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Styx Branch variation June 4, 2014

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Magical worlds of upper Styx.

Magical worlds of upper Styx.

I believe I’ve been up Styx Branch eight or nine times, sometimes with other people and sometimes on my own. It is a relatively easy off-trail approach to the top of Mt. LeConte—note that word relatively— although the lower part is an awful lot easier than the upper part.

Compared with the others of the Twelve Streams, it has a shorter distance and elevation gain. However, it has its own special difficulties. Today I was thinking about that, as I climbed up by myself. One thing about it is that in the upper sections you never know where you’re going to run into bluffs or simply very steep rock that might be tough to climb. Another is that you never know where you’re going to run into Rhodo minus. More about that later.

The weather’s been dry lately, and Styx carries very little water anyway, not because it’s a tiny stream but because the water runs in subterranean paths beneath huge amounts of Anakeesta rubble. The nearly-dry streambed of the lower parts is what makes that section so easy. It’s a delightful jungle-gym of jumbled rock with a dry surface that makes footing dependable.

 

This reddish boulder marks the entry way to lower Styx.

This reddish boulder marks the entry way to lower Styx.

The hike starts at the log bridge just above Arch Rock, and that very first part has the most water in it. The whole first section always has a dark, somber, maybe even foreboding feel to it, in keeping with its name. But soon it becomes very dry.

Dry streambed along lower Styx.

Dry streambed along lower Styx.

After I turned up the left fork, I ran into obstacles.

First of a whole bunch of blowdowns.

First of a whole bunch of blowdowns.

There are a couple of beautiful tall cascades on the left fork. If I am hiking with other people, I try to go up the rocks right next to the water. If I am hiking by myself, I am more conservative and go off to the side.

The first cascade.

The first cascade.

Pretty white violets growing in damp moss.

Pretty white violets growing in damp moss.

This was part of a whole section of blowdowns that took a lot of effort to get through.

This was part of a whole section of blowdowns that took a lot of effort to get through.

From the left fork, you can angle up different gullies or through different meadows to reach points along the whole range of LeConte’s summit between High Top and Myrtle Point. You may wonder why I don’t talk about the right fork. That’s because it leads mainly to a nasty stretch of heath along the Boulevard, southeast of Myrtle Point.

At any rate, I decided I would shoot for some place closer to Myrtle Point than the way I went up the last time I was there, with my friend Cindy McJunkin on New Year’s Day. I have missed hiking with Cindy. Circumstances have prevented her from doing strenuous off-trail hikes this year, but I’m sure she’ll be back to that soon.

My route bypassed a big overhanging bluff on the right, but I had views of the top of it.

You see the top of the bluff here. I've been past it on other hikes.

You see the top of the bluff here. I’ve been past it on other hikes.

I got into that special region of upper Styx, which alternates between steep-angled meadows and peninsulas of spruce and balsam.

A stand of tall spruce between open meadows.

A stand of tall spruce between steep open meadows.

I found a nice meadow to climb—until I saw a hideous wall looming up above me.

The darker foliage is an impenetrable belt of Rhodo minus.

The darker foliage is an impenetrable belt of Rhodo minus.

Rhodo minus is the small-leafed rhododendron that you find in high elevations, often in the same places as sand myrtle and steep Anakeesta rock. Myrtle Point is surrounded by Rhodo minus.

I tried to tunnel through it and found my passage completely blocked. I’ve done a fair amount of bushwhacking, and I will say that this is the first time that I’ve ever found myself utterly unable to move forward, to the left, or to the right. I tried taking my pack off and pushing it ahead of me. Still couldn’t do it. Some of the branches were narrow and brittle and could be snapped to get through, but there were quite a few thick, rigid limbs that simply could not be broken or pushed out of the way. I ended up backing out the way I came, praying that I wouldn’t have to drop way down to get around it. Thank goodness—I found a sort of narrow tunnel that I could follow, maybe a game trail. It still wasn’t great, but at least I could move. At last I got up to the Myrtle Point side trail.

The spot I popped out on the trail. Note the dense screen of brush in the background.

The spot I popped out on the trail. Note the dense screen of brush in the background.

I was just as glad no one passed by as I emerged. I was filthy from crawling on my stomach, I had leaves and branches in my hair, and I needed a moment to compose myself and brush myself off. I walked to Myrtle Point, and oddly enough no one showed up there the whole time I stopped for a rest. It was 1:00 in the afternoon.

