Thursday morning, September 20, 2012.
I never seem to have trouble waking up early for a Clingman’s Dome sunrise.
Never mind that they rarely turn out to be clear, with a magnificent array of
colors just before the orange glow of the sun peaks about the mountain tops.
No, I have found that a zero chance of rain at the lower elevations means
nothing at the higher elevations, especially in the mornings. I have also found
a soothing, richness in the beauty of a new start at the dome, even when fog is
blowing through so hard it looks like it’s going to wrap around everything in
its path and pull it into a new, strange world. Nothing there is what I
consider normal. And I don’t mean that in a bad way.
I usually manage to get some good
images regardless. A spot among the fog that looks like a fist clenched in
rage, topped with a glimpse of pinks and blues and all those wonderful hues of
morning color. Or travel a few hundred yards and the sky may be clear again. If
only I could be in more than one place at a time during those beautiful moments
of pre-dawn color, and then the orange tint that bathes everything in its path.
On the morning of the 20th
I headed out early for the sunrise, which was around 7:20 am. This meant
leaving the place I stayed at before 6. Skies were clear for most of the trip,
but as often happens fog began intermittently rolling through at the higher
elevations, and as I reached my favorite sunrise spot on the road, I could see
trees in the foreground and not too much else. Still, I captured a few good
frames, with morning colors bleeding through at the top.
Driving on up the Clingman’s Dome
road I passed a coyote walking alongside the road, not paying much attention to
me. I saw three coyotes on my brief but enjoyable three day trip. Further up I
spotted a view to the west with a much clearer spot, with some of the eastern
beauty trying to spill over. You just never know what to expect up there.
I drove on up to the parking area at
the top and tried to let the morning fog pass through, but it remained thick
and embedded. With the temp 47 degrees, I finally started on the trail at 8:30,
heading out to Siler’s Bald, a 4.7 mile trek in each direction. 9.4 mile round
trip. This one is rated strenuous, and with the elevation changes I can see
why.
I did not walk to the Clingman’s Dome top. I
took the trail that goes toward the Andrews Bald trail (another hike I have
done this year,) and at the intersection I walked 0.6 miles to the AT. This
short piece is very rocky, and in places the stream seems to use the trail as a
creek bed. It’s quite pretty to see actually and fun to walk through. One spot requires a bit of rock
climbing, but overall, with the short distance, it is passable.
Turn left at the AT. If you go right
at this point you will reach Clingman’s Dome in 0.3 miles. Take a left and
start toward the Double Spring Gap Shelter. One thing you’ll notice at this point
is you start walking downhill pretty quickly, and in some parts it’s quite
steep. This should be ominous, considering you are not far into the trail. You
will be climbing this prolonged incline on the way back, after walking 8+
miles. It’s tiring.
A hiker passed me on this section, on
his way to a twenty mile day. His destination for the day was Spence Field. He
talked about walking the entire AT one time, and how he was an accountant
through April and then had time to do hikes. He was full throttle. He mentioned
two older gentlemen he had passed and asked if I was with them. A while later
they caught up with me and I did indeed stay with them, at least as long as I
could keep up. They were neighbors and hiked often. I found one of them is
eighty years old, and I could not keep pace after a while. I can blame it on my
right knee that began tightening up on downhill portions of a host of other
excuses, but they were better prepared. Can’t beat exercise and preparation. I
want to be in that kind of physical condition at eighty, but time will reveal
how badly I want it.
The shelter on the right is a good
stopping point. On the day we stopped no one was there on the way in except the
twenty miler. We saw him for the last time at this point. He told us a story of
two hikers killed there years ago when chicken wire was installed in front of
the sleeping bunks, and a lightning strike electrocuted the two. The shelter
was redesigned afterwards. Water is available here from a natural spring. I saw
a few butterflies floating around, not staying in one place long enough to take
pics, but they still added to the beauty of the trail.
The shelter is more than half way to
Silers Bald, so the remainder of the hike to the bald wasn’t too painful. The
scenery began to take on a new life as the fog lifter. From a point after the
shelter until I returned to the Clingman’s Dome parking area the lighting was
beautiful. The haze that is so typical during the midday hours wasn’t as bad s
normal. The colors popped, including the blue sky. I figure the heavy rains two
days earlier may have helped clean the air.
The last portion of trail to Siler’s
is very steep, so be prepared, but you’re almost there.
