Since
I was in Mt. Airy which is on the northern side of North Carolina, I
decided that I was going to take the Blue Ridge Parkway south as far
as I could. I had heard that it was a beauteous road, many many
stunning views and “they” were possibly very right. The Blue
Ridge Parkway weaves and wanders through some incredible places and
with a speed limit of 45, there is a chance to see it all. That is,
of course, if you are not pulling a 36 foot fifth wheel. Hands on
the wheel, eyes not daring to look either left or right, trying to
stay on my side of the road. I did get to see some of the vistas
because I did pull over at the occasional overlook to do a look-see.
Actually, I pulled over because I usually had developed quite a long
line of cars behind me, all chomping at the bit to get past me. Part
of the Parkway was closed so I had to detour off of the Parkway and
travel through some little mountain towns. I found this a little
more enjoyable than the stressful Parkway.
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| Rhododendrons were still all droopy and hadn't gotten their spring clothes on yet. |
I
checked into a lovely campground – the Bear Den Campground. You
can only check in after 3:00 pm. The reason is that the road into
the campground is only one lane with trees tight on each side. It
would have been disastrous meeting another camper who was leaving and
coming down the road, there was no place to turn around and backing
up was not an option. Campers who were leaving for the day had to be
gone by 1:00 to avoid that issue. Bear Den was a nice campgound –
in the woods. I had a flock of turkeys come by every evening. They
were fun to watch, there were two big toms, who were always trying to
impress the ladies with their tail feathers all puffed out but the
ladies were steadfastly ignoring them.
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| The swimming hole at the campground |
North
Carolina is a land of waterfalls. As I am a big-time waterfall
aficionado, this is my land, my place to be. I'm moving into the
mountains of North Carolina and waterfalls are everywhere. I'm not
talking those little pretty babbling brook type of waterfalls, I'm
talking rip-roaring knock-your-socks off type of waterfalls. Word of
warning, if you don't particularly care for waterfalls, then perhaps
you might want to not even bother reading the next few blogs, cause I
have immersed myself in da falls.
Linville
Falls was a great starter falls right on the Blue Ridge Parkway. It
is a three-tiered waterfall that runs into the Linville Gorge (the
“Grand Canyon of the Southern Appalachians). There were three
trails, each one a further distance from the falls, giving you a view of the falls with a different perspective. At the closest viewpoint there was a
sign and a fence telling people not to go any further. Lots of
people disregarded the sign. I got really angry, almost to the point
of saying something to these people. Urg – angry was I. People
like that are why we can't have nice things. There was one errant
family who basically followed me to every viewpoint. The teenagers
were going out on the edge of cliffs – freaked me right out. Total
disregard for propriety, not alone safety. Yup, that's me –
turning into a grumpy old lady.
Linville Falls:
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| Starts out as two falls |
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| Winds around some rocks |
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| Drops into a pool |
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| You can just barely see the first falls up at the top center |
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| Hiking further up the trail, the waterfall is getting smaller |
Did
I mention that when you drive the Blue Ridge Parkway, you are up on a
ridge? As in the top of a mountain ridge? When I left the Bear Den
Campground, there was a heavy cloud cover. This means that you are
driving in the clouds, you are that high up. I could barely see
beyond the front of my truck. It was scary. Then on top of that, I
had to drive down the mountain to get to my next stop. Getting out
of the clouds was wonderful, going down several miles of a 10% grade
was not. At one point, I had to pull over because my brakes were
beginning to smell. I certainly didn't want to be losing my brakes
on that steep of an incline. We all made it down safely which I am
grateful for. Note: Since this downward journey, I have since learned how to go downhill using my engine braking as a helpmate. So, all is good.