Category Archives: Mystery

“But there is a boundary to their realm –the boundary of the dark, horrible, lofty forest. There, like the waves about the Hebrides, the low underwood is agitated continually. But there is no wind throughout the heaven. And the tall primeval trees rock eternally hither and thither with a crashing and mighty sound. And from […]

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“Do the spirits of Cherokee warriors haunt the peaks and ravines of the Shaconage, their name for the “mountains of the blue smoke?” Is Tsistu’yi still the home of the Great Rabbit, chief of the rabbit tribe, or did he retreat in confusion when the white man bestowed the name “Gregory Bald’ on his home? […]

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“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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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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“I do not think the wood feels evil, whatever tales may say. I catch only the faintest echoes of dark places where the hearts of trees are black. There is no malice near us; but there is watchfulness and anger. Do you not feel the tenseness? It takes my breath.”

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Early accounts from explorers that came into this region always had interesting things to say about it. “Regarding the Eastern Smokies, surveyors and authors alike agreed on one thing: the region was very remote and isolated. Arnold Guyot, for whom the mountain would later be named, himself said of the area, “neither the white man […]

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“The Smokies Bury Their Secrets” “A good tracker knows to look for the white. Always look for white. That bright white leads you to fresh tracks, new breaks in twigs, scuff marks. Things that lead you to people.” – Dwight McCarter, man-tracker On June 14, 1969 six year old Dennis Martin disappeared from Spence Field.  […]

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