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Big Horn National Forest

I’ve always been curious about the Big Horn Mountains which are a spur of the Rocky Mountains in northwest Wyoming. The Big Horn Mountains are characterized by high alpine meadows and towering peaks. We drove in through Sheridan, Wyoming and made our way to the Dead Swede campground, named for…the dead Swede buried in the area. To get there, we drove several miles over partially packed gravel, but it was no problem. The elevation of the campground was approximately 8,400 feet. The high alpine meadows were filled with wildlife, and we saw five bull moose off the side of the road as we drove in. Our campsite was just a few feet from the south fork of the Tongue River which is a good trout fishery. Once we set up camp, Eli explored the granite boulder field and Korin found a moose resting in a nearby meadow, about 100 yards from our campsite. In the evening, Eli and I cast a few lures into the river and caught a few brook trout. As we settled down for an evening fire very friendly deer wandered into our site and it was clear they have been habituated to human presence. This made for an interesting evening.

The next morning we were greeted by a big cow moose in our campsite. There is nothing like having your morning coffee in the trailer while watching a moose. The morning was beautiful, so we decided to complete a hike up the Black Mountain Fire Lookout. We took a dirt road to a fire road, crossed a stream with the truck and set out on our hike up a 1 ½ mile path gaining 1500 feet. The hike was steep, and we were winded from the elevation, but it was rewarding at the end. At the top, we found a fire lookout station where rangers live during peak fire season. We had a clear view of the cloud peak wilderness with peaks as high as 13,000 feet but soon after we got to the summit, clouds rolled in, so we decided to head back down. That night was the strongest storm we’ve been in while camping. The wind was howling, we heard branches falling and the hail was intense. Our tailer was blowing around quite a bit. When we woke up there was quarter inch hail all over the ground, but it melted quickly as the sun came up over the mountain tops. Steam was coming off the trees as the dry air moved in and there were some very unhappy tent campers that decided they had enough of the big horns. The tongue river was swollen from the night storm and the fishing conditions dramatically improved. While catching trout along the bank I also got to see a river otter emerge from its den. That afternoon we did a hike along the south fork of the tongue river and Eli and I caught many brook trout as we walked through the forest. Rain was threating again so we decided to take a drive to shell falls on the western side of the Big Horns. The view of the falls was spectacular. The next morning we packed up and headed down route 14A which turned out to be one of the steepest roads I’ve ever driven. It was 10% grade for 10 miles! Korin and Eli enjoyed the views across the valley into Yellowstone while I focused on the road. I definitely want to go back to the Big Horns due to the abundance of wildlife, great fishing and beautiful views. By the time we left, we had lost track of how many moose we saw while we were there.

Big Horn National Forest
Our campsite in Dead Swede Campground
Eli loved the rock scrambling area n our campground
Eli Fishing across from our campsite
A moose relaxing in the campground
Matt catches a fish
Starting the Black Mountain Lookout trail
Eli on the Black Mountain Lookout Trail
Eli after the steep hike to Black Mountain Lookout
Matt, Korin and Eli after hiking to the top of Black Mountain Lookout
Korin and Eli having a snack near the top of Black Mountain
A moose drinks from the river across from our campsite
Fly Fishing
Matt and Eli fishing along the south fork of the Tongue River
Eli catches!
Sheep along the road in Big Horn National Forest
Shell Falls

Devils Tower National Monument

After touring the Biltmore, we said goodbye to my parents and Samantha. We headed west and made it all the way to my sister Kathleen and brother-in-law Steve’s house in Oak Grove, Missouri. We stayed overnight but headed out very early the next morning as Kathleen and Steve will be joining us in a few weeks. After another long day in the car, we arrived at Devils Tower National Monument. Bear Lodge is one of the many American Indian names for the tower. Colonel Richard Dodge named it Devils Tower in 1875 and in 1906 President Theodore Roosevelt made Devils Tower the first national monument. William Rodgers was the first known person to ascent the tower using a wooden ladder for the first 350 feet. Now, over 5,000 people climb the tower each year.