The sand myrtle was beautiful.

Looking northeast from Myrtle Point.

Looking northeast from Myrtle Point.

Myrtle close-up.

Myrtle close-up.

I walked over to the Lodge and looked for Nathan, because I knew from the “High on LeConte” blog he was there at the moment. I think he’s a fantastic writer. We had a great chat.

Heading down Alum Cave Trail, I had a treat of Catawba rhodo and mountain laurel as I descended, especially around Alum Cave Bluff and Inspiration Point.

Catawba blossoms and laurel buds.

Catawba blossoms and laurel buds.

If you want to learn more about the Twelve Streams of LeConte, look at the post below this one or click on the image in the sidebar at right. Thank you for visiting my blog.

Laurel blossoms.

Laurel blossoms.

 

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New Year’s hike up Styx Branch January 1, 2014

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Icy cascade near a stream junction.

Icy cascade near a stream junction.

The year 2013 was, I have to say, objectively, one of the worst years of my life. The saving grace was completing the Twelve Streams of LeConte. I know this must come across as kind of a tease —“What happened to her this year?”—but I choose to keep this a mystery.

Going from December 31 to January 1 is, in a sense, meaningless, but by exerting imagination we can give these things symbolic importance. So, when my friend Cindy McJunkin suggested a New Year’s Day hike, it helped to dispel the gloom. I got her e-mail while I was up in Northampton, Massachusetts, visiting my sister. As usual, I spent my spare time up there doing short, steep hikes in the Holyoke Range. The picture below was taken on Christmas Day.

View from Mt. Holyoke to the Connecticut River.

View from Mt. Holyoke to the Connecticut River.

The weather looked good for January 1, so we agreed to meet at the Alum Cave trailhead. And off we went up Styx Branch at the foot bridge above Arch Rock.

Styx shortly above the bridge.

Styx shortly above the bridge.

The water dwindles here. It disappears higher up.

The water dwindles here. It disappears higher up.

We turned up the left fork, which had no water at all this day, and climbed up to an area of blowdowns.

A lot of blowdowns in this stretch.

A lot of blowdowns in this stretch.

Cindy climbs a blowdown pile.

Cindy climbs a blowdown pile.

We encountered a lot of beautiful icicle formations.

Great icicles to the left.

Great icicles to the left.

As we got higher, we found that ice on the rocks made it difficult to climb up the rocks of the stream.

Here, water was flowing underneath the ice.

Here, water was flowing underneath the ice.

We reached a familiar junction where I had gone to the right a few times, past an imposing rock bluff. This time we stayed straight ahead. We climbed through an interesting mixture of grass and ice.

This was really great!

This was really great!

We started to have good views down the stream valley.

I always think of this as the halls of the mountain king.

I always think of this as the halls of the mountain king.

We had a couple of slightly awkward manuevers around icy bluffs.

Above 6000', you run  into a few challenges.

Above 6000′, you run into a few challenges.

We came out near the junction of the Myrtle Point side trail and the Boulevard trail. One of the many, many routes up Styx!

We proceeded to Myrtle Point for lunch. Then, the familiar descent via Alum Cave trail. One thing noteworthy: icicles were crashing down from Alum Cave Bluff in the thawing temperatures. We noted the line of shattered ice on the ground that marked the fall line from the bluff, and did our best to avoid lingering in that zone. We passed a couple who were taking pictures of each other in the fall zone holding icicles. I said, “You might want to move a little away from there,” but they didn’t pay any attention. Oh, well…

I’m very glad to have a new friend for sharing these adventures!

Cindy left, Jenny right. Two female bushwhackers!

Cindy left, Jenny right. Two female bushwhackers.

Styx July 25, 2013

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View from upper Styx Branch drainage. There's something I don't like in the foreground.

View from upper Styx Branch drainage. There’s something I don’t like in the foreground.

For the first time in weeks, the forecast for Gatlinburg  said nothing about precipitation. I had to get out on this beautiful day!

So I climbed Styx Branch to Myrtle Point on LeConte. I’ve been up Styx four or five times via different routes—some accidental rather than intentional.¬† This is the first time I’ve done it by myself. Readers may notice that lately I’ve been doing more solo bushwhacks than usual. I always enjoy hiking with my disreputable comrades, but this summer I’ve been in a mood to explore the feeling of being by myself in really wild places.

Yes, being a few hundred vertical feet below the popular tourist destination of Myrtle Point is a really wild place. Check it out sometime if you don’t believe me. From the bottom.

