Pine Log Creek Trail (Bartow County, Georgia)

 

Today, I decided to join one of the Atlanta-area outdoor groups to explore Pine Log Creek, which is a several miles north of Lake Allatoona. I was unaware of this trail system until I saw the event posting, but as the timing worked out and it was a new place to explore, I decided to give it a go. It's a little over an hour drive from my home and I left early enough to account for any traffic. You never know what crazy events you might encounter on the highways around the city. When I arrived at the parking area, I was the first one there. A couple of cars were present, but judging by the frost on their windows, I suspect they had been left there all night. It's cold this morning and I leave my coat on while I await for the others. They arrive soon after and we do a quick introduction before hitting the trail, staring with the western loop.

After a short straight-away, we cross an elevated bridge over Pine Log Creek and drop down on the other side. I took my coat off just before we left and though our pace is pretty slow, I'm already glad I made that choice as I'm starting to warm up just by moving. The leaves have mostly fallen and cover the trail like a blanket, but the indention left by previous trekkers leaves little doubt of the path. As we follow alongside a steep hillside above a feeder creek, I notice and point out a wasp next affixed to two tree branches and suspended far above the ground on the far side of the gully.

The four of us trek on, while getting into discussions on various topics including wine, the pandemic, a brief history of the Jewish people, Roman architectural challenges, and a myriad of other fascinating topics. All the while, we make our way up and around to the highest point of today's trail along a series of large switchbacks. At one point on the way up, I notice a buck in the distance dashing off away from us. He was probably wanting to avoid getting into a conversation about the pandemic.

Dropping back down the far side of the small mountain, we hit the intersection with the eastern loop and begin to head that way. This second loop is much shorter than the first, but takes us to the water-filled pit of a former granite quarry. The waters are an eerie blue and on the far side of the "lake" a giant boulder juts out of the water looking much like the head of a crocodile, complete with an eye. We see a few other hikers in this area as we make our way around to the interesting boulder. Though we cannot traverse around the entire lake, we do go as far as we reasonably can, which includes a fair bit of scrambling.

Turning back, we decide to hike up the far side and around the far side of the quarry to see what is there. It takes us a steep hill that unfortunately offers very little in the way of views, but it was still a good workout. From here, we bushwhack our way back down the hill, shuffling through the fallen leaves until we return to the quarry and head back towards the parking lot on the remaining section of the eastern loop, which later intersects with the lower half of the western loop.

All in all, we managed to cover about 6.1 miles, including our little off-trail adventure. The scenery was quite beautiful and for a hike I had never heard of before a few days ago, this made for a great way to start the morning. As always the company was fantastic and I wish them well as I get in my jeep and drive away.

Tribble Mill Park (Gwinnett County, Georgia)

 

I sat at home this morning trying to decide on someplace to hike. I had originally wanted to get my new bike and/or my new kayak out for the first time, but it's fairly cold again this morning and so, hiking seemed a better option. After debating on a few options for a while, I eventually just decided to join the Meetup group and hike around Tribble Mill Park, which is only about fifteen minutes from my house. I was reluctant to do this hike again only because I've explore these trails many times and for the most part don't like repeating trails. That said though, it will be good to get out again with the larger group.

When I arrive, I'm one of the first to walk over towards the playground, which is the designated meeting area. Today's leader arrives shortly after me, as well as about twenty other hikers, all of them ready to get some exercise. We do a quick round of introductions, per tradition, and then hit the woods. 

The trails here are a combination of pavement and single-track through the woods. Today we'll stick mostly to the single-track. As we pass right beside the lake, several ducks begin swimming away from us. With the autumn colors on the distant shore as a backdrop, it makes for a nice photo composition. 

We end up doing the loops around the wood as well as the winding mountain bike trails, which continually cut back on themselves to add distance. I really dislike these kinds of trails, but it's decent exercise as we're maintain a solid pace. After making our way around the smaller of the two lakes, we start heading back towards the parking area. 

Our overall distance was a moderate 8.1 miles, but the great company always makes it worthwhile. Several of the group decide to hit a nearby bar and grill for some post-hike grub and adult beverages. Who am I to say no to something like that. Until next time.

