The hikes I have remaining are long, require numerous stream crossings, and a great deal of elevation change.  Well with it getting colder, the strong chance for showers this week, and the closure of the Dome Road fast approaching, those hikes will probably get placed on the back burner.  But that doesn't mean I can't rack up more new miles along some of the forgotten trails.
          Enter Blanket Mountain.
          It is a prominent peak on the Tennessee side of the park and can easily be seen from Mount LeConte, the trail up to Laurel Falls, and from Cades Cove.  But the trail is no longer maintained or recognized by the park service, particularly since the removal of its fire tower decades ago.  The trail is still easily accessible from Jakes Gap and taken by many who know about it.  With that said, I elected to get in a short hike up to the summit and back down before the potential rains would roll in that afternoon.
          Much to my surprise, the park has apparently extended the length of Jakes Creek Trail down to a paved parking lot.  Likely a result of all the renovation projects going on in Elkmont, the distance is now 3.7 miles from the trailhead to Jakes Gap as opposed to 3.3 miles of late.  This was good to know because it meant I had 0.4 miles of new trails to suddenly acquire.  Peace of cake.  The walk up the old road takes one past several deteriorating summer homes.  The fallen leaves added some beauty to the ghostly, rotting buildings.
          The grade up Jakes Creek is a moderate and enjoyable climb, especially this time of year with the woods being so open.  Most of the way up I was walking through a fine mist.  It never rained but I could see the clouds reaching down cloak the surrounding ridges.  I was worried that I would be in the clear the entire until the very top; thus, losing the views that were my whole reason for doing this hike.  The mist was refreshing because it was unusually warm day.  Here I was in shorts and a shirt, breaking a sweat, and it's in the middle of November! Who knew?
          When I reached Jakes Gap, the wind picked up considerably, and I could see to my right that Blanket Mountain was just below the cloud ceiling.  I wasted no time and knew right where I had to go.  There is no signage or mileage posted, but I knew from my 1973 Sierra Club Smokies Hiking Guide that the trail heads north along the ridge for 0.7 miles, gaining about 550 feet in elevation.  The manway is obvious the entire way.  There were a couple blowdowns but passable.  The rhododendron growth encroaches the path higher up but nothing a crouched position can't solve.  Just before reaching the summit, a few boulders stand out to the left edge of the trail.  They afford one views to the west but the trees are growing up and beginning to overtake the vista.  The clouds also covered the higher peaks to my left and the mist was creating a haze.  I could still pick out Tremont below and Cades Cove in the distance.
          Without the tower, views at the summit are nonexistant.  But the area itself is still unique.  There is a large grassy patch that would serve great as a picnic spot, situated where the old watchman's cabin used to sit.  all that remains are a few stones, rusty parts, and a broken chimney.
          As for the tower, the scene is identical to what one sees at Greenbrier Pinnacle, Rich Mountain, High Rocks, and other peaks.  All that remains are four foundation blocks and the first steps of the stair case.  There is always a bit of disappoint with these places because you're left wondering with that "what if" feeling had there been a tower still there and it was a clear day.  Imagine what one could see.
          The descent flew by, but near the end of my hike I picked out a side trail coming in from my left.  I was curious as to where it went for I had never recognized it anytime I did Jakes Creek prior.  I skirted the edge of the trail and found a steep set of steps dropping down.  There was no sign describing where it went and if you weren't looking for it, you'd surely miss it.  The steps were well made and the path was in good shape, so I decided to take it.  A good decision.  A little ways in the path crosses the creek over a long foot bridge.  Now I'm thinking that if this bridge is here, surely something of significance is out here.  I looked around and finally saw the shine off a roof up and to my right.  I knew right away what I was looking at.  The Avent Cabin.  I had heard it was out here somewhere, but was never sure where to start looking, cue my confusion when I saw the path.  What a find!
          The building itself is in great shape.  It's all sealed up, but I took a peek inside through a door held shut by a few rocks.  Not much in there in the way of artifacts except for the bed springs and frames and red curtains in the top window.  I closed the door and restored the rocks to their original holding positions.  When all was said and done, I had managed to walk 1.3 new miles instead of the 0.7 I was expecting.  How 'bout them apples?
I thought I would share the fall color progression that occurs from Campbell Overlook as one looks up at Balsam Point.  Colors cascade down the mountain beginning in late September from the very top and don't reach the bottom until mid November.  The transformation from green to gold is staggering and an incredible sight to behold.
