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Huge slide on Balsam Corner Creek May 24, 2015

Posted by Jenny in bushwhacking, hiking, Life experience, nature, Smoky Mountains.
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Tilted image of the upper landslide. Courtesy of Don Casada.

Tilted image of the upper landslide. Courtesy of Don Casada.

Added 5/27/15: I was in the Balsam Mountain area to hike with a friend and took the opportunity on my way back home to explore up the fisherman’s path along Straight Fork that I discovered at the end of the outing described here. I shouldn’t really say “discovered” as if I’d found something new, as fishermen and other folks familiar with the area have always known about it. It is a very clear path, easy to follow. I went as far as the junction with Table Rock Branch and saw that it kept going. So that would definitely make the route up Straight Fork more manageable.

I will only be in the Smokies one more week. I decided that I must try to go take a look at something I have been curious about. And this, I knew, would be an adventure.

I did not succeed in setting foot on the gashed-out area depicted above. But I got pretty close, and I still had an adventure. I hope that the following information about my experience will help others who are interested in exploring the area.

In the last week of July, 2011, a massive flash flood occurred in the drainage of Straight Fork, a stream that flows from the heights of the Balsam Mountains down into the Cherokee Reservation. It nearly destroyed the tribal fish hatchery, which is a major part of the economy on the reservation. Whenever you order trout at a local restaurant, or catch an oversized trout on lower Raven Fork or the Oconaluftee within the reservation, chances are it originated at the hatchery.

The flood created an enormous landslide in its upper section. After looking at images of the slide on Balsam Corner Creek, a tributary of Straight Fork, I thought this might very well be the largest landslide that has occurred in recent memory in these mountains. Larger by far than any of the dramatic Anakeesta Ridge slides, larger than the Trout Branch slides, larger than the ones we know in the Lester Prong/Porters Creek drainage or the Bradley Fork drainage.

Why do bushwhackers love landslides? Because they often provide steep and spectacular routes through the dense vegetation of the Smokies.

Overview of the area.

Overview of the area.

The map above gives a general idea of the lay of the land. From the Big Cove Road in the reservation, you go right at that important junction of Raven Fork and Straight Fork. That puts you on Straight Fork Road. You go past the fish hatchery and cross from the reservation to the national park, following beside the stream. Where the yellow line starts in the map above is where Straight Fork passes underneath the so-called “Million Dollar Bridge” that was constructed to replace a ford of the stream.

My friend Don Casada generously sent me several images of the Balsam Corner/ Straight Fork area. An oddity of the Balsam Corner Creek valley became clear: an old railroad grade from the pre-Park logging days reached its terminus very close to the head of the landslide area. You see the railroad grade in pink in the map above, ending a short distance east of the “X” that marks the dramatic scoured-out area shown in the top image.

In the past couple of weeks, as I have been preparing for my move to Northern Vermont, I have been fixated on getting in one last expedition—despite the bum knee, despite the fact that I’ve allowed myself to get somewhat out of shape. I hope this doesn’t sound too personal: I absolutely believe it is the right thing to do to move to New England, mainly because I can be of assistance to my sister. At the same time, I have struggled with my loss of the Smokies. I have been dealing with depression, and have not kept up my regular exercise routine as well as I could. Not that I’ve turned into a total couch potato, but I find myself weighing five pounds more than I should, and I seem to be hiking more slowly on the exercise hikes that I still manage to do.

I decided I would do this trip by myself. Some of my very best adventures have been solo ones. There is a lovely, core element of self-reliance in these experiences. Also, much as companionship can be enjoyable, there is an equally valuable experience of being completely absorbed in the surroundings without any socializing going on.

The self-reliance means: you make decisions on your own. That gives the decisions a kind of iron-edged quality—to use a somewhat peculiar metaphor.

So: I figured I’d either go up the streams themselves, or I would use the Beech Gap trail to reach the start of the railroad grade, then follow that to the top of the slide. Either way, I’d climb from the head of the slide up to the Balsam Mountain trail and follow that and Beech Gap back down to my car.

