Showing posts with label Gatlinburg Tennessee. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Gatlinburg Tennessee. Show all posts

Saturday, May 14, 2011

mountain blood



If you are familiar with the Great Smoky Mountains National Park, you might recognize this cabin south of Gatlinburg in the foothills of Mt. LeConte. It's located on the Motor Nature Trail, a one-way road that winds through the mountains between Cherokee Orchard and Roaring Fork. The sign in front records it as the Jim Bales or James Bales home site. If you note the similarity between our last names you might think there was a connection.

Indeed, you would be right.

Jim Bales was my great grandfather. My grandfather Homer Daniel—born January 5, 1899—grew up at this site along the creek. He eventually married my grandmother Pearl and moved over the ridge to the Baskins Creek watershed. There they had four children, the last of which was my father Russell.

In 1929, the Bales family sold their 200 acres for $2,000 and the parcel became part of the new national park. Two thousand dollars was a lot of money for poor folks.

Monday, June 7, 2010

clear and sweet




If you can indulge me with a little more "good-natured" Whitman...

"Clear and sweet is my soul....and clear and sweet
is all that is not my soul."



- From "Song of Myself" by Walt Whitman. Photo of West Prong of the Little Pigeon River a few miles downstream from my hometown, Gatlinburg, Tennessee.


Tuesday, May 18, 2010

rah-coonus wet





Mid-morning and damp. Rain had fallen off and on all night. A last, slow drizzle was easing up and the clouds beginning to lift when I encountered the raccoon grooming her wet fur. Although she was 30 to 40 feet above the ground, I was upslope, which put us on the same level. Eye to eye, so to speak. But she paid me no mind and continued her morning cleanup.

As a general rule, raccoons are nocturnal. But having said that, you are apt to see them out and about during daylight in May and June.

Female raccoons birth their young in hollow trees high off the ground. At this time of the year they need extra nutrients and have to forage more often, even during the day, even in the rain with wet fur.

- Photo taken on mountain overlooking Gatlinburg, Tennessee