October 9, 2011
October 20, 2011
November 1, 2011
November 13, 2011
          Rejuvinated and ready to return to the cove and finish the job, it was another early morning start at the Abrams Falls trailhead.  This time I would make a loop of Rabbit Creek, Hannah Mountain, and Abrams Falls trails encompassing 11.2 miles.  I would see another angle of the tornado destruction, enjoy some more fall color, and experience deja vu by hiking Abrams Falls for the second day in a row.  All worth it, even the three unbridged stream crossings through ice cold waters.
          The first stream crossing happenings right out of the gate.  I made the drive in my water shoes since it would have been pointless to change out of my boots just to put them back on one more time than necessary.  The temperature was in the 30's still for the sun had recently risen, and I'm sure the water temperature was well below that.  It sure felt like it anyways.  Once you get both feet in that kind of water, the numbing, sluggish, and tingling sensations are quick to attack.  Not the same refreshing feeling one would get in the summer time.  I made it across quickly, dried off the feet and ankles, and slipped into my warm and dry boots.
Much of the way along Rabbit Creek Trail saw me walking through a dense leaf litter of freshly fallen leaves.  The crunching and swooshing sound caused by my steps was deafening at times but good fun. 
          The second stream crossing at the campsite was hairy but I managed to make it across with my boots on, finding good foot holds on a few slick but sturdy rocks.  Shortly after I passed through an area where heavy winds created several blowdowns, the major reason this 5.1 mile section of trail was closed until recently.  It wasn't the path where the tornado passed through, but a great deal of damage had been done.  Here at the junction with Hannah Mountain, you can see how it now serves as a sort of catch-all for debris.  I didn't see it, but according to LeConte llama wrangler Alan, the shorter western portion of Rabbit Creek has a dramatic clearing from where the tornado tore through.  I'll check that out at a later date.  My journey was turning right on Hannah Mountain for the second half of the day's loop.
          The last half mile before reaching Abrams Creek, the forest shows signs of destruction caused by fierce winds, perhaps stemming from the tornado's edges, but not in its direct path.  The ridges were still in good shape, but the drainage that the trail follows was pretty gutted out.  Uprooted trees and broken limbs were everywhere and the trail was lined with stacks of debris.  Before the trail swings down toward the creek, I caught a glimpse of the devastation I had walked through yesterday, seeing the bare ridges up and to my left.
          The third and final stream crossing at Abrams Creek is not only the biggest for this loop, but one of the biggest in this park.  I was fortunate in that we hadn't seen any rain recently, so water levels were on the low side.  But I still needed to pick my path with precision, for there are several deep trenches that could send one swimming if careless.  I tried to follow the under water plateaus, even if it meant heading up or down stream, not directly across the stream.  Again, the water was biting with a crushing force of cold.  Every few steps I would stand atop a boulder and wait just to let the slightly warmer air give me some relief.  I imagine trying to do the trails with back-to-back-to-back stream crossings like Eagle Creek, Hazel Creek, and Forney Creek would be agonizing this time of year.  I reached the other side, dried off, and threw on the boots with joy knowing that I wouldn't have to take them off again.
          Here I was, back on Abrams Falls for the second time in about 18 hours.  Not that I originally planned it this way, but if there's a 4.2 mile stretch I don't mind repeating just because it's so easy, this would be a good pick.  The early morning light gave me a different look at the forest than I had yesterday afternoon.  The fall colors were certainly standing out more, particularly the red maples like this little guy and the countless red oaks.  Several of the ridges between the falls and the trailhead were just loaded with full and vibrant red oaks.  I was grateful for not overextending myself yesterday to try and complete these trails and choosing to come back today and really enjoy myself and the wilderness.
          After a three month hiatus from hiking any new miles in the park, it was time to get back on track.  This was to be my best day in terms of weather, and with fall color peaking at the lowest elevations, the trails I had left west of the cove were screaming at me to be hiked.  I gladly obliged and got an early start.  I was nervous about reaching my destination because of the prescribed burns that park must do to preserve the cove and prevent the forest from moving in and eating it up.  Alas, the trailhead at Abrams Falls was open when I arrived.  I was also excited to be here because two more trails that were bombarded by the EF-4 Tornado back in April, Cooper Road and Rabbit Creek, had been reopened to public access.  I was anxious to see what nature had done and how the park service had responded.  It was shaping up to be a long but thoroughly rewarding day.
