It’s Been a Long, Long Time…

Wow, it’s been nearly three months since I wrote our last blog post – too danged long. We’ve traveled quite a distance and seen quite a lot in that time, so I’m going to try to give a fairly concise summary in the interests of not having this post run to pages instead of paragraphs.

After leaving the Finger Lakes, we traveled into Ohio, staying one night at Evergreen Lake Campground in Conneaut, and then down to Cincinnati and a two week stay at Winton Woods campground for the purpose of visiting family and friends. We also went to the Cincinnati Zoo, an attraction that we haven’t been to in almost 20 years. It seemed a lot different than it did back then, and not always in a good way, but that’s the nature of life – things aren’t usually as good as you remember them being when you were younger.

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A baby giraffe – isn’t it cute?

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One of the African Painted Dogs (Lycaon pictus) at the Cincinnati Zoo.

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Up close and personal with a polar bear (Ursus maritimus).

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Does this Sumatran orangutan (Pongo abelii) remind anyone else of “speak no evil”?

From Cincinnati, we traveled down to Raccoon Valley, an Escapees park a dozen or so miles outside of Knoxville, TN. We got to see and babysit our grandson for the first time while we were there, and then we moved the RV over to Hiawassee, GA to be closer to our where our daughter and grandson were living, trying to make it easier on all of us to enjoy what little time we were going to have in that area before we headed out West. While in Hiawassee, we made a little day trip down to Helen, Georgia for their Oktoberfest celebration, but honestly weren’t that impressed. Brasstown Bald, the highest point In Georgia, was honestly more interesting to us and definitely less like a tourist trap.

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A patriotic scene from the top of Brasstown Bald in Georgia.

After Hiawassee, we cut across the north edge of Alabama and Mississippi to stay at Pickwick Landing State Park, just north of the Mississippi state border in Counce, Tennessee. This nice little state park is a hidden gem and is located just down the street from Shiloh National Military Park, site of the battle of Shiloh during the Civil War. It’s also adjacent to one of the best catfishing lakes in the USA. Unfortunately, we heard that the catfish hadn’t been biting very well and so chose not to do any fishing while we were there. But we made up for the lack at our next destination…

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A cotton field along the side of the highway in Mississippi.

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A row of cannons in Shiloh National Military Park.

Our next stop was in Cotter, Arkansas – a small town in the northwestern part of that state. Now, anyone who knows freshwater fishing knows that this area of the country is prime trout fishing territory. Our two-week stay at Denton Ferry RV Park on the banks of the White River proved this to be the undeniable truth. We paid for our nonresident licenses, bought two pairs of waders, and then headed out into the cold, clear water. The first day was a bit slow as we tested various baits to see what would work best, but we still caught a few rainbow trout that were worth keeping. Over the next few days, we typically spent about two hours or so of each morning down in the river, catching and either keeping or releasing numerous rainbow trout. We quickly reached our possession limits (and the limit of what our fifth wheel’s freezer could hold!) and didn’t even use the entire week that our fishing licenses were valid.

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The view of the trout-filled White River from our campsite at Denton Ferry RV Park.

After that, we made our way down to the town of Jessieville, Arkansas, and a stay at Ron Coleman Quartz Mine and RV park. On the day that we went out to the mine to dig, we managed to unearth a nice bucketful of quartz pieces, chunks, and points. Yes, we got absolutely filthy with red clay soil and received quite a few nicks and cuts on our hands, but it was a fun experience overall. Plus we’ll have some unique Christmas presents for people. We’ve also jaunted down into the town of Hot Springs to do a bit of shopping and to see the historic bathhouses along Bathhouse Row. Later this week we plan to visit the Buckstaff Bathhouse to get a taste of the medicinal bathing experience of a bygone era. The Buckstaff has been in continuous operation since 1912 and has been visited by numerous movie stars, ballplayers, and even gangsters over the years. We’re looking forward to it!

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Some of the quartz we dug up at Ron Coleman Quartz Mine.

