Paths less traveled: Three more away-from-it all hikes

I’ve lost track of time during this pandemic. Though I’m working from home, the days blend into one another still. I’m in my house, with only a daily walk for the dog, a weekly trip to the grocery. and a curbside dinner pickup a couple of times a week for a change of scenery.  I do miss the outdoors, but trails still seem to be much more crowded than normal which makes it hard for me to feel confident I’ll be able to maintain “social distance.” Better safe than sorry, I’m staying in and dreaming of hikes yet to be taken.

In the meantime, whether you’re braver than I and plan to get out this next weekend, or if like me you’re just planning for the future – here are another three lesser known and perhaps less crowded hike ideas for you.

Lost Sink Trail, Keel Mountain – This short trail is just east of Huntsville on Keel Mountain. Though only about a mile long, it provides a lot of bang for the buck due to the waterfall at the end of the trail that disappears into a sinkhole.

 

Cave Mountain Loop, Guntersville.This TVA Small Wild Area is in Marshall County near Guntersville. The trail is a roughly 1.2 mile long loop around the base of Cave “Mountain” (it’s really more of a hill, honestly). There’s also another trail which goes over the top as well. The highlights are Cave Mountain Cave – a Civil War era saltpeter mine – and great views of Guntersville Dam.

 

Shoal Creek Preserve, Florence – This Forever Wild property is a bit of a drive from Huntsville, but if you’re up for a more far-flung adventure, this might be just the one for you. It has everything – loads of wildflowers, gorgeous creeks, marker trees, a waterfall, beautiful views down to the massive Shoal Creek, and if you’re really lucky you might even spot a turtle!

 

Follow the Leaders

It came as a real surprise when the Land Trust of North Alabama asked us to lead one of their fall series hikes.  We’ve been on a few of the guided hikes and really enjoyed them, and learned a lot on each one.  The leaders seemed so confident and polished and knowledgeable and prepared, so we knew the bar was set pretty high.  Despite that, we jumped at the chance to lead a hike.  It’s flattering to be asked, and it didn’t hurt that we were asked to head a Hiking 101 excursion on the Nature Conservancy’s Keel Mountain Preserve.

We had about a month to prepare, and had thought at the time we might use the blog to drum up interest in the hike after the Land Trust announced their fall hikes series.  When the announcement came out, people started signing up right away, and in no time we had a waiting list!  So we never needed to promote the hike, as these guided hikes are very popular.  In fact, the entire fall series was just about filled to capacity before the first scheduled hike.  Which was, in fact, the hike Ruth and I were leading.  Yep, the rookies were batting leadoff.

We thought about the guided hikes we’ve been on, and considered what worked and what didn’t.  The hiking part was easy — it was the talking part that was going to take some preparation.  The hike description said that we were going to teach people all we knew about hiking — good thing it was a short hike!  We were also to cover safety tips, recommended gear, survival, and how to respect the trail.  So there were the main topics of our outline, plus we thought we’d throw in a short bit about the Land Trust and Nature Conservancy and also something about the geology of Keel Mountain.

Since we had the advantage of having two guides on our hike, we figured out a plan for dividing up the speech-making and research.  One thing we’ve noticed on previous guided hikes (with one guide) is that conveying information can be tricky when you have a large group of hikers all moving at a different pace.  It usually resulted in the guide stopping somewhere and everyone waiting until the last hiker arrived before the guide could start the presentation.  We hit upon the scheme that Ruth would lead the hike, and would present the first topic (preparing to hike) in the parking lot.  Then she would head down the trail to a predetermined location and give the next spiel (respecting the trail).  I would be the sweep, at the end of group, so that when the faster hikers were ready to move on, I’d arrive on the scene with the slower-paced folks and repeat the presentation while the hares went ahead with Ruth to the next stop.  Overall, we planned two stops on the way up, a longer presentation at the Lost Sink, and one last stop on the way down.

Though we’ve hiked the Lost Sink trail on Keel Mountain several times, we knew we should have a look at current conditions so we’d be less likely to be surprised.  So we took a practice hike the weekend before and picked out the locations where we’d stop to do our presentations.  We also noted a few of the plants in bloom or berry (the American beautyberry was in rare form) and decided we’d point out a few of our favorite trees (smoketree, shagbark hickory, persimmon, and hackberry).  We went up to the top, where the waterfall was disappointingly puny, due to the dry weather.  After that, over the next week we researched and outlined our presentation.

We caught a major break in the weather, as it rained profusely the week before the hike, and cleared up on the day before, which helped dry out the trail and also knocked down the high temperatures.  We laid in a huge supply of water, printed out a couple of handouts, grabbed a few bags of candy as a post-hike treat, and headed out on Saturday morning to make the drive across the county.

We arrived a little later than intended, but still arrived before most of the group so we had enough time to get organized.  Folks arrived on time or a little late, as we expected, but by 9:20 Ruth had finished her presentation on pre-hike planning, gear, and other hiking tips and we took a group photo before 23 hikers, one dog, and two guides headed up the trail.

