Continuing north along the western rim of the canyon we popped out on highway 35 and then off onto 295 looking for a forest service road that would take us north toward DeSoto State Park. Turning onto this FS road we were greeted not by a road, but what looked like a flowing stream. Huge amounts of rain and run off were flooding the road as we made our way through. A water crossing at the beginning of the road appeared to probably be only a few feet wide and a foot deep on a normal day...hardly worth even noting. Today however it was 7 or 8 feet across and several feet deep...lots of fun.
The road itself wasn't difficult, I had switched into AWD just for some sure-footedness, but didn't lock the center dif or drop into 4lo at any point. We continued down the road enjoying the rain, the mud and the puddles. There were a couple of gateless roads that split off our main track, but without knowing what sort of trailer turn around options were available on them we bypassed these options to return another time.
Eventually our track brought us to another water crossing. On a normal day I suspect this one is probably doable in anything with 4wd and a small amount of ground clearance...maybe in small cross overs. Today however it was a raging torrent of angry water.
After some debate, throwing a rock that made a deep sounding ke-plunk and some poking with a stick we opted to turn around and go back the way we came. No point in risking the vehicles or the tear drop as this water was moving quite fast and was of an unknown depth. After getting back to pavement we put ourselves at the mercy of Google maps navigation and headed for DeSoto State Park for the night.
Once at the park our plan was to utilize the primitive campground as it has a large stone pavilion with a fireplace in one end. Perfect for campfire time out of the rain. (Picture from a 2012 motorcycle trip
Unfortunately when checking in the State Park employee insisted on listing the teardrop as a RV, meaning we were required to camp in the improved campground. So we picked a site and wedged ourselves in between campers and class A motorhomes sporting satellite TV and wifi. We got some interesting looks as we set up camp. It's not every day you see a tiny RV, a green teepee and an idiot in a hammock.
The rain eventually broke late in the evening and we got a fire started on a bed of pine boughs in the fire ring. As the clouds broke we were greeted by an incredibly bright moon and the wind picked up as the temperature dropped. Scott retired to his toasty tear drop, Jeremy to his tent and I to my hammock. I woke up a little after midnight to the sound of sleet and after making a night time stroll to the watering tree I tucked myself back into the hammock as snow began to fall.
We woke up to what would barely be considered a dusting of snow in most of the country. I sure in the population centers of the south east this caused absolute bedlam.
We hit up the lodge for their breakfast buffet and then parted ways and Scott headed to Huntsville and Jeremy and I set off for Cathedral Caverns State Park. It was 30 degrees as we entered the caverns, but the temperatures quickly rose once we were underground. The cave system stays a comfortable 60 - 65 degrees year round. (Photos from an earlier visit with my daughter
After leaving the caverns we headed for Georgia, crossing several ridges that gave amazing views of the Tennessee River.
All in all a good overnight trip...