We had a great view of the tower from our campsite. After dinner, Matt and Eli watched Close Encounters of the Third Kind at the campground theater while I cleaned up and read for a bit. The next morning we got an early start and hiked around the tower following the Tower Trail. We stopped to watch three groups of climbers on the south and east side. It was a beautiful morning, and we were glad we beat the crowds visiting on 4th of July. As we headed back to the campground, we stopped at a little prairie dog area as Eli loves prairie dogs.

All of us were glad we stopped at Devils Tower. It reminded me of a giant Devils Postpile, located near Mammoth, California. The area was beautiful, and the tower history and geology were very interesting.

Devils Tower National Monument
Shout out to my mom for sewing us this AMAZING National Parks quilt!
Devils Tower from our campsite!
Hiking the Tower Trail
Matt smelling the tree
Devils Tower Selfie
Prairie dogs!
Leaving Devils Tower

Biltmore National Historic Landmark

When we started planning our trip in November, I told my parents we would be near Asheville, NC since Samantha was going to attend the Conference on National Affairs (CONA) at the Blue Ridge Assembly on Black Mountain. My mom noted that she was very interested in touring Biltmore. George Vanderbilt was the grandson of Cornelius Vanderbilt who made his fortune as a shipping entrepreneur. Biltmore was built as a country retreat for George Vanderbilt’s friends and family and looks like a French Renaissance chateau. The house took six years to build and was finished in 1895. The house has 35 bedrooms, 43 bathrooms and 65 fireplaces. Biltmore is now a National Historic Landmark.

When the house came into view, I felt like I was transported to some château in Europe. We stopped to take some pictures and then made our way down the long green in front of the house. The audio tour was interesting and informative. We made our way through the main level, second and third stories and finished in the basement. At one point in the tour, Samantha got teary eyed as she looked at some original Monet paintings while Eli simultaneously stated that he was walking around an old stinky house as slow as possible! After the house tour, we ate our packed lunches in an outdoor area in front of the stables. It felt very European, and we reminisced about the trip to Carcassonne, France we had taken with my parents ten years ago.  

Next up we walked through the beautiful gardens which included Italian, shrub, spring, walled, rose, and azalea gardens. Matt and Eli walked all the way to the bass pond while Samantha and I went through the conservatory and enjoyed the orchid room.

Overall, the house and gardens were quite impressive. We enjoyed learning about the Vanderbilts and spending time together.

Our trip to the Biltmore
Biltmore National Historic Landmark
Billiard room
Samantha with Monet paintings
Samantha and Eli in front of the tapestries.
Kitchen
Samantha and Eli after lunch.
Sam and Eli walking to the Italian gardens.
Lily pads
Samantha and Grandma in the garden.
Matt and Eli at the bass pond.

Great Smoky Mountains National Park

                                                        Great Smoky Mountains National Park

                                                                                   By Eli

                                                                   Viewer discretion advised

MR. Elijah was recorded in front of live studio audience.

I’m just going to preface this by saying whoever picked for us to hike the Boogerman trail should be fired, out of cannon, into the sun. (Nothing against you mom, I might’ve talked to few local Mob bosses, but just don’t answer your door for a while). Oh no, where’s my script I knew it was here somewhere, ah forget it, who needs a script? Ok, so the Rocky Mountains! One of the greatest pla- what, you mean that’s the wrong one? Well, YOU’RE THE one holding the card. *Faint chatter* THEN TAKE IT UP WITH THE PRODUCERS! YOU DON’T GET PAID FIVE BUCKS A MONTH FOR NOTH’IN. GO!  GET ME SOME TEA AND DIET COKE! AND MAKE IT SNAPPY! Ugh, being the best director and main lead is tiresome. But at least it’s honest work. Sometimes I lay awake wondering why people got mad when I casted myself as the lead, who are they to tell me when I was clearly better than them? But who could blame them? I’m the best person in the world! And maybe the universe. Sometimes my awesomeness is just too much, and people start sprinting away. I couldn’t think other reason why. But enough about me, your glorious narrator. Ok is the camera rolling? Alright. Let’s talk about the Smoky Mountains and see if my film crew can GET IT RIGHT.

