Hiking the Walls of Jericho With The Fast Or The Slow

Loosey-goosey was the order of the day on Wednesday, March 23rd, with the hiking group as we divided up in groups to hike in to the Walls of Jericho. The usual fast group, plus a few others, (Wayne, Richard, Deb, Stormy, Larry, plus, Pam, Lou, Susan, and Monty) took off ahead to get in and out asap while the 'slow' group: Che, Bill, Arlene, Patti, J.D., Sue, Diane, Jenny, Trish, Val, Gwen, Reggie and Kathy were led by John. This year we parked a little further up the road and took off from the Tennessee side of the ridge. A short walk through the woods brought us to the overlook with a plaque pointing out the ridges beyond the gorge.

From this point, we turned left to wind along the edge of the bluff with the cold wind buffetting against us for a short distance before the trail began to descend. Our boots had to trudge through some muddy spots, but as we dropped further it seemed to dry out a bit and soon we spotted what we came for: wildflowers!

We had descended 1.2 miles down the ridge when we came to this spot. As enjoyable as it was, with folks stopping  along to identify flowers, occasionally someone would mutter..'what goes down, must come up..'.













The trail wound further along the ridge, almost always with a downward grade. Those spots where our boots went up, John made sure to point out so that we could appreciate it all the more on the way out! Finally, we arrived near the bottom of the gorge and found ourselves by the creek. The woods reflected this nourishment with an influx of green in our surroundings.

We had already delighted in the virginia bluebells we spotted which were gorgeous, but then we made a turn to find ourselves in a dream world where bluebells flourished with dutchmen's britches interspersed liberally in the mix.

As we passed through, there were ooh's and aah's aplenty! Across the creek, the woods were carpeted with bluebells...the stuff of dreams (the Chronicler actually had a dream about an area like this once...and here I found it!).

On an easy path, we travelled by the creek and soon passed the sign that marks the Walls of Jericho trail from the shorter, but more steeper trail that was used last year. Then, in no time we were at the log crossing with the nifty board rail.

The trail goes straight here just a short distance and then begins a small climb. Here we ran into several of our fast group heading out already.

Unfortunately, I failed to picture Deb, Pam, Monty, or Larry, but I did get our special tree! We did find out that Stormy and Larry were injured on the barbed wire fencing beside the creek we rock-hopped. Caution!

Beyond this point, we came to the creek crossing where the log was too precarious so we rock hopped and made it to the other side. J.D. elected to stop at the picturesque old cemetery to have her lunch in quiet as the rest of the group began to climb the ridge. We missed the gorgeous white blooms from last year, but their greenery still dotted the gorge along the creek.

The trail finally angled back to the creek we were following and it was the individual hiker's decision how to get across. Some had plastic, others had water shoes, and still others just slogged in and got across to the bank where we climbed over to the limestone rock area by the falls. Here we settled down for lunch. After a quick bite, the Chronicler (with instructions from Bill) found a foothold and got up the rocky ledge to the waterfalls beyond. She was followed by Diane who truly enjoyed her first look at this unique spot, and also John and Susan.



We reluctantly left our lunch spot in this amazing limestone gorge, got back across the creek, and began our ascent around the ridge. Back across the log bridge, we all garnered our strength for that climb out. Whether it was a personal mantra as Trish does or just one lead foot in front of the other, we all made it out of the gorge. The last few got caught in the downpour as it finally hit! Sue thanked good girl scouts, J.D. and Jenny for their assistance, but she, too, got back to the trailhead. There was some discussion on whether this was the better of the two ascents, but either way, there is a difficult climb to overcome.

Here are a few more pic's:



Trillums dotted this huge rock





Redbud colored the ridge on our descent



Approximately 8.8 miles..and even with the climb..it's a special hike. An extraordinary place with echoes of the past seemingly held hostage by the Walls of Jericho.

Laurel-Snow on the Cumberland Trail; Divide and Conquer

27 hearty souls eventually got together at the trailhead above the city of Dayton for the Laurel-Snow hike on a chilly morning last Wednesday, March 16th. We quickly got our boots on and not so quickly got assembled for our group picture! Included were 2 of Che's grandchildren, Tristan and Raven, and I have to say, these two made the hike so much more enjoyable. Richlands Creek flowed freely and with the recent rains created a frothy display in lots of places as we made our way alongside its' banks.

This picture was taken within yards of the trailhead. All along this part of the path, there are remnants of the coal industry from the turn of the century.

There are numerous places along the path that beg for a picture to be taken! In less than a mile, we were at the sharp right turn that took us up the escarpment at an easy climb, always within sight and sound of the water.  At the turn, I found my first spring flower: hepatica.

We meandered at an easy pace until the whole group crossed the bridge and gathered to finally 'place their bet', meaning you had to decide if you were going with the group to Laurel Falls or the group attempting Snow Falls. After hemming and hawing, the Snow Falls group took off with Che and her grandchildren swelling our number to 17. As we started out again by the water, we began to spot more and more wildflowers. This area was particularly rich with trout lily sprouting up, toothwort, hepatica, foam flower, violets and bloodroot. The rocky path we followed soon turned away from the water and we delved into the woods. At times we had to climb over or around tree's that had fallen with huge boulders up on the top of the mountain, standing like stone Indians watching our higgily-piggily line of hikers strung out on the face of the mountain. Then, it was another sharp turn up where we at a steeoper grade and our steady march slowed. We passed the 'cave' rock  right before we passed thru the huge 'stone doors'.

We passed through the doors and it dumped us out at an intersection where we turned left. After a short walk, we found a gorgeous overlook where we could see Laurel Falls in the distance and waved to our unseen friends on the other side. Another spat of hiking and we arrived at Buzzards Point (or was it Raven Point?). Here we settled down on the huge rocky promentory and enjoyed our lunch. There was a bite to the wind, but it was still very enjoyable!


After lunch, Deb, Raven, Tristan, and Reggie, followed Wayne down a ravine between the largest rocks at the lunch  spot to get a look at the drawings on the rocks down under. There was grafitti drawn, as well, which took away from the site, but there was definitely a drawing to view. Wayne has been told they are Indian and very old. 

Finally, we got the group together and took off again in search of a crossing to Snow Falls. We crossed under power lines and a stubbly sage grass field and into the woods again. After some hiking, we wound back and found ourselves at the creek crossing that proved too much for most of the group. But Tristan, Raven, Richard, and Deb jumped in and crossed over to find their way to the falls. The others high-tailed it back up to loop back to the 'stone door' and back down the same trail we had hiked in on. Che surmised that we hiked approximately 10 miles. 

The following pictures show much of our hike.