I have no idea how they reached this opinion. Of course I was biased, having just completed Mount Mitchell and had already deemed that the ultimate hiking destination for dogs and for myself.
Max Patch is a bit off the map, so one would think it would be pretty deserted. You have to travel at least seven miles on a gravel/dirt path though National Forest to reach it. So, I was little thrown off by the shear volume of cars scattered along the road before and after the entrance to the area. The parking lot holds only ten cars, as I guess the Forest Service suspected as I did, that few people would venture out for this.
Various sites and books which featured Max Patch told of people coming to this spot to picnic and play frisbee. Again, not sure where these stories came from, but they seem to be something of a rural legend. Tucker and I reached the first cross-trail, and encountered winds strong enough to blow Tucker’s ears almost clear off his head.
Tucker and I took the trail to the left and further down the hill we met up with that left-left trail we hadn’t taken to begin with. It wasn’t as though we’d be getting lost—it was one big open space—so it wasn’t too much of a loss. I decided we’d take that way upon our return.