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Sunday, October 16, 2016

Laurel Run Trail ~ Church Hill, TN {J. Commons Photography ~ Laurel Run Trail}

October 3, 2016 ~ Deanna and I had a friend, Ruth, in town from Michigan.  She joined us on the first part of our adventure to Laurel Run Trail in Church Hill, TN.  The reviews promised beautiful waterfalls.  I will let you be the judge!

This story is going to move from fun to heart pounding to creepy and surreal!

We drove out to the park and found a cute, quaint park with a great kids' playground, a disk golf course, and walking path.  What we didn't find - the trail head!  We walked in circles for a bit and seemed to keep popping up around a park worker who was a little on the strange side.  We finally found the trail head, but laughed the whole way!  The path proved to be 95% uphill from the get, but there were some fun little creek crossings.

Grapes or fungus?

Lower falls?  I think the little drought we have is wreaking some havoc on the water flow!

Oh, look!  More cascading water!

I mean, seriously, I am standing in the creek bed!!

The upper "falls!" Can someone turn the water back on?

Somewhere around this point Ruth had to turn back and get on the road home.  We made her promise to text us and let us know she made it back to her car!  Deanna and I continued along the path.  The trail eventually meets up with the trail system of Bays Mountain.  We were really looking forward to heading into Bays Mountain.  Until the crunch heard around the park - Deanna heard a noise.  I stopped to listen and said, "Um, I am pretty sure that is something large crunching acorns." Deanna said, "I think it's getting louder and closer."  We took a few more quiet steps forward peering into the forest, but could not see anything matching the loud crunching.  Last year, at Cades Cove, I was privy to being up close and personal, from the safety of my car, to a bear crunching away on acorns.  Turns out, not a sound you tend to forget!  We decided Bays Mountain could wait and headed back down the mountain. Every rock we accidentally kicked over the side and every branch that we broke made us jump!  Once we got back down to the "waterfalls" we slowed our pace and began to enjoy our scenery again!  (Side note - last week Mike and I watched a documentary on the Great Smoky Mountains in which a bear was crunching acorns. Yep.  That was clearly the sound!)

Love these little evergreens taking root.

Somehow, Deanna managed not to plow into this little eight legged fellow hanging over the path.

Back off the trail we explored the park a little bit and walked along the Holston River.

I took way too many pictures of these silos across the river!

Since the acorn crunching bear "chased" us back down the trail we didn't get quite the hike in that we had planned.  I remembered a greenbelt that Mike and I visited last fall, I think, and I wanted to explore it a little more.  There's also the very cool haunted mansion, Rotherwood.  

When we pulled into the small parking area there were several cars there and a few of them still had their occupants just sitting there, including a Stanley Steamer Van.  It was a little weird, but we carried on.  As we walked down to the path a man in khakis and a black polo literally hopped/skipped into the grass, sat down, then laid down on his side with a pillow.  I'm not kidding.  Deanna and I just looked at each other.  We walked by him and he rolled over and looked at us with this super creepy smile and slow wave.  Think Stepford Wives (I still curse my friends for making me watch that! 1975 version, not 2004).  We were a little creeped out, but continued on.  We walked along a path where two young guys were fishing.  Thankfully, they were not too creepy.  Out of nowhere there was a man on one of those large deck mowers coming down the path towards us.  The section of path we were on was all concrete and surrounded by water on both sides.  We couldn't figure out if he was coming down the path or not, when he did the creepy smile and slow wave.  No joke.  We were dying! We tried to continue down the path, but much to our chagrin it ended!  We had to go back towards the weird folks!!  We passed the fishers, quickly went by the pillow guy, and headed the other direction.  The grass cutting guy was completely gone. Where the heck did he go so fast?  

At least we found more cool fungus!

We decided we were thoroughly creeped out and turned back around.  I had told Deanna about the large wild cat population that was there the last time I had visited. We didn't see any until we turned around. One lone tabby came out of the bushes to watch us walk by.  Again, no joke.  The pillow guy had been facing away from us, but as we grew closer he flipped over to face us and watch us go by.  We took the path that went under the highway and away from the creeptastic park.  More on that in a minute!

This path actually led back up to the highway and we crossed to return to our car.  The Stanley Steamer Van was still there and the dude watched us the whole time in his side mirror.  As we would get out of his view he would lean further up to keep watching us.  I had my hand on my bear spray and was ready to attack if necessary!!!  We got in the car and left unscathed.  It's really hard to impart the feeling that we had at that park.  I have been in situations where I was scared, worried, and anxious, but none of those quite fit.  I honestly felt like I was in some eerie dream sequence in a Stephen King novel.  It was completely surreal.  

Since we were already in Kingsport we headed to the fish supply store.  On the way we passed a pickup truck with a severe lift kit and it had a clown strapped to the grill.  Deanna tried to get a picture, but couldn't get it.  Things were normal at the pet store, but our last person contact was outside the store with a guy headed into the store - he gave us the creepy smile!  We could not wait to get out of Kingsport!!!!

Hike distance - 7 miles

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