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A closer view of a few of the points (and a little cluster) we found at Ron Coleman Quartz Mine. Note the red clay still clinging to some of the pieces.

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The stained glass skylight in the men’s bathhall of the Fordyce Bathhouse (now the National Park Visitor Center) in Hot Springs, Arkansas.

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The opulence of the Fordyce Bathhouse is quite stunning.

After we leave the Hot Springs area, we’ll be headed to Vicksburg, Mississippi and Summerdale, Alabama so we can make a couple of short day trips over to Florida to get some things done in our state of residency. Then it’s off to Texas for the winter.

Until next blog post…

Sunshine, Finally!

Hurricane Joaquin has left the building, or at least gone far enough out into the Atlantic to help stop the rain from falling here in the Smokies. So yesterday finally became a nice enough day to start serious sightseeing. After an hour or so of browsing through the shops along US-441 in “downtown” Cherokee, we headed up into Great Smoky Mountain National Park. We’d already been through the Oconaluftee Visitor Center and Mountain Farm Museum on one of the simply drizzly days earlier this week, so we continued a little farther up Newfound Gap Road to Mingus Mill, a restored water-powered grain mill originally built in 1886. The mill itself wasn’t running, but the creek flowing alongside the mill was fairly photogenic.

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Mingus Creek

After visiting the mill for about 45 minutes, we hopped back in the truck and continued up Newfound Gap Road toward Gatlinburg. Suddenly, just a few miles up the road, traffic had come to a complete halt in both directions. Normally this means a critter sighting, but not this time. As we were pulling out of the Mingus Mill parking area, a small gust of wind had occurred. We didn’t think anything of it, but obviously when coupled with all the rainfall from Hurricane Joaquin, it was enough to cause a tree come crashing down across the road.

Park rangers evaluating a tree that has fallen across Newfound Gap Road.

Park rangers evaluating a tree that has fallen across Newfound Gap Road.

A few cars had been able to drive beneath the right side of the fallen tree and continue on, but as we came upon the scene, park rangers also pulled up and stopped that from happening, concerned that the tree could fall the rest of the way. We had to wait for about 40 minutes while the rangers called in a crew with chainsaws to remove the tree from the road.

A park ranger cutting a fallen tree into more manageable sections to clear the road.

A park ranger cutting a fallen tree into more manageable sections to clear the road.

Once the tree had been cut back to a few feet from the right side of the road and all the sawdust cleaned up, traffic was allowed to proceed and off we went.

Since we had already driven Newfound Gap Road up to the turnoff for Clingman’s Dome, and it was still a bit too cloudy up on the mountainsides to justify stopping, we kept going all the way to Gatlinburg. Lewis hadn’t visited Gatlinburg since he was a little kid and I had never been there, so we wanted to see what all the fuss was about and also check if we wanted to take the RV over to that side of the Smokies for a couple weeks after leaving Flaming Arrow.

As we came out of Great Smoky Mountain National Park and into Gatlinburg, both of our jaws dropped to the floorboard of the truck. What the heck was this?! The traffic was outrageous and the hordes of pedestrians cruising the tourist-trap businesses on either side of the road seemed intent on stepping out into the street right in front of us. I suddenly understood why all the advertising for the campgrounds on the North Carolina side said “The Quiet Side of the Smokies”. This wasn’t just a tourist trap: this was a tourist trap city! It was as if Main Street USA at Walt Disney World was suddenly open for driving. Lewis and I took one look at each other and shook our heads. No way we were coming over here with the fifth wheel! We found a gas station up the road a little bit, put some fuel in the truck, then hightailed it out of there and back toward Cherokee. The weather seemed to be pleased with our decision and the sun brightened our return journey enough to justify stopping at a couple of the pull-offs for pictures.

Fall color starting to brighten up the Smokies.

Fall color starting to brighten up the Smokies.

Another view from along Newfound Gap Road.

Another view from along Newfound Gap Road.

One of the many streams rushing through Great Smoky Mountain National Park.

One of the many streams rushing through Great Smoky Mountain National Park.