The action of this trip actually began before I ever hoisted my pack. For the sake of avoiding a loop hike or out-and-back, I used a bike shuttle, a tactic I haven't employed for a few years. After staging our gear (and my fiancee, Sleeps With Skunks) at Temple Hill Trailhead, I drove to Lincoln Trailhead on the north side of the park. From there, I rode my bike the 6 miles of paved country road and gravel path back to Temple Hill, where I hid and padlocked the bike.

Then the hike began.

In the first couple of miles, we enjoyed the Green River over our right shoulders.

Sleeps With Skunks with Green River in background.

We continued on, with occasional twists and turns, and eventually joined a small creek for about a half mile.


Numerous blowdowns (more than 3 dozen in the first 4 miles) made the hike a bit more interesting, not terribly difficult, but interesting. We had planned to have lunch at McCoy Hollow Campsite, then bushwhack the 1/4-mile down to Wet Prong Creek. From there, we would follow it the few hundred yards to the trail intersection leading to Bluffs Campsite. This would have made for a 6-mile day.

However, in the midst of all the blowdowns, we apparently bypassed the access trail to McCoy Hollow. I knew we had to have bypassed the point based on our pace, but hoped I could correct the mistake without adding the 4+ miles staying on the winding trails would have created.

Along the way, we enjoyed the MANY unusual rock formations, both those formed my natural processes:

.... as well as some man-made ones....

Our mascot, Dewey Bear with his pet turtle Topper inside a fancy cairn...

Shortly after, we arrived at a creek crossing that firmly fixed our position. While SWS refilled her water bottle and enjoyed a peanut butter and honey sandwich for lunch, I shot a quick compass bearing, and ascended a very steep hill face. As I expected, Collie Ridge Campsite awaited after about 200 yards of climbing and I knew we could cut the (now) 10 miles of trail hiking to a bit less than 8. The key was whether SWS, who does NOT like heights, would feel OK with the short but steep trailless climb.

After explaining the options, she was more than game. I enjoyed a quick lunch, repacked and we began the ascent. SWS did great.
Sleeps With Skunks grunting up the steep hill....

Once at Collie Ridge Campsite, we were really tempted to squat there for the night. Collie Ridge was our first choice of campsite, but there was another group already reserved there. Sadly, we headed up the .4 mile access trail.

At the trail intersection, we enjoyed the two picnic tables set there for horsepacking groups that frequent the area. And there we met the solo hiker who was slated to stay at Collie Ridge. He was a bit disheveled and seemed puzzled to see his first two real human beings in three days in the Mammoth Cave backcountry. I wished him well as he headed to his own campsite for the night. And SWS and I began our 1.6 mile journey to Bluffs.

Along the way, I enjoyed the way a fir grove turned the brown and grey of the winter landscape to bright green.


A bit later, we arrived at Bluffs Campsite, which more than lives up to its name.


With the practice of many trips together, SWS set up our Hubba Hubba in footprint & fly mode while I gathered water. In about half an hour, our campsite was set.


My foodbag was much heavier than usual, feeling more like 6-day's instead of 2 day's worth of food, but the quality of meals was worth it. With added spices, fresh sausage, eggs, hashbrowns, cheese, and luxury desserts, we enjoyed something of a feast of freeze-dried Italian compared to the typical backpacking fare.



The sunset added to the overall quality of dinner.




With full stomachs and good books, we headed to bed.

The next morning, I rose to prepare skillet scrambles of hash browns, diced sausage links and fresh eggs with cheese. I brought SWS her's in her bed while I returned to work on mine as sprinkles began to drip. I finished mine and stowed the kitchen gear in the nearby cavelet just in time to crawl into the tent before the sky opened up. After about 10 minutes, the storm abated to mere sprinkles again.

At this point, I packed my down quilt and rolled my pad and moved all my gear to the cavelet and began to pack my pack while SWS packed up inside the tent. I found my little cave a happy respite from the drips of rain.


Finally, SWS whose knees and feet had suffered somewhat from the previous day, prepared to make her way the 3.2 miles down the Buffalo Trail to Maple Springs Campground. I would take the 6-mile route up the Collie Ridge Trail to the truck at Lincoln Trailhead, head out to pick up my bike, then return to Maple Springs to recover my fiancee. SWS stepped off as I pulled down the tent and packed the last bits of gear in my own kit.

