Wednesday, July 11, 2012

No Bake Energy Cookies for Hiking

I'm looking forward to another hike on Saturday--this time along the Appalachian Trail in the Smoky Mountains, from Clingman's Dome to Newfound Gap Road.  I just discovered this recipe on Pinterest for No Bake Energy Bites that I am going to take with us.  Although this hike is only about 8 miles, these might be really good on longer hikes which lay ahead of us in our quest to hike ALL of the trails in the Great Smoky Mountains.  These cookies look and sound great, and I believe my hiking partners will be excited when I show up with these.  I do NOT take credit for this recipe--I'm just going to try it!  Update to follow on the reception of these little wonders among my hiking group!  Oh, and just in case you're wondering, the chocolate chips will NOT be optional!  :)

No-Bake Energy Bites Recipe
Ingredients:
  • 1 cup (dry) oatmeal (I used old-fashioned oats)
  • 2/3 cup toasted coconut flakes
  • 1/2 cup peanut butter
  • 1/2 cup ground flaxseed or wheat germ
  • 1/2 cup chocolate chips (optional)
  • 1/3 cup honey
  • 1 tsp. vanilla
Method:
Stir all ingredients together in a medium bowl until thoroughly mixed.  Let chill in the refrigerator for half an hour.  Once chilled, roll into balls of whatever size you would like.  (Mine were about 1″ in diameter.)  Store in an airtight container and keep refrigerated for up to 1 week.
Makes about 20-25 balls.
Tip:
Substitution ideas can abound for just about any of these ingredients!  Feel free to substitute in your favorite nut butter (almond butter, sunflower seed butter, etc.) for the peanut butter.  And you could also add in some wheat germ in place of some or all of the flaxseed.  I would caution, though, against substituting agave nectar for the honey, as the honey’s thickness helps hold things together.
Some other fun substitutions for the chocolate chips (or an addition to them) could include:
  • chopped dried fruit (apricots, dates, raisins, etc.)
  • dried berries (cranberries, cherries, etc.)
  • chopped almonds, pecans, walnuts, or sunflower seeds
  • other chips (butterscotch, dark chocolate, milk chocolate, white chocolate, M&Ms, etc.)
  • other grains (different kinds of oatmeal, rice cereal, etc.)

So what DO I do if I see a bear???

This is bear time of year in the Great Smoky Mountains especially now that the blueberries are ripe.  Bears will be foraging and can sometimes be protective of their food sources.  I know that on Andrew's Bald and Gregory's Bald, blueberries and huckleberries are prolific, and bears are aware of that too.  Personally, I try to avoid those areas that are known for berries during the ripening season so that I limit my chance of running into a bear up close and personal.  I gladly give him "dibs" on what he considers to be a primary food source.  I also carry bear pepper spray in the summer months as a precaution.  Actually, I also carry it as a precaution against two-legged intruders too, especially after a woman was attacked about a month ago on a hike very close to lots of people.  I recently found this video about safety in the presence of wildlife produced by the Park Service and thought it might be worth sharing here:Wildlife Safety Video

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

Cade's Cove Camping Remembered

 

In light of recent events in the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, I find myself reminiscing about my earliest memories of camping in Cade's Cove, recently hit so hard and possibly forever scarred by devastating windstorms. I didn't realize at the time, but my camping days began not very long after this lovely campground was established. Most of my camping days and nights centered around a 1966 Cox Camper very much like the one pictured here, but I was camping in Cade's Cove long before we made that grand purchase which cost us a whopping $600--a lot of money in those days. I would have been 7-years old when we decided to trade up out of huge, heavy, and cumbersome canvas tents to this extravagant piece of camping equipment.

I remember how excited we were with our new purchase and the amenities that it provided. No longer would we have to carry buckets of water to drink or with which to wash dishes after dinner. This camper had a water tank that we filled up out of our water hose before leaving home. Then we simply had to pump the handle on the faucet in the sink inside to get water for whatever we needed. It also had four inch mattresses inside which promised to be luxurious after having slept on the ground all that time.