What appears as a serene morning mist hovering over Cades Cove is actually the result of the park service's prescribed burns to maintain the current look of the fields.  At least you can't smell it through the picture!
Within a few miles, the evidence started to pile up in the form of broken trunks, uprooted stumps, and severed limbs.  The path of the tornado has clearly left its mark on these mountains.
Despite the destruction, the fall color was living up to and exceeding expectations.  Here I look up at one of the most vibrant red maples and red oaks I have ever seen, and here they are side by side. Score!
The out and back along Cane Creek was indeed monotonous, but occasionally broken up by unbridged stream crossings and pretty trees.  At this crossing, leaves, water, sun, and sky meet in dramatic fashion.
It took a while but I finally reached the terminus of Cooper Road at Abrams Creek Campground.  Before beginning the final leg of the day's hike, I enjoyed a snack at this serene spot beside the water in silence.
          The Little Bottoms Trail is unique in that it is not a graded a trail much of the way.  It skirts steeply up and down hills, meanders through boulders, tip-toes along the shore of Abrams Creek, and now possesses one of the most awesome and impressive sights in the park.  In the last half mile heading southeast, one rounds a corner past a campsite and gets introduced to a rare sight.  The trees - stripped, battered, and missing - now give way to a view that will surely take your breath away.  You look up, out, and all around you and soak in the devastation.  Your jaw drops, your eyes widen, and your steps get shorter.  You yourself feel smaller in the grand scheme of things because the sight makes you realize that there are forces in this world that are infinitely greater and stronger than you'll ever be.  It is one of the most humbling experiences I've ever had.
Like the sands of the desert, the winds mold, crack, snap, and reshape the face of the Earth.
Will the injuries sustained by this tree bring its end, or will it survive and prevail?  Only time will tell here.  The landscape has been altered forever, and the next several decades will see a great amount of change in this corner of the park.
          The response by the trail maintenance crews of this park and the others that came to its aid was incredible.  Their work in removing the debris and reconstructing trails amid the devastation has been masterful and should be commended.  The trails they've been able to reopen are those that criss-crossed the path of the tornado.  Those that the twister basically followed for miles and miles, Hatcher Mountain and Beard Cane, remain closed and will take a great deal of time and effort to clear and reconstruct.  But from what I've seen, the crews are up to the task and the end product should be first class.  Job well done!
          I call this Tulip Poplar now the "Tree of Hope."  It stands tall and proud, yet severely battered, approximately 70-80 feet in the air.  It has been completely stripped of all its limbs from bottom to top, like a utility pole, save for this little bush at the very top.  Somehow, this tree was able to weather the storm and cling to life.  It serves as a reminder that there is always hope, that all things are possible, whatever the conditions, despite the great adversities one may face.
          My original plan to finish out the remaining trails west of the cove fell short once I reached the junction with Abrams Falls Trail.  Instead of taking Hannah Mountain and Rabbit Creek back to my vehicle, I decided to save the toll on my legs and shave off a few miles and elevation change.  I also wanted to be able to enjoy those trails instead of dreading them by dragging my feet as dark approaches.  I took Abrams Falls because it was the quickest and most direct way back.  When I reached the falls, the lighting was optimal for good pictures, so I stopped for a bit and enjoyed it.  Those last few miles of the hike saw me in a state of shock and humility from the scene I had just witnessed.  If you ever have a chance to hike the trails west of Cades Cove, especially when all the trails have been reopened, I would highly recommend doing so.  It is an unforgettable sight to see.
With only one hike remaining in the eastern half of the park, I had a day with decent weather to complete a loop hike between Mount Sterling and Cataloochee in the shape of a baseball diamond full of ups and downs.
The White Wood Asters were in abundance along the Mount Sterling Ridge.
Aaahhh...the lovely mudpits of the Mount Sterling Ridge Trail...
A bridge crossing through a coneflower thicket near the lower end of Pretty Hollow Gap Trail.
Passing below the Little Cataloochee Baptist Church.
Don't those pictures look familiar? Why...YES! I took them a few weeks ago on that delightful hike up Gunter Fork.  It seems the NPS put the photos and map I sent them about the slides to good use, posting them at various trailheads on the park's east side.