Pine Mountain via Coopers Furnace (Bartow County, Georgia)

 

Since I've got a long list of hike ideas compiled and it's been a few months since I've lead a hike for the Meetup group I most often hike with, I decided to organize one for this morning. I think the reason I haven't organized in a while is simply due to the fact that I don't like hiking in the hot and humid Georgia summers very much. I've been hiking over the past several months, but mostly away from home. It's well into fall now and the temperatures are dropping quickly. So, today I will lead a group to the summit of Pine Mountain from Coopers Furnace, knocking out a couple of different loops as part of the ordeal. I did have to specify in the event description that this is the "other Pine Mountain" and not to be confused with the one in west-central Georgia. Today, we'll be a bit northwest of Atlanta on the northern shores of the Etowah River and Allatoona Lake.

I arrive at the trailhead early, as I normally do when I'm leading. I just like to get a feel for where the trail starts and any other concerns that may be worth noting. I also like to set a good example. It's cold this morning; In the mid-30's, I think. After I walk around a bit to get my bearings and figure out where the trail actually starts, I take a seat on a picnic table beside the river and wait for others to show up. It doesn't take long before they start coming in. By our start time of 9:00 AM, eight of us have managed to brave the brisk morning air to get some exercise in. After our traditional round of introductions, we quickly hit the trail.

The trail passes by the immense Coopers Furnace. Built in the 1830's to smelt Iron, it is all that remains of the pre-Civil War town of Etowah, which was mostly destroyed during Sherman's Atlanta Campaign. It now serves as a reminder of the ancient industry of decades past. A clipped pyramid rising some 40 or so feet from the grass, it's an imposing site.

Continuing past the furnace, we get a solid pace going as we make the straight-away towards Pine Mountain. We first take the northern section of the eastern loop. It's well maintained though a little steep. After a few switchbacks, we reach the side trail to the summit. While I try to set an expectation of a fast pace in my event description, sometimes the group just can't keep up. Today's gang is gung-ho though and though some of them are struggling a little bit with the 3.3ish mph pace I'm leading at, they urge me to keep it up when I ask about slowing down. Apparently, they want to push themselves. Awesome!

At the spur, we walk out a hundred yards or so to the overlook, which is giving rest to a few fellow hikers that came up for the view. A number of large boulders provide manageable seats and I tell the group we'll take a ten minute break here for water and snacks. The view is pretty nice, though the small trees partially block the view of the lake, even this late into autumn. 

With last warning, we pack up and head back the way we came. From here, we head over to the northern section of the western loop, which is short, but much more rugged than it's counterpart. Completing the loop, we head back towards the summit and then back down the southern section of the eastern loop, which returns us to the straight section and finally our cars. 

Along the way, I had been monitoring the distance and elevation gain/loss. It seems the Alltrails.com track is a bit off and I later learn, it's because the listed track does the western loop twice essentially. That means we only got in 7.4 miles instead of the planned 8.9 miles, but it was still a great hike and everyone seems to have enjoyed it. I congratulate some of those that were struggling a bit for doing such a great job. After our goodbyes, we all head our separate ways, but we'll have a fond memory of this pleasant trail.

Gibbs Garden (Cherokee County, Georgia)

 

I've been meaning to get my mother out for a couple of weeks and thought she might enjoy seeing the fall colors on the Japanese maple trees at Gibbs Garden about an hour north of Atlanta. I visited this charming place two years ago about this time before she moved in with us, and I really enjoyed it. I think she will to.

We arrived an hour or so after the garden opened for the day, but well before the big crowds have entered. It's a cool morning, but we dress appropriately. As we make our way along the paved walkways and through the gorgeous autumn palate of bright reds, oranges, and yellows, my mother constantly gets distracted by the beautiful foliage all around us. It really is quite stunning and the Japanese cultural elements scattered about add just the right amount of flare. 

After walking through the garden, we stop to have some lunch at the garden's little cafe. I often get pretty busy with life, but I do try to set some time aside to spend time with my mother. I know she probably gets bored as my wife and I work through the week, but I hope she does enjoy these occasional little adventures that I try to do with her. 

Lula Lake Landtrust - Hike Bike Brew (Walker County, Georgia)

 

The highlight of my travels today takes me to the Lula Lake Land Trust on Lookout Mountain for the annual Hike Bike Brew fundraiser. I had hoped to attend this event last year, but it was cancelled due to the pandemic. Luckily, the organizers decided to move forward with it this year and that allows me to enjoy two of my favorite things, hiking and beer, into a single event.

