mill through a flue, and corn and wheat are ground by a water-powered turbine.

Turbine: : an engine that has a part with blades that are caused to spin by pressure from water, steam, or air*

Mingus Mill Copyright KBuffaloe

Mingus Mill Copyright KBuffaloe
The mill is attended during its summer operating hours, and wheat and meal ground on the premises are available for sale. It's a quick stop, but a nice peek into the past.


*www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/turbine?show=0&t=1406742998

Smoky Mountains: Roaring Fork Motor Trail

While in the Smoky Mountains, we usually stop at the Sugarland Visitors Center, located at the northern entrance just south of Gatlinburg. There, we buy jars of blueberry preserves, and freshen up before taking long drives through the mountains.

We also see what field guides are available. On this trip, we purchased Smoky Mountains: Auto Touring. This handy pamphlet contains information on five auto tours: two on the Tennessee side of the park, two in North Carolina, and one along Newfound Gap Road.

The Roaring Forks Motor Trail was today's target for two reasons: waterfalls and wildflowers. Trailheads for Grotto Falls and Rainbow Falls are located along the loop as is a creature called the Place of a Thousand Drips.

Now who can resist that?


Our first target was a trail called Trillium Gap. We passed signs for this hike during a visit to Grotto Falls years ago, and given the amount of trillium we'd spotted along the way to Cades Cove, we were bound to find more there. We were right.

At the last moment, we diverted to the Rainbow Falls trail. It's far more strenuous as it gains elevation, and while we didn't make it to the falls thanks to the lingering effects of bronchitis, we did enjoy wildflowers and cascades along the way.



The one-lane, one-way Roaring Fork Motor Trail winds through the woods, over creeks, and somewhere along the way, becomes more rocky for geological reasons I've yet to research. The result is sheer-rock faces in some places, and amazing cascades in others.


And combined, they create a place called the Place of a Thousand Drips. I've searched, I've yet to learn who named the falls. Cherokee, I assume. I'm almost sure there were more drips during that time, otherwise it would be called the Place of Twenty-Five Dribbles. Still, it's an interesting stop along the Roaring Fork Motor Trail. Especially after a hard rain. 


After we left Roaring Fork, we headed back to the Sugarland Visitors Center. Behind the building is a short trail to Cataract Falls.

A fabulous day of hiking and touring to see waterfalls and wildflowers. All within miles of Gatlinburg.

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Cades Cove

In the northwest quadrant of the Great Smoky Mountains, west of the Sugarlands Visitor Center, in the Tennessee side of the park, is an anomaly. A pit in the mountains. Grassy lowlands surrounded by jagged peaks. 

Members of my hiking group, CarolinasAdventures, have talked about it for years, and while I'd seen photos, I couldn't envision the valley in its entirety or understand why visitors gushed over the place. So when we started making plans to spend a few days in the mountains, I suggested the Smokies and the meadow known as Cades Cove.

According to several sources, Cherokees once hunted in this valley, and settlers moved in around 1820. Evidence of the latter still can be seen in the form of several churches atop small knolls, and empty cabins tucked in the pine and hemlock forest.

To get there, visitors travel down a sometimes treacherously narrow, winding two-lane road bordered by a river with bubbling cascades on one side, and a rock face on the other. After descending to the base of the peaks, guests pass through a gate and begin an eleven-mile journey along a one-lane loop that skirts a grassy meadow.


Though cars sometime travel bumper-to-bumper, and visitors stroll down dirt paths to hike a trail or meander around old homesteads, the cove still manages to maintain a certain serenity. Here, deer graze in close proximity to humans and turkeys hold up traffic to cross the road. Here, as I'm told, bears wander in search of food. Despite the bears, it is easy to imagine this place was once a place a peace.


In addition to a campground, several trails extend from Cades Cove. At least two of which lead to a waterfall. We visited Crooked Arm Cascade during our visit, though we were dismayed to discover the only way to get a good view of the falls is to slip down the side of a steep slope. However, with Abrams Falls nearby, and cascades located off the road to Cades Cove, there's plenty to see.

We didn't limit our explorations to sightseeing. While at the visitor center, we picked up a small field guide called Waterfalls of the Smokies, and while my husband drove, I read. From it, I learned which falls were located in which part of the park, but I also learned that the "arm" in Crooked Arms cascades doesn't refer to a limb, but to a ridge.That explained the waterfall.

More important, I learned that the floor of Cades Cove is made up of the highly-erodible limestone, which is how a grassy lowlands came to exist in the midst of a mountain chain.

Though we drove to Cades Cove twice during our time in the Smokies, we plan to return during future visits. To spend a night at the campground and explore trails on foot. As others before us have discovered, there is something special about this place. As silly as it sounds, something that touches an inner yearning.

For more information on Cades Cove, visit www.nps.gov/grsm/planyourvisit/cadescove.htm Or better yet, spend some time there. Photos and text can't do the place justice. Just don't feed the bears.

Taking on the Sinks

I'm jumping ahead in my Smokies posts because a couple of people are waiting to see these photos.

Beneath a bridge on the road to Cades Cove is a small cascades known as The Sinks. Waterfalls of the Smokies describes it as, "The Little River sinks suddenly and dramatically over tilted formations of Thunderhead sandstone." The author is referring to this view:


While we were visiting The Sinks, a couple of kayakers prepared to take on the white water. We had to see that! And of course, I had to take photos.


Unexpected fun on our last day in the Smoky Mountains. Thanks, guys!

A Week in the Smokies

We just returned from the Great Smoky Mountains, where we spent three days hiking, enjoying waterfalls, and taking picture after picture of the largest display of spring flowers we've seen to date. We spent time on the Roaring Fork loop and in Cades Cove, the Sinks and a waterfall behind the Sugarland Visitors Center, and I have much to share. Here's just a sample of what I'll discuss in the next few posts.

A rainy day in Cades Cove:


Trillum, trillium, and more trillium:


A little bit of wildlife:



And let's not forget the water:


More to come!