The descent to the Lodge |
I felt daunted as I contemplated a run there as we made our
way to the cabin in the dark the night before the run. I am from Carter County
and remember the Park fondly from numerous visits during my childhood. The narrow, hilly, winding roads to and
within the Park are etched in my mind along with the beautiful, natural scenery
of cliff walls, lush forest and the rocky stream that greets one upon entrance
to the Park. I particularly
remember the sharp left turn and ascent to the lodging area just past the
Welcome Center and Gift Shop.
As we entered the Park, my husband noted the unlikelihood of
me running in that area and suggested I find some trails the next morning. I am not a trail runner unless I’m on
the American Tobacco Trail or in Umstead State Park, which have wide trails of
crushed gravel. When we made it to
the cabin, I read about trail conditions in a brochure: “All of the park’s trails are hilly,
and many pass near high cliff areas.
For your safety, stay on the marked trails and walk the trails only
during daylight hours.” I quickly
decided that was not a good idea.
During the run I learned that a 6 to 8 mile run or anything
less than that should be manageable and enjoyable. Beyond that, your route
would be overly repetitive and/or hilly.
If you seek hills to run, you will find them at Carter Caves.
Campground with deer |
For someone seeking a short, easy run within the Park, I
suggest running within the cabin loop and to the campground and around the campground. If you don’t mind hills, add on the
descent to the lodge area and the short hill up to the golf course entrance. Be warned that the hills down toward
the lodge and up to the golf course and the course itself are challenging. I
stopped in the pro shop to ask if I could run on the cart path. I was granted permission because no one
was on the course. The course is
beautiful and hilly, and a runner should be careful and watch for broken pavement, mud and loose
gravel.
The most remarkable part of this run was the numerous deer
along my path. Groups of deer
seemed to claim different areas:
camp ground deer, barn deer, and the golf course deer. In one view along the golf
course, I counted eight or nine does clustered together in a small valley.
They were not afraid of me. Some
stood as statues, some ate grass and some sat in the brush. I observed them running at times, and they observed me running and standing still to watch them. I stopped to take pictures, but my phone died quickly, and I regret that I did not capture their beauty. I did get to experience it and will not soon forget the hills at Carter Caves.
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