Showing posts with label historic site. Show all posts
Showing posts with label historic site. Show all posts

Friday, March 24, 2017

The Other Side of Eastatoe Falls

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Back in 2009, I visited a waterfall nearby for the first time.  Its name is Eastatoe Falls, but it is also known as Twin Falls. The latter name comes because there are actually two waterfalls here that are side by aside. 

See:

The two falls are quite different from one another, the left being mostly a straight drop top to bottom, the right being a cascading falls. The two falls are along Reedy Cove Creek

I wrote about visiting the falls here.  You might recall that there is a little bit of narrow gravel road to get to the parking area, but not enough to keep most riders away.  It is a ¼ mile walk from the lot to the observation platform at the base of the falls, so you can make it even in riding boots. 

I had heard that the top of the falls has some interesting things to see, so I researched how to get there.  It turns out that there was once a railroad here owned by the Appalachian Lumber Company.  They built it to supply lumber from these parts to be used to make sewing machine cabinets at the Singer Sewing Machine Company that was located in Pickens South Carolina, a town I pass through frequently on the way to other places.

There is another way to get to the falls, but to the top instead of the bottom.  First, lets look at the map.

Click here for a larger, interactive map
Pickens is at the bottom.  The bullseye is the location of the falls themselves.  Balloon A is the parking lot for the bottom of the falls, where I visited a few years ago.  Balloon B is the parking area for the trail to the top of the falls. 

The latter parking lot is on Cleo Chapman Road not far off US-178.  Cleo Chapman starts just a little after  the place where 178 starts to get quite twisty on its way north.  Lots of bikers make the run from SC-11 to the North Carolina state line on US-178 because of the extensive curves, both easy and challenging.

The turn onto Cleo Chapman Road is at the scenic establishment shown below, 3.2 miles north of SC-11. The turn is on the south side of the seedy roadhouse called Bob's Place or, alternatively, Scatterbrains. You can't miss it, as they say.


The left turn is across traffic coming around a tight blind bend, so I use care.

Here is a closer view of the falls location and the two parking areas.

Click here for e a larger, interactive map
Cleo Chapman is very twisty and slopes sharply downward for a couple of miles. 

The parking lot (at Balloon B) for the trail to the top of the falls is about ½ mile from US-178 and has space for only two cars.  It is the gravel drive visible just before this sign:


There is a red gate closing off the parking area from the trail, and sign nailed high on a tree indicating the Twin Falls trailhead.


By the way, this is not a very good place to go wearing your bike boots. The terrain is hilly and rough in places, and the walk is a couple of miles


Walk around the gate, and go a few dozen yards to this little sign: 


Turn left and go another few dozen yards to a pair of gateposts on the right.  The trail starts there.

The wide unpaved, roads that go both directions from the sign appear to be fire roads, and do not seem to lead to any points of interest or views.  

After a while of going up and down on the sometimes-steep trail, you come to a place where the railroad right of way existed.  They have installed wooden stairs in some places to help you get up and down the hills.


You can see where the right of way was from the cuts and fills that were used to reduce the grades the locomotives hauling cars loaded with timber had to climb and descend.  The place where the greenery is in the photograph below is one of the cuts, now eroded to a U-shape.   


Despite the extensive cuts and fills, they employed six two and three truck geared locomotives manufactured by Shay to handle the steep grades.

All evidence of the wooden bridges and trestles themselves is long gone, other than the abrupt drop offs where they started and ended.  That is why the trail diverts from time to time -- to go around the places where there were bridges or trestles. 

After less than a mile of walking, I come to the first hard evidence of the railroad: a length of steel rail embedded in the soil.


And a little further along, some more rail. 


The Appalachian Lumber Company Railroad was established in the late 1920s, but met its doom only about two years later.  A storm caused trees and logging debris to wash down the creek, destroying some of the bridges and trestles.  Most of the rail was salvaged, but some was so difficult to remove and so twisted that it was left.

Take a look.



 






There is a date on one of the pieces of rail: 12 89 -- indicating December 1889 -- so the rail was not new to the lumber company railroad, but was purchased used.  That rail was manufactured in Scranton Pennsylvania.

It must have been quite a wash that went through here.  The lumber company couldn't afford to continue logging here as a result.  Some ten years later, the logging operati
on was restarted by the Poinsett Lumber and Manufacture Company, but using trucks for hauling.

The trail stops at the top of the falls near here: 


Please do not venture off the trail and onto the rocks at the brink of the falls.  
Many have slipped and fallen to their deaths here.


The railroad right-of-way extended to Pickens, but I have not located the right of way between here and there.  There is a remnant in a Town Creek Park in Pickens.  See the link to Mark's Photo Travel Blog below. 

The roofed observation platform near the base of the falls on the other side of the creek is visible from high above it on the trail.  I have been there several times before. 


It is centered in the frame above with the path leading to the parking area off to its left.