We entered the Great Smoky Mountains by way of a 6-mile dirt road with drop-offs nicknamed, “Death Road” by my Grandma. We arrived in the Cataloochee Valley, which is a less crowded part of the Smoky Mountains, and now I understand why. Cataloochee isn’t bad, but it doesn’t meet the criteria for a national park. Maybe state park. The entire time I felt like something was in the way of the true Smoky Mountains experience. After we set up at our campsite, we met two new characters in our story, Gary the inch worm and El Kira the Elk. El Kira greeted us by walking into our campsite right in front of all of us and started to pee as she blankly stared at us. I stared into her cold emotionless eyes with the only sound keeping me sane which was the silent whizz of liquid hitting the moist dirt. Gary was there too. Gary the inch worm made a great journey crossing for miles and miles from town to town in our Catan board game. The outside terrain was nothing to write home about, trees, trees, and more trees on mountains. Although, there was a river but we didn’t dare swim in it because we had no idea how many fishing lures had been lost in it. The atmosphere was cool, extremely smoky and you could hardly see the sky at any point of the day. Also, if you didn’t like the weather, you just needed to wait ten minutes and it would change. Fishing was non-existent as it was highly technical fishing along the river. But now the time you have all been waiting for, the big mambo jambo, THE THRILL SEEKING, BLOOD BOILING ADVENTURE! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I PRESENT TO YOU, THE BOOGERMAN TRAIL HIKE!

The Boogerman Trail; I had high hopes. I had a relaxing rest, a cup of coffee, and was ready for the adventure ahead. Within twenty minutes of beginning the hike, I was miserable. There were cobwebs everywhere, dead bugs and spiders were falling into my hair, and every flying insect in the vicinity wrote their will and testament and signed up for a one-way kamikaze trip into my eyes and ears. So, things were just going lovely. I trekked upward on the mountain thinking optimistically, “The more miserable a hike is, the better payoff with the view.” Turns out, I could’ve walked around the campground for five hours and gotten a better view. The sad thing is, that isn’t an exaggeration. So, after three hours of dragging ourselves to the top an uncomfortable nightmare, we looked down to see 7 DIFFERENT ROARING RIVERS WE NEEDED TO CROSS. Plus, we couldn’t walk through the river crossings with our regular shoes, we had to take them off and put on sandals! We stepped into the first crossing and realized it was colder than that one SUBSTITUTE TEACHER’S HEART! We also realized the rocks were slicker than ICE, COMBINED with a roaring river pulling us down. I PRACTICALLY TWISTED MY ANKLE AND FELL EVERYTIME I CROSSED. AFTER EACH CROSSING, WE HAD TO WIPE OFF OUR FEET FROM THE FRIGID WATER, PUT OUR WET/MOIST SOCKS BACK ON, UNTIE OUR SHOES AND THEN PUT THEM BACK ON….REPEAT THIS 7 TIMES…. Actually, IT ENDED UP BEING MORE THAN 7 BECAUSE AFTER WE WERE DONE, THERE WERE SUPPOSED TO BE BRIDGES TO CROSS THE RIVERS. BUT NO! HALF THE BRIDGES WERE BROKEN IN TWO, LIKE TOOTHPICKS. AFTER THE FINAL BRIDGE AND TRECKKING THROUGH THE WATER I WAS DRYING MY FEET AND A DEADLY CENTIPIEDE CRAWLED ONTO ME. I HAD TO STAND COMPLETELY STILL AND TRY NOT TO BREATH AS IT SLITHERED UP AND DOWN ME WITH ITS HUNDREDS OF LEGS. I PRAYED IT WOULDN’T BITE ME. AS I WAS HOBBLING BACK, TEETH CLENCHED, ANKLES BROKEN, SALIVA DRIPPING FROM MY MOUTH, WITH THREE MILES TO GO, A RANGER PASSED US AND TOLD ME US WE WERE CLOSE THE END OF THE HIKE. HE SAID IF WE DIDN’T MAKE IT, WE WERE SCREWED. WE’D HAVE TO HIKE BACK THROUGH THE RIVERS AND GO UP THE MOUTAIN AND WALK ALL 9 MILES AGAIN, TOTALING 18 MILES. SO, THROUGH SWEAT, BUGS, AND HOT TEARS WE PRACTICALLY STARTED SPRINTING TOWARDS THE EXIT. THEN IT STARTED TO RAIN AND THE MOSQUITOS CAME OUT AND STARTED TO SUCK THE LIVING LIFE OUT OF US. WE FINALLY DOVE FOR THE EXIT AS THE RANGER WAS CLOSING IT.

