Struck out on trails
I had to come back to Raleigh Saturday night so hopefully Greg, Juan, and Maria get to do some fun stuff today.
There were no trails, period. None.
Most every township road and forest road I had marked was closed. It was incredibly frustrating, we'd get to the road and it looked very cool but with a big gate on it.
We spoke with some locals at a gas station in Barnardsville - a couple pulled up in a V8 40 while we were there! - and they pretty much confirmed no trails.
We scouted all along and off the BRP and just could not find anything more than dirt roads; except one supernasty river rock garden off a campsite that tempted Greg but led nowhere.
But the good stuff: the weather was incredible! Just completely perfect Friday and Saturday.
Black Mtn campground was very nice, aside from the bear activity. A family fed Greg and me Friday night, all homecooked southern food. One of our camping neighbors talked in his sleep most of the night.
We drove up to the top of Mt. Mitchell, stopped at overlooks on the BRP, and got out and scouted on foot a bit and enjoyed the incredible scenery and sights.
IMHO this is a
perfect place for a relaxing get-away, but obviously there's no wheeling at all. O well.