While hiking in the Appalachian Mountains, you often arrive at vista points from which you see nothing but rolling, forested mountains for miles in every direction. That’s because the Appalachians form one of the few contiguous wilderness areas east of the Mississippi River. I wasn't prepared for such isolation on my recent summertime vacation here, but I greeted it happily.
I was finally exploring a place I’d wanted to see for years, drawn by the deep broad-leafed forests, abundant creeks, waterfalls and granite outcroppings, a rich tapestry that spreads across Tennessee and North Carolina and as far north as Newfoundland. Yet years of carting camera gear had made me leery. Having reached a certain age, I wasn’t eager to lug a 60-pound-plus backpack full of equipment as I negotiated the narrow chutes and clambered up the root-strewn inclines that make this region so mystical.
But then I learned that you can hike with porters in the Appalachian Mountains — like those who carry hikers’ gear on peaks like Mount Everest — and was sold. Friends and I signed on with the Wildland Trekking Company’s porter-assisted backpacking trip in North Carolina’s Pisgah National Forest. We set off on the Art Loeb Trail, a 30.1-mile journey that ascends the rolling mountaintops through the Shining Rock Wilderness toward Cold Mountain, the region made famous by the 1997 Charles Frazier novel of the same name. Our trailhead, about an hour from Asheville, led us through goldenrod meadows to Black Balsam Knob and the 6,040-foot Tennent Mountain. At one point we ducked through a tunnel of arching rhododendron bushes, their pink flowers just starting to fade.
As a Pacific Northwest resident, I feel a certain ownership of the rhododendron, one species of which is the state flower of Washington state. That is, until I disappeared into another 25-foot rhodo tunnel. This waxy-leaved evergreen clearly thrives here; on the first night of camping, I discovered that my tent has been erected under a rhododendron grove. We have multiple rhodie shrubs in Washington state, but no rhododendron forests like this. Respect was due.
At our campsite, chairs and provisions were waiting for us. Kyle, our guide and Wildland Trekking’s Ashville manager, set about preparing a snack of cheese and crackers. We settled into camp life and the prospect of three days spent deep in the wilds of Appalachia.