I liked the idea of following Straight Fork and then turning onto Balsam Corner Creek, seeing ever-increasing signs of the flood, like the giant logjams. But that would be pretty difficult. Over the past couple of weeks I watched the weather and waited for a long dry spell that would make that easier.

So today was predicted to be the final day of the recent dry spell. I got up and drove to the Million Dollar Bridge. There I would make my decision, depending on what Straight Fork looked like. Well, I drove there, and it looked impossible even in low water conditions. Straight Fork is a large stream. Perhaps it would be easier in fisherman’s felt-soled boots. There is no way of rockhopping it at that point (certainly possible higher up). It would be a wade. I saw a fast-moving stream plunging over stairsteps of boulders. No way I could go up that for a mile and a half or two miles, then go another couple of miles up Balsam Corner!

My opinion might conceivably have changed if at that point I’d been aware of a fisherman’s trail that went along the right side of the stream—something I observed when I came back down the Beech Gap trail at the end of my outing. (But I hear it doesn’t continue very long.) I also noticed, then, that Straight Fork in low water has considerably wide shoulders of dry rocks.

But it didn’t look that way from the bridge early in the morning. I studied the black-looking pools (their darkness accentuated by a sky overcast at that point in the morning), and I made the decision pretty quickly to do the railroad grade route.

So I headed up the Beech Gap trail. I was soon rewarded by abundant laurel in bloom.

Beautiful laurel.

Beautiful laurel.

I like the buds as much as the blossoms. Everything is in multiples of five—I like to think of plants as having a mathematical identity.

Laurel buds are unique in the way they develop in these sharp-pointed shapes.

Laurel buds are unique in the way they develop in these sharp-pointed shapes.

I even saw a pink ladyslipper.

Always a delight.

Always a delight.

After 2.5 miles and 2000′ elevation gain, I reached the junction with the Balsam Mountain trail. There I easily made out where the railroad grade started. The interesting thing is that the grade continues from the same point over into the next valley, but that is harder to see.

You see where the RR grade starts beyond the sign, right? (Ha, ha!)

You see where the RR grade starts beyond the sign, right? (Ha, ha!)

All along, of course, I had wondered what the conditions would be on the RR grade. Would it be blockaded by constant blowdowns? Would it be full of rhodo? This was actually kind of interesting because not only was I doing this by myself, but I don’t know anyone who has done it (though I am sure some folks have).

At first it was lovely, open and grassy.

Ah, if only it would stay like this!

Ah, if only it would stay like this!

I passed below a large sandstone bluff. There must have been a trestle below it to get the logging trains across a steep, bouldery slope.

Bluff above, boulderfield below---there must have been a trestle.

Bluff above, boulderfield below—there must have been a trestle.

I started to notice game paths along the wide grade. The interesting thing was that these were not bear paths. I have followed bear paths many times. These paths were made by larger, heavier creatures who broke off branches higher than the height of a bear. I am certain this grade is used by elk. I have seen elk prints on the other part of the Beech Gap trail (that goes to Hyatt Ridge), and I know there is a migration between the Cataloochee area and the Oconoluftee area.

The elk were very helpful for me, because when I started running into rhododendron patches, they made a path on the outside edge of the grade, sometimes going slightly downslope (which was always steep) and then returning to the grade.

I could tell, on these downslope detours, that I was not dealing with bear tracks. The elk, with their relatively heavy weight, stepped down and made strong imprints in the slope which were then followed and reinforced by other elk. Bears do not make those kinds of imprints. With their soft paws, they go up and down slopes, and leave a mark of their passage, but they don’t make this indented stairstep pattern.

Well, could I have been following footsteps of other humans? While, as I said, I imagine a few other folks have been here (I did see a pruning cut in one place), there was something about the breakage of branches and the heavy hoof marks that convinced me this is an elk passageway.

