Folks, today we scaled Stone Mountain to the summit and then saw Stone Mountain Falls. It was QUITE an adventure lasting 4 hours of hiking. Up the mountain, down the mountain, across some flat'ish land and then back up the mountain to see the falls. Okay, wait, let me tell you these grueling details. We got to Stone Mountain Park at 12:30pm, geared up with water bottles, snacks, tp just in case, and moleskin on our heels after yesterday's very verticle climb on the Mountains-To-Sea trail. We analyzed the trail map and I had taken note previously that it was a strenuous hike. It is, afterall, what I wanted. Moderate difficulty to hard trails for this trip.
We headed out and we walked for about 1.5 miles when we reached what at first I thought was the top, though at the same time I knew it could not be the top because it was not hard to get to, I was not winded, and the trail went on behind us....going slowly up. The first picture below is me on what I called the "false summit." We continued on, and I whined slightly to Will about how I thought we were going to the tippy top of Stone Mountain. We cleared the relaxed hill, and saw what we were REALLY GOING to climb up. I didn't take any pictures of this long part, but it was absolutely incredible and VERY tough. We made it down the foothill to the base of the mountain and began on the multitude of switchbacks. My legs were getting tired, my breathing short and heavy, and my boots were rubbing still against my heels and sides of feet. Will always strays much further ahead when we hike. I blame his longer stride and general better endurance. So, he got to take lots of breaks at each point of a switchback. He would shout down at me, "Just think of it as training!" And, you know what, I (I mean "we") finally made it to the top! I was wearing shorts and a tshirt and my hair is short as heck and yet, I was sweating like a piggy. But it was a super accomplishment.
After making it to the summit, Will and I enjoyed the sandwiches we packed, some yummy fresh dried mango slices, and plenty of water. I'd be lying if I said it wasn't the most peaceful rock perch and picnic I've ever been present for. Once we had our fill of these serene moments (though I feel I could have spent hours on that slab of rock), we began our descent down the mountain. It was comprised of stairs, metal rope railings, staggered dirt steps, and endless switchbacks - all to combat the sheer steepness.
At the bottom, we walked for quite some time on mostly flat trail before the sound and smell of rushing water saturated our olfactory and auditory senses. There! The waterfall surged, partially hidden by weaving branches and abounding rhododendron leaves. My eyes widened is near despair to see flights and flights of stairs to reach each waterfall landing. Halfway up, I joked nearly cryingly that this nightmare segment surely would become Escher's Staircase and that it would simply never end. When I thought my legs were tired on the incline to the summit, I was severely wrong. These stairs, Lord save me, these stairs! My movement slowed to that of a snail. Even as I slogged on, and mentally prep talked myself (which eventually did not help), I only thought to photograph the mid level of stairs and further stairs to the top. As my reader, you might have cried if I'd shared the previous sets of stairs, so I'm glad I can spare you of that torment. I learned later that there were over 300 steps from the base of the waterfall to the top. THREE-HUNDRED PLUS STEPS! My chiropractor will be receiving a call for an appointment upon my return for my knee. Now, at the top, the most rewarding and heavenly finish line, I asked Will how on earth he was able to climb at such a steady non-snail pace, and without breaking a straight face, he said, "I imagine I have robot legs, and I think about what pace I would keep." What. Haha, I wheezed so much at this unexpected and richly nerdy comment. My husband truly is one of a kind. From here, with my rubber legs and his robot legs, it was an additional ~1.2 miles back to the parking lot which did include some pasture land as well. A welcome sunlight-gracing space.
Our whole trail time having altitude calculated recorded us having climbed 84 flights of stairs. Wow.
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Tuesday, April 12, 2022
Mountains-To-Sea Trail
Directly behind the house leads into the Mountains-To-Sea trail. For those who don't know much about the Mountains-to-Sea trail, it's a very long trail as implied by the name. It has a lot of trailheads scattered all over North Carolina. It spans 1,200 miles across North Carolina from Clingmans Dome in the Great Smoky Mountains to Jockey’s Ridge on the Outer Banks. If you were to hike it to completion, the average completion time is 70 days (includes your rest days). The average takes into account people who may be biking parts of it, and those who may also be combining time canoeing within rivers like the Neuse. Personally, this sort of long hike is really appealing to me and I am very interested to hopefully hike the Mountains-To-Sea trail. Of course, this would take some substantial training, planning and being not at a job for like two months, but I think it's totally doable. Anyway, for our hike today, we did roughly 3.5 miles and it was pretty much all uphill for the first 2 miles. It had been relatively cool when we were still at the house, but the longer we hiked, the more the humidity showed up. It was pretty surprising to find moderate humidity in the mountains in April. I am proud that we went to the highest point in the current trail segment, but I can also say that we both had a bad case of North Carolina swamp butt upon return. We did see some interesting plant life, and somehow had enough reception to identify it in my plant app. The super leafy green depicted below in the swampy area is called "Skunk Cabbage"! It's edible when you boil the leaves and stems and has other medicinal uses. The reason it's called "skunk" is because when it flowers and produces a berry like fruit - the fruit is incredibly odorous in a bad way. So, the name is pretty accurate. We only saw it in one place along the trail and it was the swampy / wet land.
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