|The old forest road heading up Horse Creek.|
|Shane ready for a day of torture...I mean hiking.|
Last year, Amy and I took the Buzzard Rock hike on from the long winding forest roads out of the Rocky Fork in what ended up being a sixteen mile day during some peak autumn foliage. Unfortunately, just as we arrived at the rock some low lying clouds swept in spoiling our dreams of long distant views but giving us some cool photo opportunities. In the research for that trip, I found mention of a shorter route leading to the rock coming out of Greene County and Horse Creek park. Time went on and other hikes fell to the wayside and eventually Buzzard Rock started creeping back into my mind.
|Shane staying dry but barely.|
|Jesus in the sign.|
|My picture of John in the sign.|
My friend John has worked diligently to improve his map reading skills so I shot him a message about checking on a possible route out of Horse Creek and within a day he had sent me not one, but two different routes to Buzzard Rock. I told Shane of our plans and promised a long and grueling day and I believe I could hear him packing his bags while I was still on the phone with him. We met in Johnson City and the three of us piled into my truck for the trip down to Greeneville and Horse Creek Park.
|The sign was broke in half so I fixed it.|
|Shane with the hiking title belt.|
|Beware of Bigfoot.|
|The beginning of the end of our good mood for the while. The straight climb up Sarvis Cove.|
Horse Creek Park is a nice place to start a lot of good hikes such as Squibb Creek and Pete's Branch Falls but it's seclusion is also prime territory for less than upstanding citizens to meet up. For once, I was thankful Shane had a gun. The parking lot was empty on our arrival and we stepped out to some cool temps but sunny skies. I was excited that it looked like I would finally get a good view from the rock.. if John's map skills proved to be true. The first part of the trail is an old forest road that is used by high clearance 4x4's and will eventually lead you to a few yards from the Appalachian Trail at the top of the mountain, but not knowing what shape the road was in and our desire to explore led us to hike up the well worn road along the creek. Early on our biggest challenge would be keeping our feet dry for the long day on the mountain at several difficult creek crossings. Some of the crossings required bushwhacking along the stream and jumping from rock to rock or even moving rocks to make our own makeshift bridges to continue on.
|The small waterfall in Sarvis Cove.|
|Rest break selfie. Look at the trail behind us. Straight and up.|
|Shane passing through downed limbs on Sarvis Cove.|
The forest road eventually splits at a large brown sign indicating trails to the right and the main jeep route turns left and leads up the mountain. We took the right fork heading toward Pete's Branch, Poplar Cove, and Sarvis Cove. Someone has took some time shooting up the forest service sign and John paused for some pictures of his head filling in the missing parts. The first signs of spring were starting to show in deep mud puddles along the road with frog eggs sporadically floating in the pools. The trail to this point was still very familiar to me since I've hiked to Pete's Branch a few times. Another creek crossing and the Pete's Branch spur trail is to the left and signed as we continued straight and into Poplar Cove. The hike was still easy and we blazed through the early stages passing some downed trees and listening to some rowdy cascades down through the thick laurel.
|Air Estep takes flight.|
|A near cairn along the trail.|
When we arrived at the Sarvis Cove trail marker I found that we only were 2.5 miles from the end of the trail where it meets the Appalachian Trail at the top of the mountain. Early on the trail crosses the creek a few times but the smaller stream was easy for us to keep dry but soon the trail swings to the left side and begins a long steep climb leading straight up the drainage next to the stream. Shane had made the mistake of running on Friday preparing for his first race of the year and his legs started tiring on this stretch but we all took advantage of rest breaks and we spent most of the day laughing and giving each other a hard time. About halfway up the cove, we passed a nice waterfall about ten feet high but the sun was directly over it so I snapped a quick picture before continuing the now very slow climb up the mountain. Lots of tree limbs covered the trail and it looked as if it had been some time since someone had hiked it. I was beginning to wonder if there was ever going to be a switchback at all and soon thereafter the trail swung left and away from the creek and began winding higher around a ridge. Through the trees we could see our progress as the scenery of distant views of Greeneville began to unfold and with it, gave us a renewed energy. We had noticed scratching along the trail disturbing the leaves for most of the hike before we found a nice turkey feather revealing the culprit and giving me a new decoration for my hat. The trail switched back to the right and continued to rise and we started to see trace amounts of snow accumulated on the leaves. John checked our elevation progress and noted we started seeing snow at the 3200ft mark and we began at around 1707ft, despite the progress we still had a lot of climbing to go.
|Shane is as tough as they come. Sarvis Cove is hard!|
|My turkey feather!|
|Switchback on Sarvis.|
|Snow Jesus engage!|
|All hail, King Sarvis!|
|At long last, the end of Sarvis Cove.|
After lunch and bouldering a bit, we meandered through a grassy bald and onto the AT, the familiar white blazes gave us a renewed spirit and a blazing hiking speed. The trail was level and worn and I thought of my friend Ben who had hiked the trail way back in 2008 and of Scott Jurek that set the speed record at 46 days 8 hours last year. It's always amazing to me how many points of interest the trail passes by and we found a large split rock right beside the trail that we all gave more than a moments gaze to. Sadly, the level trail ended and we climbed up a suprisingly difficult grade that crossed over an old forest road several times as it approached the top of the ridge. The small clearing at the top offered no views surrounded by taller trees but it did give us a treat in the form of a grave marker for a former thru hiker that had chose the area as his final resting place. The fact that he had friends willing to bring him all the way up there was even more impressive. Our hard work climbing the mountain was taken from us as we started downhill for awhile before leveling and coming to a trail intersection labeled as Big Rocks Bypass. We stayed on the AT and swung through the rockiest section of trek so far before climbing slightly and finding the side trail to the summit and highest point of our day on the 4900ft Big Rocks. The views weren't the best here with deep views into Greeneville and over to Viking Mountain and the towers but I knew what was to come and the skies were still perfectly clear. John broke out his map and compass and noted that we would eventually leave the AT and strike out across the ridge line to meet an old forest road to continue to Buzzard Rock. This was the first time the off trail section was mentioned and I felt a little nervous it would be our demise from reaching our goal.
