Muddy Hike up the West Ridge

We don’t go up to the top very often, but once in a while—usually in the winter after some of the underbrush dies back—we’ll climb up one of the ridges behind our house to see the valley laid out pretty below us.

Since we live down in a heavily wooded holler, we don’t often get to see the landforms that shape and cradle the little community where we live.

Here’s the spot where we first come out of the woods to an area that was once probably cleared for grazing cattle. You still can’t see the little farmhouses down by the road; we have to climb a bit higher for that…

Coming out of the woods on west ridge
Coming out of the woods on west ridge

There’s a couple of big rocks at this spot; we tend to call it Sunset Rock (perfect place to see the sunset on a clear day) or Bobcat Rock, because one time there was a bobcat scat left out in the middle of the rock by one of the locals, marking his or her territory.

Bee on sunset rock
Bee on sunset rock

I also noticed a winter-blooming witch hazel there at the edge of the forest; there are so many on our mountain, although most of them are fall bloomers rather than winter bloomers. This one will still be growing and going in February, under the snows.

winter-blooming witch hazel up at sunset rock
winter-blooming witch hazel up at sunset rock

Now you can begin to see the little valley and our road. There aren’t many farmhouses, but there are some! There’s more wooded mountain and pasture than anything else, which we think is just about perfect.

Looking down from the west ridge
Looking down from the west ridge

Here’s one more of Bee as we were heading back down. She’s a bit ruffled from the wind. She was so happy to come with us (we didn’t call up her sister Pippi, and Rocky doesn’t like this slippery no-trail hike much any more; they stayed by the fire). Beezus politely ignored both of us when we slid in the mud, and did part of the trail on our backsides.

Bee is a bit ruffled from the wind
Bee is a bit ruffled from the wind

She was uncharacteristically talkative, though, probably because of the scent of bear, deer, and (probably) coyote on our path. We were following a deer trail, and saw both bear and deer scats up here.

I’ll leave you with a last one of Lance and myself, up on the West ridge. We were holding the phone a wee bit crooked, but our footing was a wee bit crooked, too!

Lance & Lisa up on the West Ridge Dec 2023
Lance & Lisa up on the West Ridge Dec 2023

2 comments on “Muddy Hike up the West Ridge

  1. Merri Wolff

    Your posts are like reading a fairy tale. They take me along with you into your “Narnia”.

    • Lisa Creech Bledsoe

      You’re sweet as pie, thank you for taking the time to read AND leave me a comment. I’m glad a few others enjoy these little musings like I do. xoxo

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