Arriving shortly after the event's start, but well before the check-in cut-off time, I'm directed to a parking spot atop a tall hill. Good thing I drive a big jeep. As I walk down to the starting point, I'm happy to see the way things are set up. As I provide my name to the organizers for check-in, I'm provided with a silicon cup which will be home to several beers over the next couple of hours. Here at the start I see two food service tents and a stage being set up for a little later this afternoon and more importantly, two brewery tents ready to provide me with my first tastes.

Taking a few minutes to enjoy a couple of beers here at the start, I eventually start down the trail. Today's trail is a only a little over three miles and mostly follows the gravel road through the land trust, though one section will take us up to the bluff area. All along the way and spaced fairly evenly, breweries from the greater Chattanooga area have set up tents and will provide samples of their offerings. It's similar to any other beer festival I have attended (and I've attended a lot of them), but the hiking element is unique and much to my liking.

There are quite a few people here today and while I must wait in short lines at some of the brewery tents, it's not bad at all. I also appreciate that the beers available run the gamut of styles. Offered styles include everything from saisons to IPAs to stouts, and even a summer shandy. As something of a beer connoisseur (I am a certified Cicerone after all), I can't help but judge the quality of the beers as make way along the trail. Most are pretty good. There are a couple of stand outs and a couple that probably shouldn't have been served, but overall it's a pretty good field of options.

After crossing the creek over Rock Creek, the trail splits to provide something of a lollipop configuration. I head up the steep hill towards the bluff area. Once at the top, I'm treated to more tasters and a magnificent view the Chattanooga Valley. The late fall colors are in full affect as I gaze upon the distant rolling hills with a tasty brew in my hand. If this were heaven, I wouldn't be complaining. It's pretty amazing to be up here on such a beautiful day.

Continuing on, I hit more beer tent and enjoy some conversation with other hikers as we make our way back down the bluff trail and toward the famous Lula Falls. While the main trail itself only offers a view of the top of the falls from a distance, another trail has been hewn out of the hillside with wooden and stone steps leading down a steep path to the bottom of the falls. Of course, I have to go down there. Even though I have visited this place before, it doesn't diminish the shock and awe of such a site. Perhaps the several beers I've already had make it even more spectacular. As I and a few others make our way back up the steps after taking in the view for a few minutes, I comment about what a great idea it is to climb this somewhat hazardous path while enjoying a nice alcohol-induced buzz. Luckily, everyone seems to make it to the top safely.

The next two beer tents are set up side-by-side just above Lula Lake itself. The "lake" is actually just the pool at the bottom of another waterfall along Rock Creek. This second waterfall is significantly smaller than Lula Falls, but it does create a large pool that gives this area it's name. From here, I return back to the starting area.

Though I've been trying to pace myself as I've hiked the path, I do realize that I probably shouldn't be driving just yet and so, I take some time at the event starting area to enjoy some of the provided food, which includes a slice of pizza and a hot dog. I'm able to chat with some of my fellow hikers and beer lovers while we listen to a bluegrass band play from the back of a flat bed truck. It's very pleasant. I also check in to see just how far I hiked and see that it was about 3.7 miles. After about forty-five minutes, I feel that my buzz has dissipated and that it's safe for me to drive home. I head up the steep hill and climb into my jeep for the long ride home. This was a fantastic event and I'm very glad I was able to participate. 

Resaca Battlefield (Gordon County, Georgia)

 My second stop brings me to the Resaca Battlefield just a bit further north along I-75 in northern Georgia. This area was the site of a bloody civil war battle during the Union's Atlanta Campaign. The battle was waged between May 13th and 15th, 1864 and resulted in a Confederate defeat and a combined 6,100 casualties.

Though the battlefield has been preserved and seems to be well maintained, little remains from that time. Several historical plaques provide details of the battle and the different troop movements throughout. Several longer walking paths provide a full tour of the area, but unfortunately, I don't have enough time to explore much of them today. For now, I will have to settle for taking in the landscape from a high point and simply imagining the horrors that were unleashed during those terrible three days.