After a while I came to the first of several tributary landslides that I saw. This one started immediately below the RR grade. The photo makes it look nearly flat, but in reality it was quite steep.

It drops off below.

It drops off below.

Now, this was really interesting to me. This meant that the whole Balsam Corner Creek valley was subjected to incredibly heavy rainfall, creating these tributary landslides that ran into the main stream valley below. And yet, within that general event—pretty severe as it was—there was a micro-event that was even more devastating.

At this point along the RR grade I was running into rhodo patches at regular intervals, but it always seemed as though there was a way not too horrible to pass through or around, thanks partly to my friends the elk. I also saw remains of the logging activity.

In many places I saw cables coiling across the RR grade.

In many places I saw cables coiling across the RR grade.

I found another artifact.

I have no idea what this is.

I have no idea what this is.

I came to another tributary slide. This one was much larger, and it started way above the grade, came down and obliterated it, and continued down to the stream valley.

In this photo, I am looking directly across to where the grade was erased by the slide. I was able to pick it up on the other side.

In this photo, I am looking directly across to where the grade was erased by the slide. I was able to pick it up on the other side.

This is looking up the slide from where it covered the grade.

This is looking up the slide from where it covered the grade.

Something important here that I want to share with folks who might want to explore this valley. Note the absence of visible bedrock in this slide. It is a mix of loose dirt and rubble. People who are looking for something like the Trout Branch slide or some of the Anakeesta slides may be in for an unpleasant surprise. This stuff could easily be the “two steps forward, one step back” kind of situation. I don’t know. I didn’t climb up it. I was still trying to follow the grade.

Well, finally I met my nemesis—a giant rhodo hell. When I got to the front of it, I faithfully followed the elk hoofprints down the slope to get around this mess. This time they went down a lot further than before. I crossed a small draw and knew I had to climb up again to return to the grade. I climbed up—did not see a grade—kept going, going, looking. I never found it. This was a miserable tangle of rhodo.

Was it possible that I had reached the end of the grade? I’m pretty sure not. I believe based on my compass direction, and also based on where I eventually climbed out, that I was a little bit short of Laurel Gap Branch.

So—why not drop down to the stream itself, to Balsam Corner Creek, and then follow that up? Because everything below me was a rhodo jungle, and I was now at a point pretty far east of the main stream. That meant it could have taken an hour of crawling to get down to the stream. If I had been able to stay with the grade, it would have trended back west and gotten close to that upper scar. But I could not find the grade.

Finally I decided to go up and hit the Balsam Mountain trail. Then, I thought, I might walk up the trail to the closest point above the giant “X”, drop down to it, and then just climb back up.

I started making my way up toward the trail. It took me half an hour to go 200 vertical feet.

Rhodo hell.

Rhodo hell.

If I’d known how bad it was going to be, I would have done whatever it took to return to the big slide pictured above and go up that. But you know how these things go—after a while you’re committed.

With a great amount of relief I finally entered a relatively open spruce forest, though with snarly arms of rhodo still reaching through in many places. I always love the moss in these kinds of places.

We are in the Enchanted Forest.

The moss just seems to be lusher up here. (This is about 5500′.)

In the Enchanted Forest.

In the Enchanted Forest.

It turned out I was crossing the northeastern slope of Balsam High Top. Fortunately, from studying my compass and the map, I realized that’s what was happening. I had gone in a more southerly direction that I’d planned, but that was because I was following the path of least resistance through the rhodo.

So I wasn’t unduly alarmed when I reached the crest of the ridge and found no trail. As it turned out, I hit the ridge at just about its furthest point from the trail. I must admit that as I crossed over the ridge and started descending, I was really hoping I would find the trail soon. And before long I did.

I sat down beside the trail and had some food and water. Soon a young couple came along, asking if they were headed toward the Balsam Mountain Road (they were). I think proper bushwhacker etiquette demands that you never tell trail hikers what you have just done (a form of boasting, I think). But in reality it doesn’t matter because they never understand anyway. I happened to have my map out, and I pointed to the RR grade and said I’d gotten into a rhodo thicket and had just come out on the trail.

