My trip to Grandfather Mountain
by Rob Tiller
Our mountains in western North Carolina aren’t especially imposing, compared to the Rockies or the Alps, but there’s something moving about them. They roll out to the horizon in waves, covered with thick forests, and topped in places with jagged cliffs and wildflowers, They’re full of life and, for me, memories of long ago summer camps and family vacations.
This weekend I went to Grandfather Mountain for its annual photography weekend, a gathering of perhaps 100 photographers with several lectures on techniques and time to hike about and take pictures.
I’d always thought of Grandfather Mountain as kind of a tourist trap. Though relatively large for the neighborhood at 5,945 feet, it isn’t much more beautiful than its surrounding mountains that don’t have names and charge admission I always had imagined it as overrun with tourists, and so had never visited it before this weekend.
It was a big mistake to disrespect Grandfather Mountain, and I promise to never do so again. I had more fun than I expected, but also had a somewhat harrowing episode due mostly to my hubris and lack of preparation.
I started my visit at the mile-high Swinging Bridge, a suspension footbridge that you must see if you’re there, just as if you go to Paris you must see the Eiffel Tower, It was windy, and the bridge was squeaky, but not terrifying. On the other side there were rocks to climb on and pretty vistas. The red rhododendrun were in bloom, along with other wildflowers.
After doing the Swinging Bridge, I noted that that was a trailhead close by for Grandfather Trail, which was described on the sign as “advanced.” This was catnip to me, and off I strode. In retrospect, I should have planned better for equipment (including warmer clothing and a map) and provisions (like water and food). Once I got a good look at McCrae Peak, I wanted to climb it, and after pressing on for another hour, I mounted the various ladders and guide ropes up the rocks and saw a beautiful vista.
But I got lost on the way back. The hiking was rugged, over rocks and boulders, requiring careful placement of each foot for each irregular step, and lots of hoisting up and lowering down. There were almost no other people around. I never had a fall, but I got some bruises on my legs, and a little bloody when I banged my hand on a rock, and a blister on my big toe.
I got cold and thirsty and hungry. Happily, I did not get leg tired — my early morning gym workouts, with all those squats, lunges, and step ups, paid off. But I started to get a bit anxious by 5:00, and worried about whether I would have to break the rule about getting to your car 6:00. I even started thinking about spending the night with the bears Obviously, I survived, but it took almost 6 hours of hard hiking.
The photography lectures were at a good level for me, and I learned a lot. I decided to enter one of my shots in the competition. It turned out that there were many highly skilled photographers competing, but after looking at some of the work, I thought I was competitive in the wildflower category.
As the winners were announced, I thought my blackberry flower (the first one above) was stronger than the honorable mention. It also seemed stronger than than the third place finisher, and the second place. So for a second I thought I was going to win it all! But no, I didn’t, though I still liked mine quite well.