With the number of remaining hikes left to do dwindling, the time was right to make the jaunt up and over the AT from Cades Cove to Fontana for the second time.  It would be a much shorter trek this time around, and more refreshing, as I would head down Eagle Creek and enjoy its numerous unbridged crossings.
Blackberry patches are opening up all across Spence Field.
A rather clear morning standing at the base of Thunderhead.
There are a great deal of artificats along Eagle Creek.  This is a bent piece of train rail lying in the creek.
One of twenty stream crossings, this one third from the end where the sun glimmers in the water. Sometimes I would find the deeper places to stroll through because it felt so nice on the legs and feet.
Looking out from the Foothills Parkway, that brown scar you see is the path of the EF-4 Tornado that struck the park back in the spring, devastating several of the western trails.  Beard Cane, Hatcher Mountain, and Rabbit Creek trails remain closed at the moment because of it.
One hike I had been delaying for quite some time was the Hyatt Ridge and Beech Gap loop including an out and back along Enloe Creek.  It visits some of the park's beautiful and remote high country but not before taking the steep climb out of Straight Fork.
On many occasions there were great stands of tall bellflower in full bloom, some bigger than their neighboring saplings.
The steel monster that crosses the gorge of the Raven Fork.  Back in 1992, a freak storm dumped 4" of water in an hour creating a 12 foot wall of water that touched this bridge and roared down the valley. Crazy!
An unfortunate circumstance I came upon along Enloe Creek.  I was able to rock a little ways upstream, but not before I came face to face with a massive spider in the rhododendron I hung on to.  In the words of Arnold Schwarzenegger in True Lies..."The breedge is ooouuuuuuuuuuttt!!!!!!"
A very pleasant setting for Campsite #44 at McGee Spring.  Coneflower and Bee Balm covered the floor and a gentle breeze passed through the gap.
A dreaded hike to say the least, but one that needed to be done...a 37 mile march in the 90+ degree heat of summer at the lowest elevations along Lakeshore.  Fontana to "The Tunnel" with stops at every creek crossing and swimming hole in order to cool off.
One of many car's left to nature within the first few miles east of Fontana Dam, some beside the old road, others smashed into trees, some on their backs in the valley below.
The early morning light beginning to shine down on the mouth of Eagle Creek.
The emerald waters where Hazel Creek empties into Fontana Lake.
Shades of blue from sea to sky as seen from the Ollie Cove trailhead at water's edge.

The rest of the day was spent not taking pictures but rather surviving the brutal heat of the day and finding reprieve the few times the trail crossed creeks or skirted the shoreline.
With one last hiker friendly horse trail left to do, it was time to finally knock out Tow String that connects the namesake horse camp with Bradley Fork Trail out of Smokemont.
Looking across one of the open fields near the Tow String horse camp early on in the hike.  For a horse trail, the conditions were superb minus one blowdown.  Well graded, smooth stone surfaces at times, no mud pits, a job well done by the park service on this one!
          With the number of hikes left to do in the park reaching single digits, I was yet to really explore the heart of Cataloochee.  That was to change today with two hikes, the first around the Boogerman Loop, and the second up and back Palmer Creek.
The drive from Gatlinburg to the southern entrance to Cataloochee is an interesting one...through the city, then the countryside, then over the Foothills Parkway, then winding through narrow gorges at high speeds on I-40, then up and over the Cataloochee Divide on narrow, unpaved, windy roads.
View of the ridges that surround Cataloochee from an overlook on the way in.
One of a great number of footbridges along Caldwell Fork, though this one has seen better days.  It required a leap and bear hug to make it across without getting wet.
The upper reaches of the Boogerman Trail take one through some old growth forest dominated by massive Tulip Poplars.  This one was unique because of its hollowed out interior, large enough to house a few people.
The higher part of Palmer Creek Trail follows the ridgeline through a Rosebay Rhododendron tunnel, in which the blooms blanketed the floor.
Upon reaching trail's end atop Balsam Mountain Road, a backhoe was just finishing some road maintenance by smoothing out surfaces.
I was finished with hiking, but I still had plenty of sights to see along the roads that cut through the heart of Cataloochee.  Here's looking across the field toward the Caldwell Barn.
Fortunately, I was able to at least see one Bull Elk before leaving the valley, this guy hanging out in the yard of Palmer Place.