I hiked the familiar lower stretch of Alum Cave Trail until I reached the footlog above Arch Rock, then headed up Styx Branch. At the footlog, it carried a fair amount of water, but soon Styx lived up to its usual identity of a stream that often flows in subterranean paths, offering an unusually dry route for off-trail types. And you thought Styx got its name because it goes through Huggins Hell. No, it’s because it issues forth from diabolical realms far below the earth’s surface. That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.

I expected to see some new landslides after the recent phenomenally heavy rains, and I was not disappointed. Nothing super-dramatic, but noticeable.

New slide coming down from the Parton Peaks ridge.

New slide coming down from the Parton Peaks ridge.

I turned up the left fork and proceeded up the stream.

Small cascade on left fork of Styx.

Small cascade on left fork of Styx.

I encountered the thickest, woolliest vegetation of any time I’ve been up in this area. Has the rainfall been saturated with Miracle-Gro?

A world of vegetation.

A world of vegetation.

I also noticed that more blowdowns blocked the stream than I’d recalled from previous outings. As I’ve whined about on other recent blogs, the heavy rainfall and the thunderstorms seem to make it easy for trees to become uprooted.

I got into one particular spot that gave me ridiculous difficulty. It wasn’t dangerous, it was just incredibly awkward. One of those situations where one foot was on the slimy branch of a blowdown, the other foot on a slippery rock, and I was trying to leverage myself up by one arm—surely the push-ups I’ve been doing lately should help—and the branch I was leaning on snapped off.

Getting into the area of tall cascades.

Getting into the area of tall cascades.

Starting to make upward progress.

Starting to make upward progress.

Saxifrage hangs over stream.

Saxifrage hangs over stream.

Now I'm in the halls of the mountain gods!

Now I’m in the halls of the mountain gods!

Looking down the draw.

Looking down the draw.

I reached the perimeter of a big landslide area (not a new one—it’s been obvious for a long time). I climbed along the edge on steep gravelly soil and opted to move into pleasant open balsam woods.

Moss under balsams.

Moss under balsams.

But when I saw a nice open meadow to my right, I traversed over to it. I was unpleasantly surprised to see that it was covered with a parasitical plant called dodder (which you also see in the top photo).

Cuscuta gronovii, better known as dodder.

Cuscuta gronovii, better known as dodder.

It’s not one of those invasive plants that’s arrived in shipping crates just recently from overseas, it’s been around for a long time. My wildflower book says the Cherokees used it for medicinal purposes. Yet this is the first year that I’ve seen it in any quantity in the Smokies (if you’ve had a different experience, please let me know). I saw it last weekend along the A.T. near Mt. Cammerer, and now I see it all over the upper slopes of Styx, where I haven’t seen it before. Perhaps something to do with our bizarre climate this year?

It’s been around in the Black Mountains for a while, especially the northern Blacks like Celo Knob, where I saw tons of it on a traverse of the Blacks.

The wildflower book describes these vines as “parasitic annuals that lack chlorophyll. They attach themselves to a variety of host plants from which they derive nourishment through rootlike connections.” It’s also known as “love vine,” the book says. Funny! Mistletoe, another plant associated with love, is also parasitic.¬† Hmmm . . . can anyone come up with a concept of love that doesn’t involve being a parasite?

I climbed steeply through these meadows of dodder, trying a route to the side that led to a combination of Rhododendron minus and Anakeesta bluffs, worked my way through, and popped out on the Myrtle Point side trail just steps away from the Point.

Some people came through just as I emerged from the brush. This time, oddly enough, they assumed that I was some sort of worker attached to the Lodge. Two separate groups both said something like “Thank you for your efforts” as I stood by the trail, removing my gloves, attempting to brush spruce and balsam needles from my clothing.

After this and my other recent experiences arriving on LeConte’s top, I’ve come to the conclusion that people can understand workers on the summit, but they cannot understand a person (especially a female on her own) bushwhacking just for the enjoyment of it. I responded to one of the groups, “What’s really nuts is that I do this for fun, not for a job.” I said I’d come up off-trail through the stuff they saw just to the side, but once again they had no questions for me along the lines of “What was it like?” or “Where did you start?”

Come to think of it, I didn’t see any other solo female hikers even on the Alum Cave Trail going down. I like to think of it as sort of a blank area of experience. In the end, I’m glad it’s that way.

View from Myrtle Point.

View from Myrtle Point.