But most of what I remember about camping in Cade's Cove was the serenity and peace of this magical place! Even as a child I knew there was something very special about this Park. Something spoke to my soul here although I was too young to understand why. I wasn't too young to appreciate the way even my childish spirit could breath and relax here. There was nothing better than spending days playing in the dirt, hiding behind the rocks, frolicking in the creek until come nighttime we were so tired that sitting around the campfire was a welcome, restful respite.

Most exciting of my memories of Cade's Cove Campground involve the black bears. I don't remember if this was before the park installed bear-proof garbage containers, but seeing bear in the campground was not an unusual occurrence. In fact, one summer we knew the bears by name! My memory tells me there were two bear that visited the campground on a regular basis that year. The name of one I cannot recall, but one I remember vividly--in fact, I can still see him in my mind's eye. His name was Scarface, and he had earned that name with some unknown run-in with whatever creature might do battle with a bear. Scarface sauntered down the paved paths of the campground, but we were not afraid of him. Maybe we were too young to know that we should be afraid of him, but I remember waiting and excitedly watching for him to show up. I do know though that inside that Cox Camper sitting in my garage today there are two plastic washbasins that sport claw marks from a Cade's Cove bear. I don't know if those marks could have been made by Scarface or if that was a different trip and a different bear, but one of them no longer holds water.

On one other campfire night, I remember sitting in my mother's lap. We had popped popcorn on the fire and the adults were talking and telling stories. I remember an instantaneous silence and my mother squeezing me and warning me to be quiet and still. It took me a moment to see what everyone else saw and even then I didn't realize the danger, but a black, squirrel-like animal with a large white stripe on its back was creeping through our campsite, nonchalantly helping himself to the kernels of popcorn that we kids had carelessly dropped as we ate. No one spoke; no one moved. Everyone else knew what might happen at any second, but I just remember thinking how pretty it was. Luckily, the skunk enjoyed the popcorn and never felt threatened by any of us, moving on to someone else's site to see if others were as careless as we had been.

Memories like these are part of what drive me back to the Smokies as often as possible. We still camp in that 1966 Cox Camper sometimes, but not often enough and not usually in Cade's Cove Campground. Our campground of choice is now Elkmont because of the larger size of its sites and slightly fewer number of visitors. However, the serenity and peace that I found there as a child are so much more needed and appreciated today than back then. I think that's why I hike. It's hard to coordinate schedules today to carve out time for a camping trip, but my soul longs for the respite I find in my mountains. Through hiking I can snatch bits and pieces of that solitude and peace in just a few hours, hours that I relish more and more as the stresses of life build and threaten to overwhelm. So, for now at least, I spend hours at a time instead of days at a time in these mountains. But these times continue to be some of my most cherished memories, even the newest ones.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Storm Ravages

I feel an intense personal sadness as I continue to learn of the loss of life and other injuries that happened during the storm which ravaged the part of the Great Smoky Mountains National Park that I am most fond of on Thursday. To the families of those who were killed, I extend my condolences; for those injured and struggling to recover, I will continue to pray; especially for the little 7-yr old girl trapped under water in a swimming hole by a falling tree, I am thankful that others knew CPR and were able to revive you, and I pray for a continued miracle. May God wrap His loving arms around your entire family and bless you. To my Park, with your thousands of downed trees, closed roads and trails, damaged facilities, I know you will recover. You are resilient and no stranger to the power of nature. This will be but just another scar on your landscape that time will eventually cover over. However, the pain etched into the hearts of those affected by this storm will never really be wiped away by time. My heart aches, and, my dear Park, I think yours does too.

