Horseshoe Mountain—made it! November 21, 2013Posted by Jenny in bushwhacking, hiking, Smoky Mountains.
Tags: Horseshoe Branch, Horseshoe Mountain, Horseshoe slide, Lester Prong, Porters Creek, Porters Creek manway
After two attempts, I finally succeeded in my quest to climb Horseshoe Mountain via Horseshoe Branch. The map below shows my route—up the branch, down a draw that leads to a waterfall above the second tributary of Lester Prong. Then down Lester to the Porters Creek manway to return to the maintained trail. (I drew the manway as a straight line on the map, but as you probably know, it crisscrosses the stream).
This hike offers nothing spectacular. It is for people who like the idea of getting up into a remote stream valley that feels secluded and hidden away because of the two arms of the “horseshoe,” the east and west ridge, that reach around it protectively. I suspect some folks would feel it wasn’t worth the trouble. There’s a lot of vegetation to deal with. But for me, it was definitely worth it.
Heavy rains three days earlier were still affecting the streams, making the rockhopping more difficult than when I tried two weeks ago and went up to the east ridge.
Soon after I started up the stream, I passed evidence of a very hardworking pileated woodpecker.
All the little cascades were pretty because of the higher water. This time, I wasn’t able to keep my feet dry. The stream is so hemmed in by rhodo that if you don’t step in the water you’ll spend too much time working around the pools.
On my trip two weeks ago I passed a waterfall a little below 3800′ that I had seen on Tom Dunigan’s great website. The same thing happened both trips—I went into open woods to the right and climbed a little ways up a hillside, then saw the falls off to the side. For what it’s worth, here’s a zoom photo of the falls partly obstructed by brush. It has two drops.
Speaking of Tom Dunigan’s website, I’ve gotten addicted to one of his links, to the CalTopo maps with slope angle shading. Click on any location in the Smokies and go to CalTopo, and you can see more easily than by the contour lines alone exactly where the steepest parts are. The flattest areas are shown as pale yellow (27-29 degrees) and the steepest ones as violet (46-50 degrees). (There’s a blue, 51-59 degrees, but you only see that at the Jumpoff.) Turned out the only violet terrain I encountered on this trip was at the bottom of the draw I followed down to Lester. More about that in a moment.
I passed the side valley I went up on the earlier trip and encountered a Zone of Uncertainty at 4000′. The map shows the main stem of Horseshoe Branch going nearly due south and a side draw with no permanent water angling south-southwest. When I got to the split, I found no water at all in the supposed main stem, a little bit of water in the side draw, and water seeping out of the ground in the middle.
On my earlier trip in lower water conditions, the stream had disappeared for a bit and re-emerged higher up, as some of the streams do around LeConte—Styx Branch being a prime example. Thinking the water might reemerge, I continued straight south, following a shallow depression that had no water and looked like it practically never carried water. It was full of rhodo. There was a flat area to the right that made for slightly easier going, so I did that for a while. The photo below shows what, believe it or not, was the easier place to go.
I include this blurry photo to show you what the dry streambed looked like when it wasn’t completely swallowed in rhodo.
The water did come back very briefly, and I refilled a water bottle there. As I climbed more steeply, I hit a stretch of open woods, but it didn’t last.
At 4800′ I encountered slimy sandstone bluffs and worked my way around them. I didn’t encounter much Anakeesta in this valley.
Can you imagine what it will be like when all those dead hemlocks come down? I fear that bushwhacking in five or ten years will become terribly arduous.
I hit the summit area a little to the west of the high point. There’s room at the very top for just a few people to stand under the laurels. The ground showed signs of hiker traffic. Those would be, I guess, people using the Horseshoe slide and people following Peter Barr’s example and climbing 5000-footers. I’m willing to bet practically all—probably all—of those hikers came from the direction of the Boulevard or from Lester Prong, not up Horseshoe Branch
Now I had to get off the mountain. I looked at the big slide that runs down the east side. The top is colored violet on the slope angle map.
I have to be honest. Even though I went down the slide three years ago with a couple of friends, fear came into my heart. I could climb up it, and I’d planned to do that in September but didn’t get that far. But not down it, not by myself. I just couldn’t get myself to drop down onto that very steep place. I’ve run into this sort of thing before. It’s a matter of psychology and perception.
I decided I would explore the draw that hits Lester Prong above the second tributary (the one you use to climb the Bunion). I don’t recommend this route. It turned out to be okay in the upper section, bad in the middle, and scary at the bottom. I slid down the upper part on my butt. Since rhodo branches have a way of pointing downhill on steep slopes, you’re going with the grain instead of against it, and you just hold onto the branches to control your speed.
In the middle I ran into greenbrier mixed into the rhodo. That was miserable. The briers finally thinned out, but when I got to about 4200′ I suddenly realized I was just above a cliff. Below me and a little to the side I saw a waterfall, very pretty with the recent rain. The rhodo was so dense that I couldn’t see what was solid ground and what was a dropoff. I decided to traverse away from the waterfall. Danger lurked just below. I cautiously made my way across the slope and saw a spot below that looked doable. I lowered myself down carefully, holding onto branches. Now I saw a series of short little drops. I clung to a branch of witch hobble, slid down—now I had come to the end of the witch hobble branch. I let go and dropped. Fortunately I got down to the bottom without injury. It shook me up a bit, and I didn’t think to take a picture of the nice waterfall. I sat and rested and had something to eat before I was ready to go on.