What Bull.

*Some parts of this text were exaggerated or were downright fake for comedic effect.

I would like to refrain from reviewing Great Smoky Mountains National Park because I have only seen a fraction of the area, but I will give it a score. *AHEM* THE FINAL SCORE FOR CATTOLOCHEE IS 3.9/10 AND A “D” RANKING. Why this score? I gave 2 points for Gary and El Kira, another 1.2 for wildlife (which were only Elk), .2 for atmosphere (because it was boring and pretty much the same as the entire east coast) and .5 for semi clean bathrooms. All other fields for review get zeros. Cataloochee gets a “D” for Do better. By the way, my parents and grandparents enjoyed their time in the Great Smoky Mountains. Well this has been fantastic! Thank you for everyone for reading, you’ve been wonderful!

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The Great Smoky Mountains National Park!
We hiked the Rough Fork trail to the historic Woody House with Grandma and Papa!
There were butterflies all over the trail!

Eli, Grandma and Papa at the Woody House.
Watching Elk in the nearby field.
An elk tries to hitch a ride with us!
At the Boogerman trailhead!
Samantha on the Boogerman trail.
River Crossing!
Eli shows off the Boogerman Trail information.
Elk watching in the campground.
Papa hangs out with the elk in the campground.
Samantha and Matt watching the elk!

Shenandoah National Park

            Even though it is the closest national park to our home, this was our first visit to Shenandoah National Park. We’ve attempted to camp here on two other occasions but had to cancel our reservations due to bad weather. We arrived at the north end of the park in the afternoon and stopped at the Dickey Ridge Visitors Center. After learning a little bit about the park, we headed down to Mathew’s Arm Campground with my parents. The campground was pretty, and we enjoyed listening to the piliated woodpeckers as we played cards. That night, we had a nice steak dinner with rolls, potatoes, and a salad. Not bad for a camping dinner!

            The next morning our family headed to the Old Rag Trailhead. We know a few people who have completed this hike and highly recommended it. The reviews online noted that the hike is a “brutally awesome, very strenuous, 9.4 mile circuit hike, elevation climb of 2,582 feet and features an adventurous rock scramble and a 360-degree view that makes you feel on top of the world.” Who wouldn’t want to hike the Old Rag after reading that? Matt and I knew that we hadn’t trained enough prior to this summer, since in February, we moved into the town of Lewes and took full advantage of the amenities including cookies, ice cream and fancy drinks. After about one mile into the hike, we were tired and we were paying for our cookie walks. Our bodies were chanting, “You’ve walked a mile, where’s the ice cream and cookies?” The kids were way ahead of us, and we kept hiking…plodding. After about 2 hours of uphill hiking, we arrived at the boulder scramble. This part of the hike was full body and seriously challenging. Samantha and I were at a significant disadvantage due to our short stature (or lack thereof) and we weren’t sure Matt would fit through the crevices. The bouldering required strength, problem solving, and for me, the occasional butt boost. Eli was our trailblazer and did a great job leading us. Once we reached the summit, we were exhausted, and the view was completely fogged in! On our way down, the fog cleared and we were able to capture a few pictures of the vistas.

            Back at the campsite, we showered, ate dinner and a sat around the fire with my parents. Matt says he’d like to do the hike again sometime in the fall. I told him I’d think about going back with him, but I will have to lay off the cookie walks.

            Overall, we had a nice stay in Shenandoah and we plan to visit again during a fall season. Having my parents with us made this stop extra special for all of us!

#46nationalparksasafamily

Shenandoah National Park
Shenandoah National Park
Papa cooking dinner!
Old Rag Trailhead
Eli waits for his parents to come up the trail.
I’m tired…the kids are fine.
Hiking through a rock cave.
Hiking through the boulders.
Korin in the boulder section of the Old Rag trail
We made it to the summit!
The fog finally cleared as we made our way down the mountain!
Eli after our hike!
Eli relaxing after the Old Rag hike!
Grandma, Papa and our family posing for a quick picture together.
Grandparents and Grandkids

Home!

