We decided to re-hike Pinnacle Ridge yesterday since our hike on Coon Ridge went so well. Pinnacle Ridge is about a mile north of Coon Ridge and ends near Hagood Creek as well.
The old logging road isn't as well defined on this ridge line and had a lot more obstacles.
And when it ends at this point, it's a steep climb down to the creek level.
Once we were both down at creek level, I walked on down to Hagood Creek, Patsy sat down to rest. I was very surprised to find it full of water. Downstream less than ¾ mile is where this same creek was completely dry when we walked down Coon Ridge. I would have loved to walk down Hagood Creek and see where the water is going or if it's was blocked by beaver dam. But Patsy just has so many steps per hike and she had used a lot of them up just getting from the truck to here so I didn't go. But I was glad to see the water near normal level in the creek. The mystery is where is it going?
I noticed a carving on this tree while eating lunch. After chalking it, it is R.S. 1903.
Buddy really enjoys these hikes. He's in much better shape than we are.
One of the trees with a special carving we found in March of 2019 had blown over, much to our dismay. The carving was, Claude Boyle April The 6 1916. Patsy did some research on this man as we had found his name carved in a couple of other places in the forest. One year after he carved on this tree, he was in the army in Eurpoe fighting in WW1. He made it back, raised a family, many of whom we knew. We shared this story and offered to lead the family members able into the forest to see this special tree. Sadly none of them were able to make it. I made all of them a video of the carving and Patsy chalking the outline. Here's the picture taken in 2019.
And, sadly, how it looks today.
Not a good picture but an unusally low carving. Mr. EFG in 1938 was on his knees carving this.
And a big surprise, the Black Warrior Mountains has been enjoyed by a person we've all heard of and many have toured his home in Memphis, TN. He left his initials as proof of his visit, although no date of when it happened, he did leave an arrow of the direction he left.
The old logging road isn't as well defined on this ridge line and had a lot more obstacles.
And when it ends at this point, it's a steep climb down to the creek level.
Once we were both down at creek level, I walked on down to Hagood Creek, Patsy sat down to rest. I was very surprised to find it full of water. Downstream less than ¾ mile is where this same creek was completely dry when we walked down Coon Ridge. I would have loved to walk down Hagood Creek and see where the water is going or if it's was blocked by beaver dam. But Patsy just has so many steps per hike and she had used a lot of them up just getting from the truck to here so I didn't go. But I was glad to see the water near normal level in the creek. The mystery is where is it going?
I noticed a carving on this tree while eating lunch. After chalking it, it is R.S. 1903.
Buddy really enjoys these hikes. He's in much better shape than we are.
One of the trees with a special carving we found in March of 2019 had blown over, much to our dismay. The carving was, Claude Boyle April The 6 1916. Patsy did some research on this man as we had found his name carved in a couple of other places in the forest. One year after he carved on this tree, he was in the army in Eurpoe fighting in WW1. He made it back, raised a family, many of whom we knew. We shared this story and offered to lead the family members able into the forest to see this special tree. Sadly none of them were able to make it. I made all of them a video of the carving and Patsy chalking the outline. Here's the picture taken in 2019.
And, sadly, how it looks today.
Not a good picture but an unusally low carving. Mr. EFG in 1938 was on his knees carving this.
And a big surprise, the Black Warrior Mountains has been enjoyed by a person we've all heard of and many have toured his home in Memphis, TN. He left his initials as proof of his visit, although no date of when it happened, he did leave an arrow of the direction he left.