This is what it looked like from the base of the falls on an earlier trip: 


And a view from the platform that day:




Well, this wasn't much of a motorcycle posting, but it was a good day in the outdoors to see a local natural attraction from another viewpoint.

Come and visit us here in the Carolinas so you can see some of the sights and ride our great motorcycle roads! 


Links to More Info:

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Wednesday, August 19, 2015

Fields of the Wood

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Ever see anything like this?

See: Exodus 20:2-17

Neither had I until this week.  The weather forecast for the week showed rain, rain, rain, except for Monday.  So, I took the day and went to a pretty neat place up near Murphy North Carolina.

That's where I took the photo above.  The gigantic Ten Commandments are on a hillside at a place called Fields of the Wood Bible Park.  All you have to do is go in and look around.  It is free for the asking.  (More about that later.)

The place covers some 210 acres, and includes dozens of concrete markers with information and inspiration from the Bible.  It is almost as though you are walking through that precious book as you explore here.  The place is a ministry of: the Church of God of Prophecy in Cleveland Tennessee

I found out about it way back in October of 2011 on the Carolina Rider Forum.  The tall guy who used to post quite a bit there, Stretch, had set it as a tag, but nobody went after it for some reason.  


Well, I finally took the time to go there.  Better late than never, I'd say.

It is 256 miles round trip, without diversions.  With diversions, it can be as long as your hind end can stand your saddle, since there are some nice curvy roads there and about. 

[So.  How do you get there, Bucky?]

I took the most direct route, using Harley-Davidson Ride Planner.  (That's the website that works so much better than Google Maps and the one that downloads your custom route directly to your GPS if you want it to.)  I wrote about how it works back in April or 2015.

Here is the route:

Click here for a Bing interactive map

Major towns and road names starting in Easley, SC, on the right side of the map:

  • US-123 S, 34.0 mi
  • Clemson, SC
  • Seneca, SC
  • Westminster, SC
  • Brasstown, SC
  • US-76 W, 25.6 mi
  • Long Creek, SC
  • Enter Georgia
  • Clayton, GA
  • US-23/US-441/US-76, 0.3 mi
  • US-76 W, 31.2 mi
  • Macedonia, GA
  • Hiawassee, GA
  • Hwy 17 N/GA-515 E, 1.1 mi
  • Enter North Carolina
  • Hayesville, NC
  • NC-69 N, 3.5 mi
  • US-64 W, 13.5 mi
  • Murphy, NC
  • US-129 S/US-19 S/US-64 W/US-74 W, 8.0 mi
  • NC-294 W, 9.9 mi

Arrive at Fields of the Wood, 10000 NC-294, Murphy, NC, 28906


There are some nice sweeping curves on the road between Brasstown and Clayton and between Clayton and Macedonia.  There are also some between Hayesville and Murphy.  The rest of the roads are mostly less challenging.  There were almost no areas of less-than-excellent pavement that I saw, and the traffic was light. 

And remember that Deal's Gap, and the Tail of the Dragon are only about 58 miles from Murphy on this route

[What else can I see there at Fields of the Wood?]

Well, here is the entrance:


And the arch just beyond it: 


The arch and the road beyond it:



These things can also be found:


A satellite view:


At the top of the Ten Commandments mountain, is a 30 foot tall open Bible. 


It is open to the passage in Matthew 22:37-39, where Jesus replied [to an expert of the law who was trying to trick him, asking, "Teacher, which is the greatest commandment in the Law?"]: "'Love the Lord your God with all your heart and with all your soul and with all your mind.'  This is the first and greatest commandment.  And the second is like it: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'  All the Law and the Prophets hang on these two commandments."  A lot of people don't know that there are many more than ten commandments, and these are two of them.

A closer view of the open Bible:  


View from the top of Prayer Mountain, looking through the trees, and across the valley at the Ten Commandments:


It is quite a hike to the top of either Prayer Mountain or the Ten Commandments, but there is a road to get to the top in each case, too.

View from the top of the Ten Commandments, showing Golgotha with the three crosses in the center, the baptismal pool at far left, and Jesus' tomb between the two:


Here is a view from the same vantage point, showing Prayer Mountain just left of center, Psalms of Praise in the center, and a light plane in its shelter at the left: 


The plane was part of a fleet of planes that was used from the 1940s, possibly through the 1960s to distribute Gospel tracts.  It was called the White Angel Fleet, and was based on the airstrip at the site.

Here is an aerial drone tour that takes you through some of the exhibits (without the climbing):



By the way, the free entry -- for the asking -- has some great parallels to the only way you can get to heaven and live forever after you die and leave this earth.  You must believe in your heart of hearts what the following words of the salvation prayer say: 

Dear God in heaven, I come to you in the name of Jesus. I acknowledge to You that I am a sinner, and I am sorry for my sins and the life that I have lived; I need your forgiveness.

