Wednesday, May 20, 2009

Savage Gulf redux


We were so enamored with our march visit to the Stone Door at Savage Gulf we made a return trip this weekend. This time, we took the trail through the door, then down to and through the gulf, and back up along the same rim trail we followed on previous visit. Trees all full now, couldn’t see nearly as much down in the gulf from any of the cliffs.

Total hike came in around 10 miles, including a spur to Ranger Falls in the bottom. Well worth it. The gulf trail is a little challenging, both at descent, then at the end in the long ascent out to Alum Campsite. Worst of it the long climb out at the end. Day we went weather cool, but on a hot summer’s day there’s ample opportunity to swim along the trail.

After winding thought he woods trail lads to a boulder-strewn wash. At very bottom there’s a spur trail to Ranger Falls, well worth the .4 mile trek. Saw many signs of high water during recent heavy rains, so this could be dangerous on days prone to late afternoon thunderstorms that live up to gully-washer label. The falls is wide and disappears off to the right. Very nice.


From there the trail resumes. Next point of interest identified on map as “sink.” On the left, a small waterfall, likely a trickle in drier months. From the right the stream rolls over several cascades, before disappearing. Good setting to cool off.

From the sink, the trails parallels the stream for a good ways. Scenic with sound as water tumbles over boulders then gathers in many small pools. Finally the trail breaks to the right and begins the long climb out, toughest part of the hike.

At the top, Alum, caught the rim trail back to Stone Door, then the ranger station. Pretty much a level hike,with several scenic bluffs. In a couple of places the trail winds along the edge of the cliff, with a straight drop, so caution is advised.

Nice hike for any season, and we had the place pretty much to ourselves the entire run. Should be spectacular in the fall.

Friday, May 8, 2009

Our Tennessee


When I woke up 33 years ago yesterday, Tennessee was not on my horizon.

My father-in-law to be drove all night from his Nashville home to NYC for our wedding that Friday afternoon. And at one point after the ceremony and during the celebration he pulled my wife and I aside and suggested we consider moving Tennessee.

“Beautiful country, a fresh start,” advised the Brooklyn native. We already knew we wanted out of the city, and had started browsing Strout Realty catalogs in search for a few acres of our own.

The following spring, after he bought a 12 acre “farm” as a retirement site, he contacted us about Tennessee again. This time the pitch included mention of an old farmhouse on his place, he had no intention of using, but we could buy it if we like. It “might” be an old log cabin he advised, and much in need of restoration.

We left NYC behind the summer of ’77. Tennessee’s been home ever since. We’ve raised six kids in the cabin we restored and added onto, and set our roots deep on our patch of a few hillside acres.

We’ve been married 33 years, and Tennessee is where we’ve made our life together.

A wedding day is always an occasion for making memories. Little did we know where a casual suggestion would lead, and all it would entail for our future.