When I was at Mount Mitchell (what I considered the very best), I saw this picture which made me giggle (because I’m twelve years old.)
I enjoyed the remoteness of it as I go to the woods to enjoy nature, not human company of tourists. But I like certain things like trailhead markers so I know I’m at the right starting point. It certainly wasn’t as the book described.
The main issue with the trail was that it was so overgrown on either side that it collapsed the trail, and Tucker being about 2 feet tall, got the brunt of weeds, seeds, and hopefully not foxtails in his face. If he was in front, his face was used to bushwhack through, and when I stepped in front, he got whipped in the head from the weeds that sprung back behind my legs.
I don’t know if we even made it to Point Misery. The trek there was so miserable, I made the executive decision to turn us around after an hour of walking, listening to Tucker gag and sneeze and pant the entire way behind me.
We only had two hours of walking, which just isn’t enough for us in a weekend. To not make the entire trip a disappointment, on our way back south, we stopped for another hike considered to be “best”: Craggy Pinnacle.
Indeed not remote, and yes, teeming with people, but I was totally okay with that. Back on the same page with the book, I have to agree that although a short hike, it is a great one. I found the trailhead instantly, and even though there were people, it wasn’t obnoxious. And honestly, you couldn’t beat the view--even from the parking lot.
It was far too hot for Tucker so we only stayed up out of the treeline for a little while to enjoy the view. He still wanted to see it all.
I overestimated Tucker’s tolerance by four feet. Note: that's not my truck.