From our perspective, the hike went really well.  The group was a mix of ages, though we didn’t have any children on this hike, and they did space themselves out on the trail so that our “instant replay” strategy on the presentations seemed to work.  Ruth’s group got to the Lost Sink quite a bit ahead of the trailing group, but they were polite enough to wait for me to come chugging up and deliver my remarks on geology.  It was on the way down the trail that Ruth and I (separately) realized a flaw in our plan.  We had left the candy and handouts locked up in the truck, and I had the only key!  So the hares arrived in the parking lot with only the satisfaction of a nice hike, and the tortoises came along later and snarfed up all the candy.  Indeed, the race was not to the swift, and time and chance favored the more moderately-paced hikers that day.  In retrospect, Ruth should have brought her keys, or I should have handed off the keys at the top.  We were able to email the handouts to the participants later.

We made the one mile hike to the Lost Sink on Keel Mountain, and didn’t leave anyone behind on the one mile back to the parking lot.  I don’t think we had anyone fall (a good thing, because portions of the trail can be challenging), and no one got stung or overheated.  I particularly enjoyed hearing the conversations on the trail about past or planned hikes and camping trips, and old-timey recipes for herbal cures, and the latest advances in wireless technology (we were in Huntsville, after all).  We learned a lot from the research, and from the experience of the hike.  For instance, we bought and carried way too much water, but Ethel the dog appreciated it and the collapsible bowl we had in a day pack.  I think the humans enjoyed the hike too, and maybe the rookie guides started off the fall hike series with a solid base hit.

I’ll admit we were a little nervous about how things would turn out — remember, the event leading up to Gilligan’s Island was supposed to be a three-hour tour — but our preparation gave us confidence, and of course the folks on the hike were a generous and receptive audience.  We had set aside a little treat for ourselves Saturday night to celebrate a successful hike:  a couple of bottles of my latest homebrew batch of Moo-le Milk Stout.  We don’t always have a beer after a hike, but…who am I kidding?  We almost always have a beer after a hike!  But at the end of the day, the hike was great, the beer was smooth, and leftover candy wasn’t going to eat itself.

 

 

Old Faithful: Lost Sink Falls

The summer after I turned 16, my parents and I drove up to Indiana to borrow an RV from my aunt and uncle, and then started off on a 4200 mile grand tour through Illinois, Iowa, South Dakota, Wyoming, Idaho, Colorado, Kansas and Missouri. At least, I think that’s the route we took. I wasn’t too big on details at the time. I remember the vast open skies of South Dakota and Wyoming, endless signs for Wall Drug Store, a glimpse of the Tetons, alien-looking hot springs at Yellowstone, a visit with little-known cousins in Idaho, getting the worst sunburn I could remember at some teen-aged hangout on a reservoir near Denver, the flatness of the Kansas plains – that sort of thing. Well, that and the novelty of traveling in an RV (my first time ever), and the terror and excitement of driving said RV just weeks after actually getting my official driver’s license. I still can’t believe my parents let me drive it. In the Rockies, even! Though I suppose that they might have been thinking even I couldn’t speed with that thing.

This past weekend I was in search of an adventure, grand or otherwise, right here in the Tennessee Valley. Chet was going to be teaching a referee class or two for AYSO part of the weekend and wasn’t sure he’d be able to fit in a hike, so I assumed I was on my own and convinced a couple of friends to hike with me. Between the likelihood of rain, a tree ID class for me, and tickets to Riverdance for one of my friends,  I was faced with finding something interesting but close enough and short enough that we could get the drive and the hike done in four hours on a Sunday morning.  Inspiration struck when I remembered the Keel Mountain Preserve near Gurley. This pretty little preserve is a Nature Conservancy property, but through a preservation partnership our own Land Trust of North Alabama maintains the trail there.  It’s only about 30 minutes away and the one trail is just a two mile round trip. As an added bonus, our plan to hike Sunday morning made it possible for Chet to join us as well!

We met up in the small parking lot on McMullen Road around 9:00. We were the only cars there. At first the trail edges along a small creek with the interesting name of Buck Ditch. I tried and tried to find out whether there was a cool story behind that name but I failed. I also tried to figure out what the source of this creek was, but as far as I can tell it is simply a drainage channel off the top of Keel Mountain which eventually ends up in the Flint River. Anyway, Buck Ditch had only a little water in it towards the bottom, then was bone dry further upstream.

After .1 mile, the trail peels away from the Ditch and starts the first of two steeper sections as the trail makes the climb upwards on the flanks of Keel Mountain. It’s a short climb, though, and soon the trail levels out again and follows along just below a bluff line.

After .37 miles, it was up steeply again as the trail zigged and zagged through jumbled rocks, over a cool rock shelf, and past a tree that might be a marker tree.

After a final steeper section, we arrived at the main attraction on this trail, Lost Sink Falls. This waterfall isn’t the highest or the broadest. It doesn’t have the most impressive volume of water rushing over it, but for my money it wins hands down for setting.  As you are walking up the trail you can hear the rush of the water, but there really isn’t any clue about where the sound could be coming from. As you finish the last of the climb, though, you can see water rushing out of the rocks up the hill, then plunging immediately down into a deep sinkhole where it disappears from view once again. It’s an impressive sight.

We all took in the falls for a bit and just enjoyed the beauty of this spot, but we were soon out of time and retraced our path back to the parking lot. Ours were still the only cars there.

I’ve hiked this trail several times now, and I can tell you that every time I’ve been here, there is a respectable amount of water dropping over the falls and down into the sinkhole. It’s the Alabama version of Old Faithful, in that respect!