|Appalachian Trail time!|
|Split rock along the AT.|
|Thru hiker memorial. Very powerful reminder of the impact the trail makes on people and the quality of friends you make by hiking. Very thankful for my hiking buddies.|
|Nearing Big Rocks.|
Back on the main trail we ambled along passing swampy pools and snow drifts. Anywhere the sun could touch the snow was melted and the afternoon temperatures were pleasant as we approached a large field near the area called Big Butt. The Appalachian Trail swings away from the field and I explored the area finding that it leaves the ridge and begins to descend rapidly. Rejoining Shane and John, we crossed the field and found that our off trail portion was going to be easier than we had thought finding a four wheeler path that was well worn through the surrounding scrub. We were now on the spine of the ridge and the hiking was easy at last. I scanned the surrounding mountains and could see over to Wolf Laurel Ski Resort and the looming Big Bald on the horizon, I knew Buzzard Rock was getting close! The four wheeler road steadily winds downhill and soon it met up with the familiar forest road that leads to the rock. I was in a zone and left John and Shane to their conversation that faded as I put more distance between us. Through the trees and in a curve, I could see the edge of Buzzard Rock just through some laurel. I scampered through the trees and onto the rock greeted with as stunning of a view that I could have ever asked for.
|Rocky terrain near Big Rocks.|
|John checking our progress on the summit of Big Rocks.|
|Survey marker at Big Rocks.|
|Field near Big Butt.|
I snapped a few pictures before realizing that Shane and John could easily pass by without seeing the small side trail leading to where I was. I came out to meet them and let them take the lead to watch their reaction to seeing the view for the first time. Smiles and laughter soon filled the valleys below and we settled into pictures and a few beverages to mark the occasion. From the rock, you are looking over the heart of the Rocky Fork and the jagged cliffs of Whitehouse Mountain seem forever away as well as Interstate 26 as it winds towards Sam's Gap and the North Carolina state line. Further away the unmistakable dome of Big Bald and the Unaka Mountains dominated the skyline and even further away the Roan Highlands peeked above surrounding ridges, it truly was a fantastic view. With no leaves on the trees, I could trace the forest road I had hiked a week earlier on a trip through the Rocky Fork across to the Hidden Lake and back down the Higgins Creek trail, it had took me a few years but the dots were slowly connecting inside Tennessee's newest state park. We were having such a good time celebrating John's successful navigation skills and making a few phone calls since we had service, we lost track of time and as we started packing up to leave I knew there was a good chance we would run out of daylight before making it back to the truck.
|John and I in the field.|
|Wide angle view of the field.|
|On the connector road to Rocky Fork.|
|This calls for the Jesus Selfie!|
|and a toast!|
|Big Bald and Big Buff.|
Back on the trail we had a small climb back up the four wheeler road before level and downhill hiking dominated the rest of our trip. When we arrived back at the Sarvis Cove intersection I opted to take us down the jeep road to maybe save some time and see if there were any other treasures to uncover. Hiking on the road proved to be easier as the grade was less severe to allow vehicle travel and in one of what seemed like thousands of switchbacks we found another incredible overlook through some trees and on a large rock standing some 60ft high off the forest floor below. The sun was fading quickly but illuminated the distant ranges of the Great Smoky Mountains which called for another round of high fives before settling into our "were gonna run out daylight" pace that led us to the growing sound of water and the by some more impressive cliffs on an adjacent ridge. It was a shame that throughout the day, we had saw not a trace of trash but the jeep road was littered with lots of beer cans and plenty of wrappers tossed by careless passengers. Do us all a favor and stay home, if you have no more respect for nature than that. A few miles remained of our hike when the sun finally faded completely and we had to make several tricky creek crossings in the dark before meeting back up with the road we had hiked in on. As I approached the final creek crossing I noticed something white off to the right of the trail aloing some laurel trees. As I got closer, I could tell it was a car and the interior lit up with someone in the passenger seat and whatever they were smoking was a smell unfamiliar to me. I slowed up letting John and Shane catch me and we hiked by without incident, although I felt my nerves for the first time all day. I was stunned someone would drive an Acura across a creek to avoid detection and I'm sure they were surprised to see Jesus and a giant hike by them in the dark, perhaps, it even caused them to give up the drugs they were on.
|Lots of laughs on the rock.|
|Whitehouse Mountain Cliffs and Interstate 26.|
|Paparazzi on Buzzard Rock.|
|Zoomed shot of Big Bald.|
A final obstacle appeared on the other side of the creek in the form of some locals gathered around a campfire drinking whiskey but we continued on as they all four watched us intently. At the truck, finding all the tires still inflated and none of my windows busted out I breathed my final sigh of relief. It had been a fantastic day of hiking and companionship on a successful mission to Buzzard Rock. The clear views and changing scenery made the tired legs seem insignificant and jammed like sardines in a can we left Horse Creek Park to cap an incredible day. In the days that followed, Shane eventually began speaking to me again but the mention of the word "Sarvis" still to this day will make him cringe. Until next time, happy trails.
|Buzzard Rock pano.|
|This is my kingdom.|
|Jesus preparing for the next trip.|
|Wolf Laurel Ski Resort.|
|One more surprise on the Jeep Road.|
|Shane sheds his fear of heights.|
|Darkness doesn't stop our hiking.|
|A final look from Buzzard Rock.|