Flaming Glory on Gregory's Bald

It's been a couple of weeks now, but the awe-inspiring view that opened up before me as I made my first steps out of the woods onto the plateau of Gregory's Bald will be forever burned in my memory. It was one of those moments when your breath is literally taken by the extravagant beauty of the natural world--a moment in which one wonders how anyone can refuse to believe in a divine, and divinely imaginative, Creator. I was struck first by the expansiveness of the view of the surrounding mountains and valleys. These views were almost 360 degrees and came close to rivaling those that are to be had when you stand on the precipice of Cliff Tops at Mount LeConte. Then I was mesmerized by the sheer quantity and variety of flame azaleas growing there. I read somewhere during my preparations for this hike that these azaleas are hybridizing naturally up here on this bald, and I certainly believe it now. There were more varieties than I could keep track of other than to simply enjoy them.

My hiking partners and I had entered Cade's Cove literally at daybreak and made the drive to the far end of the Cades Cove Loop Road to access Parson's Branch Road to leave one vehicle at the trailhead for Gregory's Ridge Trail. From there we continued down Parson's Branch Road to the trailhead for the Gregory's Bald Trail. Be warned, this road is not for vehicles with low clearance, as not only is it gravel, but it is not well maintained and is pocked with potholes and erosion ditches. The weather had been dry, so we didn't need four wheel drive, but that would have been a possibiity if it had been a rainy part of the year. On that part of the drive we were blessed to see a black bear foraging in the early morning light beginning his day as well, so we had a feeling this was going to be a great hike.

Backcountry Campsite #13
Gregory's Bald Trail was a really nice ascent--not too steep and with several places along the way to stop and rest. It is a horse trail as well, so that meant that there are places where the trail itself has been damaged by the hooves, but I don't mind sharing these trails with horses. I do wish it were a requirement for them to wear bags to catch their poop, but I can certainly see the allure of riding horseback along these ridges in this great park. At just a short distance from the top, Backcountry Campsite #13 is nestled in the woods near a small stream. This would be a wonderful place to camp since it is close enough to the top where you could go to the bald to see sunset or lay under the stars for a while or get up early to view the sunrise. I may have to get my husband to return with me to camp up there one night. It would certainly be a beautiful spot.

 Because we had gotten such an early start, we were rewarded with having Gregory's Bald, in all it's splendor, all to ourselves. You forget how quiet and peaceful the world can be if you can just get away from all the people. This magical place will remind you. When we arrived at the top and were blown away by the views and the magnificent beauty, my hiking partners sat to eat their lunch, but I walked across the bald taking pictures and simply reveling in the serenity of this place. I did have cell service up there, so I sent a picture to my husband and let him know that this is a place I would like for him to come back to with me. It's the kind of place you want to share with those you love. Perhaps the solitude we experienced on this day was part of its allure for me. I liked this spot as well as I liked Mt. LeConte, partly perhaps because there have always been lots of people at the summit of LeConte and here, at least on this day, there was no one but us.


 I learned a great deal about hiking and nutrition on this hike too. On the previous hike we took, I made the first four or five miles ok, but the last four were miserable. I felt like my body was simply not wanting to go another step. Our plan for this day was to do 14.3 miles--more than just the two Gregory's Bald trails. Because we are working on hiking all of the 900 miles of trails in this great park, we also decided we would hike the little spur that connects to the Appalachian Trail at Doe Knob. You can hike Gregory's Bald in just slightly over 10 miles, but this little spur was going to add 4 miles to our day. I knew I needed to do something different with nutrition to see if I could get my body to be a more willing partner with my mind on a hike this long. I read up a little on hiking and nutrition and fixed myself a healthy spaghetti dish on the night before the hike. Then on the morning of the hike, I had an English muffin with one egg and one piece of turkey bacon on it. Along the way up to the Bald, we all ate a banana, drank plenty of water, and nibbled on a little beef jerky. I have never felt better on a hike! I had also frozen one of those little packages of fruit, a Fruit Buddy, and by the time I ate it, it was no longer frozen, but still cold, sort of like a small fruit smoothie. I also packed a roll of the gummy-like Shot Bloks by Clif which did give me a boost on the last few miles of this trek. I really felt great all day long on this hike--much better than I have felt hiking in a while and I'm excited about that.