They nodded politely and went on.

Now—was I really going to continue north on the Balsam Mountain trail to the closest point to the giant “X”?

All of a sudden I started wondering if the whole slope above the “X” was another rhodo hell. I’d have to go down it, and then back up. It didn’t take me long to decide to wimp out and go back to my car.

I saw some nice bluets along the trail.

Cheerful little blue flowers.

Cheerful little blue flowers.

After a while I got back to the Balsam Mountain/ Beech Gap junction, turned down there, and eventually returned to the trailhead. This time I noticed there was a trail that led next to Straight Fork.

Beautiful laurel next to beautiful stream.

Beautiful laurel next to beautiful stream.

This section of Straight Fork, not very far above the bridge, did look easier to deal with. But still, I think it would take a strong, athletic person to go up the stream to Balsam Corner Creek and then all the way up that. I must say that I do not think I am strong enough to do that right now, though I hope to regain my psychological equilibrium and be able to do things like that again.

After all, I have to climb the Ravine of Raymond Cataract and the abandoned Adams Slide trail in the northern Presidential Range of New Hampshire.

Straight Fork.

Straight Fork.




1. Kent Hackendy - May 25, 2015

Yeah, I guess I was boasting a bit too much to hikers I talked to around the LeConte Lodge after my first off-trail hike last month. I’ll have to remember not to be so “boastful.” ; )

Funny, I’ve been a little bit of a couch potato myself the past month since I returned from the Smokies with nothing to motivate me. My next major hiking trip won’t be until September, so I have all summer to pile on more fitness.

I hope your move to New England goes as smoothly as possible, Jenny. These final days will be very emotional I’m sure. But remember, the Smokies will always be a part of you.

Jenny - May 25, 2015

Well, I was kind of joking about being “boastful.” I don’t really think there’s any etiquette involved, it’s just that I feel I’d like to be contented with my own knowledge of what I’ve done and not “validate” it by trying to impress other people. Of course, “Endless Streams and Forests” could be seen as a perpetual boasting about what I’ve done! Thanks for your good wishes.

Kent Hackendy - May 25, 2015

I’ve never felt like you were the type to be boastful, really. You’re just passionate about your adventures and want to share them with other like-minded people. I don’t see myself that way, either; rather I’m just enthusiastic about a new experience. You’re right, though, very few people I talked to that day had any real understanding of climbing a mountain via a stream bed.

2. gary howell - May 26, 2015

Quite a hike, thanks for sharing it.

3. Al - May 28, 2015

Well, as a farewell hike this is a grand undertaking. Mother Nature had her way with this slide. Great shots as usual. I went up Straight Fork once but not far. Turned around at Thumper Branch. Bill Hart has been much further. He went to Rose’s Branch once and climbed out to Hyatt Ridge at Rose’s Gap. I do not think a real trail exists any longer along Straight Fork.

We will miss you.

Jenny - May 28, 2015

Well, Al, I’m not surprised you’ve been in the area! As I said in the bit that I added at the top, I did find that the fisherman’s path was in fine condition at least as far as I went. Connecting Rose’s Gap with Straight Fork sounds very ambitious. I know that Hyatt Ridge above McGee has become nearly impossible. I may have met Bill Hart at some point (I have read his book) but I don’t think he really knows who I am. There are some folks out there (Dave Wetmore for another) who I know about, but I don’t think they know anything about this eccentric female bushwhacker. That’s okay, I don’t expect that the world at large knows anything about me. No problem.

4. Al - May 29, 2015

Bill was on a SMHC trip that you were on up and down Walker Prong a long time ago. I don’t recall who led it.

Jenny - May 29, 2015

I remember the trip—I believe Charlie was the leader—but I don’t remember meeting Bill. That is no reflection on him, just on my bad memory! He certainly has a solid reputation for his Smokies knowledge. I noticed that you were mentioned a number of times in his book.

