{"id":6,"date":"2008-02-28T21:38:25","date_gmt":"2008-02-29T02:38:25","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.trailstealth.com\/blog\/?p=6"},"modified":"2008-02-29T10:59:14","modified_gmt":"2008-02-29T15:59:14","slug":"how-it-all-began","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.trailstealth.com\/blog\/trailstealth\/how-it-all-began.html","title":{"rendered":"How it all Began"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I was lucky, I suppose, and learned about the beauty of nature at a young age.  I was 3 years old when my family moved from Kentucky to East Tennessee, and since my father was a botany teacher and a naturalist, I was taken to some awesome places as a child.  Roan Mountain and Unaka Mountain immediately come to mind, but there were other places&#8211;some places that I don&#8217;t remember where they were even.<\/p>\n<p>Obviously things have changed alot since I was 4 years old, and some of those places we used to drive to in the ol&#8217; VW bus are now inaccessible to vehicles, or require a 4-wheel drive, like much of Rich Mountain. <img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.guitar-antics.com\/trailstealth\/images\/stories\/site_pics\/unaka.jpg\" alt=\"unaka mtn.\" align=\"middle\" height=\"277\" width=\"400\" \/><br \/>\nUnaka Mountain was my playground, and Sunday picnics at the Unaka overlook were quite common for us.  I have many memories of picking blueberries where the Appalachian Trail used to descend into Limestone Cove.  That is the first time I recall being &#8216;on the trail&#8217;. <!--more--><\/p>\n<p>I would eat a few berries and play with my trucks in the dirt.  That is when I stumbled across the trail leaving the meadow with the berry bushes and entering into the canopy of trees.  It felt good in the shade, and I followed the trail for a little while, amazed that it kept going farther than I could see.  Even then, I was intrigued.<\/p>\n<p>After picking berries (I mostly just ate them), my family and I would travel down the mountain where we could play in the creek&#8211;probably my favorite thing to do back then.  We would also sometimes travel to Roan Mountain and pick blueberries on Jane Bald, as well.  I didn&#8217;t know it at the time, but the Appalachian Trail went right over that place (many years later I met a fellow, another botanist, who had helped to plant the small grove of fir trees there, and still wondered why they never spread).  I remember those moments with much fondness.<\/p>\n<p>It was several years later, while attending ETSU, that one of my guitar pickin&#8217; buddies was planning a hike in the Sampson Mountain\/Clark&#8217;s Creek Wilderness Area to locate some waterfalls and asked me if I wanted to go.  I said &#8216;sure&#8217;.  However, I forgot all about that, and went out to the bars that night, and didn&#8217;t get home until early in the morning.  Then, about 7:30 that morning, I was surprised when RAT and another guy knocked on my door and woke me up.  It was Saturday, and I was tired, but got up and went hiking anyway, having earned several &#8216;demerits&#8217; for not showing up when I was supposed to.<\/p>\n<p>Walking to the &#8216;lower&#8217; Sill Branch Falls was easy enough, since we could drive within a a half mile of that place.  Then, with map in hand, we went on a faint trace of a trail that eventually led us to the &#8216;upper&#8217; Sill Branch Falls.  I ate lunch sitting on a log on top of the falls, and caught my second wind.  It was as if I had just woke up there on top of the falls&#8230;the fresh air and scenery was intoxicating and inspiring.  And so that is how the Rat Patrol Hiking Club came to be.<\/p>\n<p>That was 1987, and I have been hooked on hiking and camping ever since.<\/p>\n<p>&#8211;Boulderman<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I was lucky, I suppose, and learned about the beauty of nature at a young age. I was 3 years old when my family moved from Kentucky to East Tennessee, and since my father was a botany teacher and a naturalist, I was taken to some awesome places as a child. 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