Just as you are about to turn onto Old Cades Cove Road these signs are right in front of you. It occurred to me that the two signs should be swapped.
Not like this, but you know what I mean. Tuccaleechee Caverns actually goes under the Davy Crockett Riding Stables. For instance,
This room, which is larger than a football field, is 300 feet below
this place. Our guide told us that all water, not just rain water, filters through the ground and into the cave. He told us that the water in the cave was 99% pure (right) and encouraged us to try it.
Some of us have a short memory.
There is a book called Hiking Trails of the Smokey’s that is very informative if you are going to do much walking around up there. Not only does it provide good trail information, it tells interesting things about things you might encounter along the way. For instance,
about 100 yards to the right of this trail sign
is this maintained cemetery. In its back corner you will find the grave of Vannie Cook who died a few months shy of her eleventh birthday.
A forest fire got started as a result of a short-lived feud. Vannie’s father and some other men set out to suppress the fire and used the children as fire spotters to watch the slow-moving flames. Vannie and her sister were stationed in a spot that seemed safe, but the fire suddenly came to life and surrounded the two girls. A limb, that dropped from a tree engulfed in flames, crashed down on the two girls. Vannie was seriously injured. Broken and burned, she was taken to a nearby cabin. As she was laid on the bed a dove flew by and landed on the window sill. For two days the dove stayed close, and on the third day, when Vannie breathed her last, it flew away. Those who had taken care of Vannie were convinced that the dove had been an angel sent to take her to heaven.
Wednesday, after eating breakfast at the Riverstone Family Restaurant,
Joel and I went to Little River Outfitters to buy flies for our day of fly fishing. Of course we didn’t check our gear before we put on our fishing costumes.
After getting all dressed up, we realized that the line on our reels was not up to par…so off with the costumes and back to Little River Outfitters. Thank goodness we had not ventured far from Townsend.
Not only did the nice lady at the counter fix our line problem, she also tied our flies on. Joel asked, “Aren’t you supposed to spit on that line when you tie it?” The lady said, “You sure are, but I was being courteous since it’s not my line. If you can’t spit, you can’t fish.”
We didn’t catch anything…
but it was sure a good excuse to play in the water.
“Thousands of tired, nerve-shaken, over civilized people are beginning to find out that going to the mountains is going home; that wilderness is a necessity.”
Once again it is the season of necessity for us, and we are back at the cabin in the Smokey Mountains. This time, Adam and Laura came with us.
Cades Cove and Roaring Fork, two of our favorite drives, are closed to have the roads redone, but that’s alright. We brought our fly fishing gear…thank goodness… because it’s a little warmer than we expected it to be. We’re not much for hiking in the heat.
After unloading our stuff, we drove into the park and visited the cascades. Like I said, it’s warmer than we expected so
we cooled off by dangling our hands in the water.
That is, all of us except Joel.
He opted for bottled water.