Thursday, September 23, 2010


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Today is sort of a lazy kind of day.  Ten minutes of mowing grass would finish up what I couldn't see to cut two days ago.  It's almost dark when I get home from work and impossible to get any outside chores accomplished.  I thought I would take a leisurely canoe paddle up some quiet water just for the heck of it.
It's been a good year since I've paddled on Abrams or Panther creek and Panther is as I remember.  The sun was out and it was hot for this time of year, over 90 degrees.  I kept to the shoreline where the shade lingered.
As usual, no critters could be found.  But, the scenery was wonderful.  It appears that the leaves are just now starting to get with the program for the Fall showing and hints of color can be seen along the water.
The reflective quality of the surface is as a mirror duplicating precisely all that is above.

 The following shots are of Bryozoans.  I saw them a year ago on Abrams Creek.  They were attached to submerged logs.  When I asked the old timers about them I was told they were frog eggs.  Nothing could be farther from the fact.  Copy/paste the following link to find out about bryozoans.
 Panther Creek is just inside the Great Smoky Mountain Nationl Park, as is Abrams Creek.  Special fishing apply and I'm delighted to see that flies are mentioned.
As I stated previous;  there is no purpose for this little canoe paddle ride.  I'm just keeping the skills honed and besides;  it's a passion of mine.
The water's surface takes on a multicolored texture to its appearance due to the reflective quality of the surface.
A quick stop off to shore and I'll explore some of Panther Creeks flora and fauna.
Look closely at this next shot
Aphids are eating the rotten, dead materials on this stem.
This is the first time I've studied this event.  I shall have to investigate further when I get home to the internet.
I haven't a clue
Whatever it is, there appears to be a nut like affair with four quarter parts each of which has opened to expose what I assume are seeds.  OK;  a friend just emailed me and told me the name of this plant.  It is known as "hearts-a-bustin' or strawberry bush."  Thanks Gretchen....
I'll try to identify tonight when at home
These are just a few of the plants near the head waters of Panther Creek.
I need to be back on the water.  This little excursion will be over by noon.  
The above shot is of Panther Creek at it's head waters.
I love those reflections
Well;  it felt good to get out in the canoe.  Next weekend will be a camp out for sure.  One way or the other I'll be on the water
Have to run.   Don't forget to look up the term Bryzoans.  Catch ya later.

Wednesday, September 22, 2010


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It's not often that any of us get together for a ride due to the work requirements we all have.  Today, however, three of us were able to meet and enjoy a great Tennessee day.  We would ease on up over Route 129 (The Dragon) to Calderwood Lake and then on to Joyce Kilmer Memorial Forest.  We really were not planning to do much at Joyce Kilmer but, instead, it was a destination located in some of the most fantastic forests and mountains in this state.  We started late morning and picked our way through a fantastic two lane road that winds through a place called Happy Valley.   We drove on past Abrams Creek Campground Ranger Station Road to Route 129.  A quick left turn at Chilhowee Lake onto the Dragon Road and we were off.  The ride through the perilous Dragon was uneventful and finally arrived at Calderwood Lake for a cool drink of water and a couple of photo's
Tha'ts Shaun in the picture above.  He is driving a 2007 KLR Kawasaki 650.
James is on the blue bike.  He is operating a 2008 KLR Kawasaki 650
James is demonstrating to Shaun how to dismount from the wrong side of the bike.  Nice touch James!
 Calderwood's waters were silky smooth.  This was perfect canoe water.  I just may drive up tomorrow with the canoe for a paddle around the lake.  You might notice that all the motorcycles are KLR 650 Kawasaki s and they cover years 07, 08 and 2009.  That's kind of unique I think.    They are a perfect machine for getting into those places larger machines dare to tread.  Of course, today we're just riding through the mountains;  nothing special in mind.  A nice day with good friends.  A dog would be neat.  OK; enough!
We stayed at Calderwood long enough to listen to the thunder over the mountain where the Cherohala Skyway lay.  Then we took off for Joyce Kilmer.
I always enjoy riding across the road that connects Joyce Kilmer Memorial with Route 129 and the Cherohala.  It is always dark and cool along that road.
We finally found the Joyce Kilmer parking area and decided to take a short hike to look at a few trees.  The place is a reverent one.  I understand what inspired Mr. Kilmer to write the poem "Trees."
A well manicured pathway leads us up the mountain toward some pretty incredible trees.  Look at the root system on the tree below.
Using Shaun as a scale;  check out this old, old Shakespearean relic.  Note the terror on his face as he backs against the monster.   One never knows about ancient trees and;     old men......
This is a small tree compared with whats up the trail.  Can you imagine what our forests would look like today if the logging industry would not have slain the old growth timber?   Some trees in this memorial forest are 400 and 500 years old.
From the bottom up....  A difficult task it is to photograph vertically.  Note the straightness of this monster.
A short break is due.
Below is my favorite shot "tree" from the day.
The sun penetrated through the canopy and struck the tree perfectly.  The old, majestic monarch stood tall and prominent in the darkness and it's projected enormity rendered myself to the most infinitesimal denomination.  I was humbled in it's presence.
The word humble is a simple word the application of which encompasses a wide range of emotions.  In my case it simply means I realize how small and insignificant my presence is here in this, the aged oak's domain.
It's amazing how small we humans are, and yet, how much power we have over the natural creations of the earth we live on.  I wonder why the natural "realm" is so tolerant of us.  Me thinks a comeuppance will occur one day when the earth says, "enough is enough."
This is a beautiful place.  The next hour was spent searching for the parking lot and another drink of water.  We would ride the Cherohala Skyway back across the mountains to Tellico Plains and home.
The day was perfect.  Slow and easy in the company of good friend, both of which are very motorcycle savvy with years and years of experience in the saddle.  Thanks James and Shaun for sharing your time with me.