Blog post by: Korin

After another amazing summer road trip, we are back in our home state of Delaware. The end of this trip is bittersweet and I’m pretty emotional as I write the last summer 2021 blog post. Each summer we feel blessed that we can travel together. This summer was extra special as we saw our parents, grandparents, sisters, brother in laws, one niece and two nephews. We  were also able to see my Aunt Judy and Uncle Joe as well as the Buss’, Rudys, Meghan C., Haulsees, Chus, Petersons and the LeMieuxs.

 Matt drove 9,898 miles which included 19 states. We visited 4 state parks, 3 national monuments, and 15 national parks. As a family, we have now visited 45 of the 63 national parks (only 6 go in the lower 48 states). Let us know what your favorite places are and maybe we will visit them next summer!

Hot Springs National Park: AKA VD Treatment Park

Blog post by: Matt

Five years ago, Samantha and I passed this park on our way to California and ever since, I wondered if it was worth visiting and was curious as to its history. On this trip, it was our final national park and it was…interesting. We sandwiched this park between two sets of great friends, the Petersons in Texas and Ken and Dayna in Tennessee. They were fabulous hosts and it was such a treat to see them and catch up.

The Hot Springs national reserve predates the National Park system and the formation of Arkansas as a state, and its uniqueness has been recognized since before the Civil War. In contrast to most national parks, this one does not focus so much on the beauty of nature but on the historical significance of the hot springs. Korin warned the kids that this was a national park in an urban setting and that the park focused on the history and architecture of the hot spring bathhouses, instead of the landscape like most national parks. We first toured the Fordyce bathhouse (considered to be the most opulent of the bath houses during its heyday) which is a museum and visitor center about an hour before it closed. We learned that some explorers in the early 1800s found hot water was flowing out of the Ouachita Mountains. In that period, there were small huts near the steaming springs that people came to soak in to improve their health and by 1876, the federal government began regulating private bathhouses and the distribution of the water. By the turn of the century, Hot Springs was the most visited health and wellness resort in the United States. We read that, “A visit to the hot springs was designed to treat not just the body but the mind and spirit as well. Visitors bathed in the thermal water and received massages and other therapies… Afterward, they could relax, drink spring water from tin cups, exercise in well appointed gyms or hike a series of fitness trails.” There are nine bathhouses that line bathhouse row and two are still open. Prior to our arrival, Samantha and Korin considered making an appointment to take a historical bath at the Buckstaff Bathhouse. As we walked through the museum, we saw the actual bathtubs that the men and women used. We also learned about the physical therapy and massages that people would be prescribed from their physicians. Samantha found the history of the hot springs and bathhouses interesting while Eli was perplexed on why this was deemed a national park and felt as if he was touring a YMCA locker-room. For Eli, it was a new low for the national park system and it was hard to blame him, considering some of the magnificent sights we have seen. Korin kept asking herself, “Who came to these bathhouses? Was it the wealthy on vacation? Was it like a club for people living in the city? Or, was it sick people searching for healing?” After the museum, we walked the promenade behind the bathhouses and saw a few of the small springs. They were hot indeed! As we left, we were still questioning what the motivation was for people to travel so far for a hot bath.

The next morning, we were back on the road and Korin started doing some research about the people who engaged in the bathhouse treatments. To our surprise, she read that most of the people who were using the bathhouses were being treated for venereal diseases, most commonly syphilis and gonorrhea. Apparently, the United States Public Health Service (PHS) had the facilities built to accommodate the great demand for treatment and had a full VD clinic to combat the large number of sufferers. This was not mentioned in our national park tour. Hot Springs was known as the mecca for syphilitics in America. Most bathhouses closed between the 1940-1980s when medicine improved and penicillin was available. This information certainly changed our view about the bathhouses and I think Korin was pretty happy with her decision on not making a historical bath appointment.