Once I went on down the stream, I saw that if I had gone a little bit further I would have reached a very manageable slope, but the rhodo was so dense I hadn’t seen that. Looking downslope in dense vegetation is tricky. I continued down Lester Prong, passing the second tributary, the small stream that starts at the Horseshoe slide, and the first tributary. Those tributaries on the east side of Lester are the gateways to the steep crags around the Bunion.
I reached the manway and continued on to the backcountry campsite. It was quite an adventure.
Horseshoe Branch and Horseshoe East Ridge November 7, 2013Posted by Jenny in bushwhacking, hiking, Smoky Mountains.
Tags: Horseshoe Branch, Horseshoe Mountain, Porters Creek
I still didn’t make it to the top of Horseshoe Mountain from Porters Creek. But I explored!
At least I made more progress than I did in September, when I couldn’t even find the mouth of Horseshoe Branch, tried to reverse the direction of my trip by going up Lester Prong and up Horseshoe from that direction, and came up short.
The mouth of Horseshoe is not very obvious, especially in low water. A big rhodo branch grows across it. Still, I should have seen it.
On this trip, I decided I would climb Horseshoe Branch as far as its junction with a draw at 3800′ shown as not having a permanent water flow and then climb to the crest of the easterly of the two ridges that curve around the watershed in a horseshoe shape. I’d heard that this ridge was used as a route in the old days. Then I would climb the ridge to the top. It didn’t work out that way.
The lower section of Horseshoe Branch is overhung with rhodo. It would be very tough to keep feet dry in higher water conditions, but in this dry weather, I was able to keep my boots out of the water.
Part of the challenge of keeping feet dry was all the newly fallen leaves floating on shallow water, making it hard to tell what was ground and what was water.
I left the stream and climbed up the side of the ridge. It was very tough, full of bluffs and rhodo and greenbrier.
Up top I encountered a lovely section of myrtle.
In places, deep spongy mounds of myrtle were blended with reindeer moss (not a true moss, a lichen). I had never seen this before. It was wonderful.
But this pleasant scenario did not last. The laurel grew thicker, though I was able to follow a bearway, crawling on hands and knees in places.
Then I ran into a zone of severe wind damage (see photo at bottom)—and the rhodo came back. (It always does.) I persevered for a while, but I was making such slow progress that I wasn’t sure I could make it to Horseshoe Mountain and back down without running out of daylight.
I bailed out to the northeast to hit the Porters Creek valley. I’m not sure I made the right decision. The conditions going down were horrific—solid rhodo mixed with hemlock blowdowns, punctuated by bluffs. But if the wind damage had continued on the ridge, it would have been bad news.
It was a very tough hike.
Rocky Crag via Pyramid side-ridge October 28, 2012Posted by Jenny in bushwhacking, hiking, Smoky Mountains.
Tags: " Rocky Crag, Charlies Bunion, Dry Sluice manway, Porters Creek, Pyramid Point
I took no photos at all yesterday. Partly because it was foggy and drizzly all day and partly because the pocket I usually carry my camera in developed a huge rip in it early on in the trip—I think it happened when I stepped on a slippery rock in Porters Creek and landed butt-first in the water.
I am not successfully maintaining my dignity these days. It seems every time I go on a hike I develop new problems with holes and rips in my clothing, which my dear companions don’t hesitate to point out. Hah! They are not exactly models of immaculate apparel themselves.
This time I was part of a group of six which briefly expanded to seven when the elusive, much-sought-after Greg Hoover graced us with his presence for a short while, having come out from Newfound Gap and descended the top part of the Rocky Crag ridge to join us on The Tooth. He would have done the whole trip except that he was in the throes of a head cold.
Chris Sass and I were out for more punishment after climbing the Bunion last week. We joined a group led by Greg Harrell whose main goal was to introduce a couple of long-time serious off-trail hikers, Ed Fleming and Hiram Rogers, to the adventure of The Crags. Charlie Roth also joined us.
The map below gives you the basic idea. The red line represents yesterday’s route. We started in the Greenbrier, went up the Porters Creek trail, followed the Porters Creek manway to Lester Prong, took the first tributary of Lester (which is near the boundary of the map), and left the Lester tributary to climb a side-ridge up to a rocky prominence called by some Pyramid Point.
The blue line represents the route that Chris and I took last week.
The Pyramid side-ridge is steep with some sections of rock scrambling, but it presents no serious obstacles. We arrived on the top and enjoyed being swaddled in fog, then proceeded up the main ridge to the top of The Tooth, where we met with the beaming countenance of Hoover.
After once again enjoying the fog for a while, we continued to the top of the ridge and dropped down to the A.T. There, Ed, Hiram, and Hoover turned toward Newfound Gap (where they had vehicles waiting) and Harrell, Chris, Charlie, and I descended the Dry Sluice manway and exited via Porters Creek.
Despite the lack of views, it was a fine day, shared with a good group of off-trail eccentrics. But then, people who do this kind of stuff are eccentric by definition.