I believe that your only begotten Son Jesus Christ shed His precious blood on the cross at Calvary and died for my sins, and I am now willing to turn from my sin.

You said in Your Holy Word, Romans 10:9 that if we confess the Lord our God and believe in our hearts that God raised Jesus from the dead, we shall be saved.

Right now I confess Jesus as the Lord of my soul. With my heart, I believe that God raised Jesus from the dead. This very moment I accept Jesus Christ as my own personal Savior and according to His Word, right now I am saved.

Thank you Jesus for your unlimited grace which has saved me from my sins. I thank you Jesus that your grace never leads to license, but rather it always leads to repentance. Therefore Lord Jesus transform my life so that I may bring glory and honor to you alone and not to myself.

Thank you Jesus for dying for me and giving me eternal life.
Amen.
It is important to note that you don't have to work your way to heaven.  All you have to do is sincerely believe the words above -- it is free for the asking!  Once you do that, then you will want to do good works for others as a result. 


As I am winding down my visit, I notice that the Tennessee state line is a little less than four miles away to the west.  I have only ridden in three states so far -- South Carolina, North Carolina, and Georgia -- so going there would increase my state count by a whopping 33 percent.  I go for it, but I would later regret taking the extra time to dash over there and to try out a few very curvy roads nearby.  


Coming back from Tennessee, it starts sprinkling.  Then it starts to rain.  Then it starts to rain hard.  Then it starts to pour. 


Poor Bucky doesn't have his rainsuit along, either.  There is no choice but to continue. Since I am heading east, I should eventually ride out of it, but it takes an hour and a half to do so.  That's why they call them scattered showers, I believe.  I dry out mostly by the time I pull into my garage.

All together, with my little side excursions, I have ridden 302 miles, my longest single-day ride so far.  Surprisingly, I am not all that tired, even after riding in the rain.  (Maybe the rain invigorated me. Who knows?)  I am a little stiff in the legs the next day, but not bad for an old guy.

I'll tell you about the other curvy roads in a future posting.  Don't miss it. 
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Wednesday, January 22, 2014

Jail Time

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On the way home from a ride in the mountains the other day, I had to spend some time in jail. 

Now, I am sure you'd never have thought that good ‘ol Bucky would wind up behind bars. 

But I did, and here's the view from inside to prove it, looking out through the mesh at my faithful scooter: 
















Here’s the story.  

My time in jail started in a portable cage on wheels that was once used to house prisoners overnight while they were working off their debt to humanity, but were working far enough from the jail building to preclude their returning each night to sleep there.  Back in the early 1900s, a responsible municipality could purchase a cell on wheels that would be located near the workplace of the convicts, and give them a warm, dry -- and secure -- place to spend the night.  

The one I was a captive in, made by Manly in Dalton, GA, slept 18 men, and had a place for a warming fire, and canvas sides to keep the wind out and the heat in.  The steel wheels originally had solid rubber tires that are long gone. After the county acquired gasoline powered trucks and machinery in the 1930s the cage was no longer used.

I had to check it out thoroughly.  There was a latch on the outside, so I opened the door, went in, and had a look around. 

It didn't feel much like home, frankly.  

Going into "my" cell:   

I was smart enough not to close the door behind me. Sure as shootin' some neighborhood kid would come by and lock the door with me inside. 

No, I didn't get trapped inside and then have to appeal for help from some benevolent soul passing by. 

It is the old Pickens, SC jail that this cage sits outside of.  It has been turned into a museum of sorts.  After I left my outside cell, I served some time spent some time in the main building, originally built in 1902.  

…not in a cell, mind you… 
 

Anyway, there is only one cell left in the building. This one:

That noose back there was used for the last two public executions in front of the courthouse in Pickens County in the early 20th century. 
 

The jail looked like this in 1908: 
South Carolina Department of Archives and History
The jailer and his family lived in quarters on the west side of the building.  Some of the barred windows today have shadowy silhouettes of bad guys behind them.  

The jail building houses displays of quite a lot of local history from the olden days.   

There are also some exhibits that describe people who have been important from the area, and there are four Congressional Medal of Honor recipients born around here.  Brave men, those, who served above and beyond the call of duty: 

There is almost always a display of artwork as well.  One of the displays right now is by a Greenville artist, Pat Kilburg.  

She does some of her art using a method called encaustic but uses more familiar materials as well. 
Look here:


I confess that I don't understand the round things as subject matter, but suppose some art connoisseurs must. 

A dozen other artists currently have displays here too.  One of their pieces:
This is a serendipitous one called "the Sky is Falling," by Beth Bullman Regula

I don't understand it either, but it is fun to look at. 

Well, luckily they sprung me after I had looked at all of the displays and artwork, I made my way to freedom, hopped onto the saddle, and headed down the road to the comfort of home.  

Oh.  Try not to go to jail for real, please. 
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