“Men say, that in this midnight hour,The disembodied have power,To wander as it liketh them, By wizard oak and fairy stream,Through still and solemn places,And by old walls and tombs, to dream,With pale, cold, mournful faces. I fear them not; for they must be,Spirits of kindest sympathy,Who choose such haunts, and joy to feel, The beauties of this calm night steal, Like music o’er them, while they woo’d, The luxury of Solitude.”
My first look at the Chimney Tops since the fires. Most of the trail leading up to the last quarter mile before the pinnacle was thankfully untouched by the blaze, however the peak itself (by my eyes) looks significantly more ominous.
One of only four towers that remain in the Smoky Mountains, and the highest elevation fire tower in the eastern U.S.
I hear tell Mount Sterling is a haunted mountain..
“One of the more riveting stories to come out of Great Smoky Mountain folklore involves a cold-blooded killing of Union sympathizers by Confederate Captain Albert Teague during the waning days of the Civil War. On a raid into Big Creek, Teague captured three outliers of draft age. The three were tied and marched seven miles over Mount Sterling Gap near Indian Grave Branch where the men were executed by shooting. For many years a bullet-scarred tree remained as a gristly monument to these bewildered men. Before the men were killed, Henry Grooms, a noted Smoky Mountain fiddler, was forced by his captors to play a last tune on his fiddle, which, he’d clutched as he stumbled along. Grooms chose the famous “Bonaparte’s Retreat,” which throughout the mountains was forever recalled as “The Grooms Tune.”
“You are a child of the universe no less than the trees and the stars; you have a right to be here and whether or not it is clear to you, no doubt the universe is unfolding as it should.”
How could you not want a Westy after riding in one. Obviously there's no front end on these things, cause the engines in the back, so it's like sitting on a couch cruising through the mountains.