Just did a two-nighter at Frozen Head State Park in Wartburg, Tennessee. My first trip up there was several years ago during the Barkley Marathons---also known as "the race that eats its young."
Now I try to get up there each spring when the wildflowers are blooming. I was a little on the early side for blooms this year, but still had a great trip---did some reading, some ridge walking and hung out with the squirrels. Over a span of 46 hours, I saw more salamanders (1) than humans (0).
The links below about the Barkley are interesting reading for folks with a lot of time to kill:
The first Barkley was held in 1986, but its inspiration was the 1977 escape of James Earl Ray from the Brushy Mountain State Penitentiary. On June 10 of that year, Martin Luther King Jr.'s assassin broke out of the maximum-security prison in a remote valley and headed into the mountains. Ray was "out there" for 54 hours until he was found cold, hungry, and scratched to ribbons, hiding in a pile of leaves. His captors reported that he seemed genuinely relieved to have been found. In all, Ray's 54 hours of bushwhacking had netted him only a few miles of freedom.
http://www.runnersworld.com/trail-runni ... age=single
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What makes it so bad? No trail, for one. A cumulative elevation gain that’s nearly twice the height of Everest. Native flora called saw briars that can turn a man’s legs to raw meat in meters.
http://www.believermag.com/issues/20110 ... le_jamison
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It was a lovely, wooded residential neighborhood; although I had never seen it there before. Each house hidden nicely in the trees, and only the seldom car wheeling up the dirt road. How nice it must be living so high in the mountains. Large trees lined the old road with driveways peeling off toward each home. It was a sunny day. It was loop 5 of the Barkley Marathons. And I was losing my mind.
http://www.mattmahoney.net/barkley/2005/andrew.html
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And a summary page:
http://www.mattmahoney.net/barkley/