This was a fabulous hike and one that I cannot recommend enough. If at all possible try to do this hike in late June went the azaleas are blooming, but I'm sure that this hike is a great one in any time of year. I can especially envision these vistas draped in the splendor of reds, golds, and oranges that will paint the deciduous trees on the surrounding ridges in the fall. Hmmm, I think I see another hike to the top in my near future!

Follow this link to all the pictures from the hike to Gregory's Bald: 

Monday, July 2, 2012

Bunny Update

I am just playing with this new app called Blogsy. This will enable me to post more easily from my iPad hopefully.  It apparently DOES allow me to get pictures to post from my iPad which I have not been able to do before, so that's a good thing!

I did find this darling little baby bunny in my back yard last night. It's only about 4 inches long! There were actually two of then, but one was more shy and backed into its burrow when I tried to take a picture of it. This one didn't seem to mind much though!



Tuesday, June 5, 2012

Fly-fishing in Boone Fork Creek for Monster Trout

So you thought the trout in East Tennessee and Western North Carolina were relatively small?  Well, think again!  There is at least one place in the waters of this region where that is absolutely not true--The Refuge near Blowing Rock, NC.  This strip of water that runs through private land is managed incredibly well for the benefit of Brown, Rainbow, Brook, and Golden Trout.  This, vicariously, benefits those of us who love to catch them on a fly rod.

I recently had the opportunity as a surprise birthday gift from my husband to fish this stretch of water.  The Refuge is located on Boone Fork Creek, one of the top-rated catch-and-release streams in the area.  Set amidst the beauty of the Blue Ridge Mountains, this Orvis-endorsed fishing experience awaits those who wish to catch large, really large trout!  Since 1988, The Refuge has provided trout with a sanctuary, a refuge, in which they are provided with the habitat that they need to grow to monster size, protected by the owners, Terry and Renee Troy, and by the guides and fishermen (and fisherwomen) that frequent these waters.  No fish are ever taken from these waters unless they have been injured, for instance by the spear-like beaks of a blue heron. Although, to be honest, I bet it's quite a sight to see a blue heron try to take on one of these monster fish!  I wonder if the fish ever win!  I thought it interesting that, according to Terry Troy, these fish have full run of Boone Fork Creek, but most of them, except for the Brookies which travel upstream during the summer, choose to stay.  The extra aeration provided in this stretch of water probably plays a large part of that, especially when temperatures rise in the warmest parts of the year. 

When we got out of the truck at a beautiful, but unassuming, home and guest cottage near the river, I was excited by the possibilities of what might lay ahead.  I had envisioned a trophy-section of a creek in which our guide, Luke Edwards (lukesedwards@gmail.com) had promised my husband he could get us on some trophy-sized trout as my birthday present.  At that time, I was unaware of where, exactly, we had been headed as part of the birthday surprise.  After donning our equipment and placing my net in the back pocket of my fishing vest, Luke looked at me and said, "You know, I've got my guide net.  You won't need that net today if you don't want to fool with it."  He was too polite to say it at the time, but that trout net I carry would have been absolutely useless on this adventure, because none of the fish we caught would have fit in it!
This photo was borrowed from the website of The Refuge:  http://www.therefugefoscoenc.com/Welcome_.html