New Echota (Gordon County, Georgia)

I'm heading up to north Georgia this morning for an event, but decided to make a couple of site-seeing stops along the way. First, I decided to visit New Echota, which I have passed the sign for many times and always had an interest in seeing, but never stopped until today. New Echota was the short-lived Cherokee Nation capital from 1825 until about 1838, when the remaining Cherokee were forcible removed from their homes and to reservations in Oklahoma along the Trail of Tears. In the late 1950's after some archaeological digs in the area, several of the structures were rebuilt to their historical state and the area was set aside as a state historical park. It should be noted that one building, the Worcester House, was still standing from the time of the Cherokee, but had been remodeled multiple times over the decades.

As I walked around the historical log cabins and other structures, I couldn't help but think of this community as equal to or greater than other towns I have visited representing this time frame. My meaning here is that if one didn't know that this was a Native American community, it could not be differentiated from any other town of the time. To think of the Cherokee as savage or lesser than the European usurpers that stole their land and decimated their culture, is simply inaccurate. These were modern people living in modern (for the time, that is) homes and inhabiting a modern community. It's a great scar on the honor of the United States that we treated these people as we did. 

I spend about half-an hour wandering around the town. Approximately a dozen buildings have been restored and are spread out across a few acres, though this is a poor representation of the once 4,000 buildings that once made up the town. It's humbling to walk among history like this and I wish I could spend more time, but I have someplace to be and I must move on for now.

City of Oaks Half-Marathon (Wake County, North Carolina)

We drove to Raleigh, NC this weekend so that I can run the City of Oaks Half-Marathon. My wife went to school here at North Carolina State University and still has friends and fond memories in the area. After spending most of Saturday visiting with some of her closest friends, I went to sleep early at our hotel knowing that I had to rise well before sunrise for the race. 

After a quick walk through the brisk morning air, I arrived at the start line, where a couple of thousand participants were starting to gather for the collection of races. The event hosts several distances, including a full marathon, half-marathon, 10k, and 5k. I had originally signed up for the full marathon, but I have been struggling recently and thought it wiser to drop down to the half.

As the sun starts to peek over the horizon, we enter the corral and await the starting gun. I seem to have forgotten my earbuds, which is unfortunate. The sound of a steady beat in my ear often keeps me going when I'm having a hard time on a course. I'll have to make do with the music provided along the course. With a countdown from 10, we're on our way. The full, half, and 10k, all start at the same time, while the 5k begins about 20 minutes later.

It's a pretty big race and for the first mile or so, it's just a wall of people running through the streets of downtown Raleigh. After a bit though, the crowd seems to spread out. I'm really struggling during this first couple of miles and the rolling hills here don't seem to help. The course zigzags through the city streets and begins to make it's way through the NC State main campus. As I understand it from my wife, the school actually has four campuses spread around town, but this one is the largest and considered the main campus. 

We continue to zigzag and I start feeling a little better by the end of mile three, but I'm still not feeling it this morning. Sometimes, you just feel hungry and ready to tear up a race course and other times, you ask yourself why you chose to do such a silly thing. I'm feeling the later this morning. That said though, I'm going to push myself to finish the race. I hate leaving things undone.

As we continue on, we soon hit the 5k turn point and a couple of miles further the 10k turn point. The rolling hills continue to be a problem, and I'm starting to feel it in my legs. Thankfully, the compression braces are helping me knees tremendously and I don't feel any specific pain there, though a general achiness is present all over my body. The temperature is good for running this morning. It feels like it's hovering around 45-50 degrees, but there is a cool wind blowing that makes it feel even colder. It does prevent me from sweating profusely though.

Reach the half-marathon turn point, which is a little beyond the eight mile mark, I'm really starting to feel it and I'm beginning to wonder if I will be able to complete the race. Interestingly, they course is set up in such a way that the turn points are not the half-way points of each distance. All of that zigzaging through downtown is not repeated on the return route and so the turn-point is well beyond the half-way point of each race. 

I'm thankful for downhills and I'm able to run these, but the uphill sections, of which there are several are causing me pretty solid pain now and I'm forced to walk many of them. As I return to the downtown area and near the end of the race, each step is painful, but I'm now determined to finish. With one final turn, the finish line comes into view and the last couple of hundred yards are on a downhill. I feel the sense of accomplishment as I run under the banner and check my time.

As a volunteer places my finisher's medal around my neck, I see that my time of 2:45:41 is considerably slower than I had hoped, but again, I realize that this was not a morning where I was feeling it and with the pain now welling up in my legs, I'm just thankful to be done. Now, I just have a short mile walk back to the hotel . . . and it's mostly uphill . . .