Eli gives his opinion about the historical bathtubs
Hot Springs National Park
Outside the Fordyce Bath House
A room to relax in after your bath experience
One of the hydrotherapy bathtubs
The Quapaw Bathhouse
Buckstaff Bathhouse where you can presently take a traditional hot springs bath
The hot spring in the back of bath house row
I bet you can tell how Eli feels about Hot Springs NP!
The Petersons in Texas!
Ken, Dayna and Boo in Tennessee!
Ken showing us their airplane hanger
Boo

Carlsbad Caverns National Park & Guadeloupe National Park

Although we have been to numerous caves and caverns on our trips, we have unanimously decided that none of them compare to Carlsbad Caverns National Park. Although my dad and I had visited Carlsbad on our first camping trip, it was a new experience for my mom and Eli. As guided tours were not available because of COVID, we embarked on a self guided tour down into the mouth of the cavern. What we immediately noticed walking down the steep switchbacks was the song and the stench of the cave swallows who flitted eerily above us. The shadows began to swallow our path as we descended into the depths of the earth, yet seemed not of this earth. The gypsum formations draped the grande rooms of the cavern and glittered coldly in the display lights, putting all of the other caves we had been to, to shame. We gazed in awe at the stalagmites and stalactites. We decided to hike back up to the opening of the caverns instead of the elevator, even though the route up is incredibly steep. To make the ascent, we had to hike the equivalent of 80 floors in 1.25 miles, however, because it was late in the afternoon, we were the only ones on the trail and got to have the cavern to ourselves. We finished the day by attending the bat program, where, stricken into silence, we watched waves upon waves of the 450,000 Brazilian Free Tailed bats who live in the caverns emerge to feast on moths.

The next day after some delays, we went on a short nature walk in Guadalupe National Park, where we experienced the wilderness of Texas which was settled by ranchers and traversed by stagecoach drivers. After our walk, we inspected a ranch settlement which was built on a spring to protect the water supply and to keep the property cool. It was a wonderful experience to return to the caves and visit a new park, ones that I will always remember as the gateway to underground wonders and the beauty of the American South West.

The natural entrance into Carlsbad Caverns
Carlsbad Caverns National Park
Mirror Lake
El Capitan in Guadeloupe National Park
Guadeloupe Mountains

White Sands National Park

            Surrounded by all sides by the White Sands Missile Range in New Mexico, White Sands National Park stands as the largest gypsum dunefield on Earth. White Sands was designated a national monument in 1933 and was upgraded to a national park in 2019. We decided to check out this fairly new park and David, a former student of Matt’s, and his wife Amber met us there.

            It turned out that Amber grew up close to the park and had all of the local information and experience so we followed her and David through the park to a fabulous sledding sight. We waxed our sleds and started soaring down the dunes. We had a great time sledding, catching up with David, and getting to know Amber. The temperature was increasing and after several sled runs, we decided to go into town to eat. After a lovely late lunch, we had to say our goodbyes to Amber and David.

            We headed back to the park during the early evening hours to go to the visitor’s center, do more sledding, go on a short nature walk and watch the sunset. Although we only spent a day at White Sands, we enjoyed spending time with David and Amber, learning about the formation of the dunes and playing in the sand.

White Sands National Park
The sign still says national monument!
David and Matt racing down the dunes
Eli and Amber
Eli getting ready to hike up to sled down
Samantha sledding
Our fabulous lunch
Olivers in White Sands National Park
Beautiful sunset in the dunes

Petrified Forest National Park

I know what you may be thinking, “Could there possibly whole national park to learn about and see petrified wood?” The answer is, yes. Arizona is home to Petrified Forest National Park which boasts pieces of wood that are remnants of a prehistoric forest. The trees were knocked down by wind or water, carried downstream and buried by layers of sediment. Then, the logs soaked up water and volcanic ash. Over time, the logs crystalized into quartz and the minerals created a rainbow of colors on the logs, and these pieces of fossilized cover the area.

Matt, Samantha and I had already been to Petrified Forest but this was Eli’s first visit. The painted desert section was beautiful and reminded us of Badlands National Park in South Dakota, and we stopped to see the original route 66 used to cross the park. An old 1932 Studebaker was put there to remind visitors of the historic highway, which fascinated Eli. We made our way through the park and enjoyed the Teepees, Blue Mesa and the Agate Bridge. The Giant Logs trail, outside the Rainbow Forest Museum was my favorite. Who would have thought petrified wood could be so beautiful!

Painted Desert section of the park
1932 Studebaker
Petrified Forest National Park
Agate Bridge
Blue Mesa
Giant Logs Trail
Petrified Log
Rainbow colors