As we made our way toward the river, onto the deck area of the house and cottage, the creek itself was still out of sight, nestled in and behind shrubbery of rhododendron and other similar mountain underbrush which grows beneath the canopy of hardwoods and pines.  We met Terry Troy, an extremely hospitable and likable fellow, and talked with him a few minutes before making our way down the short path toward Boone Fork Creek.  I remember as I made that last little turn when the creek came into view, being absolutely stopped in my tracks by what I saw.  Below me in a stretch of creek maybe 30 feet wide were scores of dark silhouettes of fish in the water--really large fish!  Also found amongst those dark silhouettes were ghost-like outlines of a fish I've never seen before--the Golden Trout, which is native to the high country of the Sierra Nevada Mountain Range in California.  We saw probably 12-15 of those beauties on this day, although we never did get one to take our flies.  But we did get plenty of other trout; Rainbow, Brown, and Brook; to latch on and give us an amazing experience. 
Still a few brook trout left in this stretch

The weather cooperated beautifully for our time on the river.  The skies were overcast for most of the morning and about half way through our time there a light drizzle began to fall.  I seriously think this drizzle was the biggest blessing of the morning.  After the rain began, fish began hitting almost faster than we could comfortably bring them in.  There were many times when my husband and I both had fish on and Luke was trying to net fish in two different locations!  What an experience!  I fished flies I'd never used before on this trip.  Many of the tiny flies I usually fish on the South Holston or in the mountain streams in the Smoky Mountains would probably not have been noticed by these huge trout.  I love to fish using dry flies, so Luke kept me primarily with dry flies on my line.  The first fish I caught hit at a mayfly pattern that I had used before, but most of the flies we used on this day were unfamiliar.  One fly that was especially effective was a brown crane fly in probably a size 6 or so.  I caught and landed a couple fish on that fly before the biggest fish I've ever had on any line took the fly.  He was a huge brown, smart and apparently accustomed to getting off the line in this stretch of water.  I hooked this large brown and he immediately took line, running upstream, as brown trout are known to do.  I fought him for a long while and then he took out upstream one last time.  This time, he wrapped under a rock and a rope attached to the aeration system and continued to fight to escape.  At this point in time, Luke took out upstream after him, knowing that he was going to use that rock and rope to get off the line.  As soon as Luke got near him, that fish literally swam around our guide's feet three times, wrapping that line around him like an old pro.  Obviously, that was the end of that!  He broke the line (3X tippet) and took that crane fly with him.  Wow! What a cool thing to see!  Another exciting fly that we used was a wet fly called the New Trick, purchased at Foscoe Fishing Company.  This bright green wet fly caused quite a stir.  We tied this on late, but boy, I wish we'd have tried it earlier.  This New Trick was the only thing the Golden Trout looked at all day.  I don't know if it made them mad or what, but I'm sure, given another thirty minutes to an hour, one of us would have landed a Golden.  But we were at the end of our time on the river and had to leave the Goldens for another day.  
A huge brown trout caught on a copper-colored stonefly pattern

All this fishing excitement was complimented by a nice stay at Chetola Resort in Blowing Rock, NC.  This lovely 87-acre property overlooks the small private lake on which swans and wood ducks make their home and raise their young.  This lake is full of brim and other fish, but those were not our interest for this trip.  The grounds of Chetola Resort are nestled in the Blue Ridge Mountains and are exquisitely maintained, offering a lovely spot for romantic walks around the lake.  Unfortunately, the Bob Timberlake Restaurant had experienced a fire last year and the renovations to this historically preserved structure were not yet complete, so we ventured into Blowing Rock for dinner and drinks, which was not necessarily a bad thing!  Our choice for the evening was The Best Cellar, set amid lush gardens, carefully tended to enhance your dining experience.  The food and the service were outstanding, and we enjoyed halibut that night, dusted with pistachios and accompanied by a blueberry sauce--excellent in all respects!  Blowing Rock is a nice quaint little town, and we walked the streets visiting a few shops along the way, making this a nice addition to an already awesome surprise birthday weekend. 

One thing to note though, you can also stay at the guest cottage at The Refuge.  It's a quiet little cabin right there at the creek, so unless you really want the resort experience, my suggestion would be to rent that beautiful little cabin at The Refuge.  That's what we will do when we return to fish these waters again!