Siler’s Bald is marked by a small
monument, which I have pictured. The two hikers and I walked a short ways
further down the AT, thinking we had not reached the bald itself, but we
determined the stories about the bald being grown up were true. Unlike
neighboring Andrews Bald, which had much open space and beautiful vista, the
one open area at Silers didn’t offer much of a photo op. I did venture down a
narrow, more overgrown trail that led to an endpoint that may have been the
bald. The scenery was beautiful after reaching a large rock, which is pictured.
Initials are carved in the stone, and the date looks to be the 1930’s. I wonder
if the date is genuine. Someone took some time to chisel it in.
On my return trip the initial
downhill portion put pressure on my right knee, and I started limping and
favoring the knee. My pace slowed considerably. I had no pain on the straights
or uphill sections, but downhill caused me problems. After reaching the Double Spring Gap shelter later than my buddies and talking to two hikers down from New
Jersey, I stayed with my two hiking partners for a half mile or so and finally
I told them to go on. My knee had me walking very carefully, and I saw no reason
to slow them down. I didn’t see them again.
Lots of hyper yellow butterflies on
the ridgelines, with a few monarchs and other species fluttering along, making
my walk more enjoyable. They seemed to be on stage, putting on a show for all
that ventured their way. One almost landed on my camera lens. A hawk flew
directly overhead, screaming his arrival. In the distance I saw a large bird
that appeared light colors, flying into a covering of trees against a steep
backdrop of a mountain.
One thing to remember about hiking
from Clingman’s Dome; with it being the highest point, all the trails have to
go down. That means, as you approach the end of your hike coming back and you’re
already tired you have a steep uphill section. This is true when returning from
Siler’s Bald or Andrews Bald, both of which are accessed from here. The last
section between the shelter and the trail to the dome’s tower is brutal, in my
opinion. Breathtaking scenery and well worth it, but very tiring if you aren’t
accustomed to the terrain and the elevation.
I was resting on a section of rock
during my hike up this section, nearing the end of my day, and I stopped and
pulled out my small notebook and pen. I wrote (and rested) for about twenty
minutes, and the thought came to me that I had an incredible panoramic view to
my right of the rolling peaks, a much closer hill in front of me that stood out
clear against the early afternoon sun, and more vistas over my shoulder, to my
left. The trail was beautiful at this point with a few colors peeking through,
and everything blending together into the most beautiful scenery imaginable. Blue skies with wisps of white, billowy
clouds, scenery on both sides, and rolling hills that seemed to go on forever. However,
when I first sat down all I could think about was sitting in my car, getting
ready to head back. I was so tired in body. A byproduct of my lack of
preparation? A chocolate covered, crème filled donut from Krispy Kreme sounded good
for some reason. I recovered before long, and I enjoyed the beauty before
resuming my hike.
The closely situated, formidable
mountain still loomed in front of me, and I was glad I didn’t have to scale
this one. Now there’s a thought, sometimes the overwhelming mountain can be
sidestepped. Not every time; some things must be tackled head on. We need some
trials to help us reach the point where we can take on challenges and reach our
potential. And enjoy a fulfilling life.
Approaching the final stage of the
hike I saw and photographed the Clingman’s Dome parking area. A different
perspective, as the parking lot is as far in that direction that most people
venture.
As I reached the junction and turned
right to exit the AT and take the 0.7 mile walk toward the parking area a young
couple, from Florida, walked up and we talked a while. They had crossed paths
with the two gentlemen that I tried to keep up with, and when they met one of
the gentlemen was out in front. They asked if he was alone, and he told them no
I have a 15 year old lagging behind. Turned out to be his 80 year old friend,
the one I couldn’t keep up with. Now that’s something to think about.
As I was getting in my car the
parking lot was packed with visitors. I noticed a few had arms crossed, trying
to stay warm in the 60 degree air. Perspective I suppose. They hadn’t been
where I had been.
A beautiful trail, one full of mental
imagery that you won’t get by looking off the roadside from pulloffs. You feel
the scenery when you get out on these trails. The sights and smells are
invigorating. And it will go home with you. Nature has a healing salve, it
renews.
Sunrise, looking west
Morning fog
Double Spring Gap Shelter
Silers Bald marker
1930 something chiseled into the rock
Beautiful section of the trail, near Silers Bald
Lake Fontana in the distance
Almost back. Go left here to reach the C Dome tower
Clingman's Dome parking lot, from the AT
Trail doubles as a creek bed
Sunrise, looking west
Morning fog
Double Spring Gap Shelter
Silers Bald marker
1930 something chiseled into the rock
Beautiful section of the trail, near Silers Bald
Lake Fontana in the distance
Almost back. Go left here to reach the C Dome tower
Clingman's Dome parking lot, from the AT
Trail doubles as a creek bed