5. Al - May 30, 2015

Yep, upper Hyatt Ridge is a disaster now-a-days. I did it with the son-in-law in 1985 to the Balsam Mtn. trail.

I do see that sly RR grade trying to hide behind the trail sign.

6. mike harrington - June 6, 2015

A spectacular and fitting post before the move northward. I loved the part about following the elk tracks and also the tributary slides you found. Speaking of elk, I have found elk poo on the south facing slope just south of the real Charlie’s Bunyan about 150ft above the appalachian trail. So maybe they found a Rhodo free path from straight fork up to the at. I hope to see some of the slide area later this year. The way you ended this hike was definitely not a wimp out! Thank you for this post and blog. Best wishes with the move.

7. Peter Bennett - June 7, 2015

JENNY IS MISSING !!!!. She evidently went for one more last hike in the Smokies on Saturday May 30 or Sunday May 31 and did not return. The movers arrived at her house on Monday June 1 and she was not there. She has not been seen or heard from since.

All readers of Jenny’s blog in the NC / TN area please let everyone she knew know about this. It is imperative that we try to locate her as soon as possible. If you know where she might have gone or if you see her car (red Subaru I think) please contact the Jackson County NC Sheriff. Thank you!

Brian Reed - June 7, 2015

Peter, in case you are not in contact with them, those on her invite list from her going away party are emailing each other and searching trailheads for her car. I can add you to the reply list if you send me your address:


Peter Bennett - June 7, 2015

my email address is pbennettbz@gmail.com.

Thank you all for caring and looking for Jenny.

Brian Reed - June 7, 2015

Peter, Clayton Carver found her car in the Smokies and rangers are there now. I just copied you on the email list that includes Clayton.

8. Mark Barrett - June 7, 2015

Peter, there are only a couple of logical places to park a car if one were returning to the Balsam Corner slide area, and really the best one would be where the Heintooga/Balsam Mountain Road crosses Straight Fork.Do you know whether anyone has looked for Jenny’s car in that area?

A couple of other places that it would be logical to look for her vehicle, going by where her blog says she’s been hiking over the past few months, would be Smokemont, the parking lots on U.S. 441 near Mount LeConte and Porters Flat. Of course, there are any number of other places she could have gone hiking, if that’s what happened.

I hope this helps and that she’s found soon.

9. mike harrington - June 7, 2015

Several of us (who know Jenny) believe a good guess of her likely route is she may have gone up Lester Prong to reach the 4000 ft elevation spot on Lester Prong where Charlie Klabunde’s ashes were spread on March 22, 2015. She started that hike but had to drop out very shortly after we left the Boulevard trail because her knee went out on her. Before we separated that morning she asked us to place a memento at the ash spreading spot, which we did. She probably wasn’t trying to retrace the entire hike she missed on March 22 but she may have wanted to go up Porters Creek to Lester Prong and on up Lester Prong, staying on the main blue line branch that leads southwest. On March 22, after spreading the ashes at the 4000 ft level on Lester Prong, we continued on and ascended past the end of the blue line and ended up at 5700 ft elevation ridgetop just north of the steepest part of the Jump-off. If she had made it that far she would have returned to her car in Greenbrier either on trail by the Trillium Gap and Brushy Mountain trails or by the Dry Sluice Gap manway (accessed from the Appalachian trail just a short distance east of Charlie’s Bunyan) and Porter’s Creek trail. Our hopes and prayers are with the Park Service as they get a search geared up Monday morning.

mike harrington - June 7, 2015

Just realized I made a mistake in the post — the ashes were spread at 4400 ft, not 4000 ft.

10. Timbo - June 8, 2015

Very sorry to hear of this tragedy. Regardless of what may have happened, she was in a place that obviously made her very happy. May she rest in peace and may the family find some comfort in the love of her friends around the world.

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