Monthly Archives: January 2017

“A pleasing land of drowsy head it was, Of dreams that wave before the half-shut eye; And of gay castles in the clouds that pass, For ever flushing round a summer sky.” ~Washington Irving

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A Russian writer named Prishvin said, ‘Home is where you have found your happiness.’ I think I know where that may be, at least for myself. I’ll reveal this much: it has something to do with those mountains, those forests, those wild, free, lost, full-of-wonder places that rise yet (may they always!) above the squalor […]

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“I loved of a morning to slip on my haversack, pick up my rifle, or maybe a mere staff, and stride forth alone over haphazard routes, to enjoy in my own untutored way the infinite variety of form and color and shade, of plant and tree and animal life, in that superb wilderness that towered there far above […]

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The first caretakers of the mountain LeConte were Paul J. Adams and his 90lb German Shepherd, Cumberland Jack. In the fall of 1925, Adams began the work of constructing the first log cabin on the mountain. When he was satisfied with the new structure, Adams settled in and awaited for the first snows of winter. […]

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At the top of Fort Mountain there lies the ruins of an ancient stone wall. The wall snakes over the mountain for almost 900ft and may have some astronomical alignment. Who ever built it was obviously determined, as it sits at an elevation of close to 3,000ft with no water source to be had. There’s […]

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