I quickly backtracked the now-muddier 1.6 miles to the picnic tables at Collie Ridge Trail. There, I grabbed a candy bar, and pulled the pack cover off my pack. Of course, this proved to be a mistake, as the skies opened up within 3 minutes of stepping off up Collie Ridge Trail. I stopped, replaced the pack cover over the pack and pulled my windshirt onto myself. With 100 steps, the rain stopped again. <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/mad.gif" alt="" />

I finally decided on a compromise, returning the windshirt to a side pocket, but keeping the cover on. At least I had 4 super-fast miles of ridge-walking on Collie Ridge Trail, actually a regravelled old roadbead.


The only thing that slowed me down was horse traffic. Most of the horses seemed very skittish, stopping over 100 yards way. I had to step off the trail before most would come any closer, and wait for them to pass onward. Still I only had a couple of encounters, so it was not too much of an inconvenience.

The Double J Stables is located just outside Park boundaries and they lead horse rides through this area regularly.

I pushed quickly up the last .4 miles of muddy access trail to the Lincoln TH parking area. A group of more than a dozen horses were being saddled there, so I figured I'd gotten off very lucky in my timing as I started my truck at 11:45.

40 minutes later, my bike stowed in the bed of my truck, I picked up Sleeps With Skunks at Maple Springs, and we headed home.

Bearpaw:

The 'get out and hike' advice even helps if you're stuck inside with the flu, albeit vicariously. Great crisp pix, makes you feel like you're there.

What's up with the 'trail mascots?' Restuffed them with Quallofil or 800-down? Are they multitasking as camp pillows? Enjoyed the trip, stuck in this seat.

Dewey Bear has become of force of personality all unto himself. He was a "rescue" from a couple of years ago, when one of SWS's students was moving and giving away a bunch of her stuffed animals. No one wanted Dewey and he was tossed into a trash can. Sleeps With Skunks brought him home. I've always played around with voices when I read to special ed students and I gave Dewey one to lift the mood at home, acute little one where all his L's and R's come out as W's (he calls this Fudd Syndrome). He had such a cute little body that I found I could make him dance, wrestle, and play around. I could leave SWS in tears laughing at his antics.

In the past two years, he has acquired LOTS of clothes, from us and others as gifts. He acquired his pet turtle (and best friend and spiritual advisor) Topper on a visit to the Gatlinburg Aquarium. SWS's nieces and nephews have had so much fun with them that when we come to visit, their first words are not "How are you?", but "Did you bring Dewey?"

He's such a fixture in our household that he has a part in our wedding. We've kept the guest list to immediate family, so I won't have a best man. Instead, SWS's 3-year-old niece will act as the flower girl, and she will also carry out Dewey in a little tux with the rings in the jacket pockets.

Yeah, we're nuts. But having Dewey around brings out the funniest and best in both of us. When I'm out on long hikes, SWS sleeps with Dewey as a way to feel closer.

Probably a lot more info than you were looking for, but his importance to us is worth commenting about.

Hi, Bearpaw (aka "Skunks"):

Good post - makes me wonder why it's been 2 years since I visited Mammoth Cave's backcountry. I may have to rectify that oversight later this year.

Thanks for the info on Dewey and Topper, too.

Shortly after my first trip there, my wife and I were looking for a picture for the living room. I walked into one store and the picture that caught my eye (and ended up on the wall) was a watercolor print of an area that looked just like the place I camped the first night at Mammoth Cave (I think it was Second Creek primitive campsite - it's been too long, but I distinctly remember we walked along a creek and camped near the point it emptied into the Green.) I checked the picture's description - it was a totally invented landscape - but the resemblance was uncanny. I still get a good feeling when I look at it.

By the way, I notice that you took the Hubba Hubba (fly & footprint.) Do you normally use the Hubba Hubba when backpacking together? I've recently retired from the quest for ultralight, settling for verylight, and after some philandering with other tents have returned to the Hubba as my solo tent of choice.

My wife and I used the Hubba Hubba for car camping a couple of times, until I loaned it to my brother and niece while teaching them to backpack. Funny thing, neither it nor any of the other gear (mostly MSR & a pair of Vapor Trail packs) have come back...I guess that counts as a successful training? Anyhow, we used our REI dividend this year to get a Mutha Hubba (granddaughters are now old enough that at least one may be willing to sleep with us instead of mom and dad this year. Or maybe both will want to sleep with Grandma, and Grandpa will use his Hubba. <evil laugh>) Anyhow, MSR has a great family of tents in the Hubba series.

Thanks again for the trip report.

We do currently use the Hubba Hubba on most of our joint trips. However, we may invest in the new REI Quarter Dome T2. The new design achieves the same true-vertical walls as the Hubba Hubba so you have tremendous room inside. You actually get a bit more for 2-3 ounces less weight and $40 less cash.

Check the comparison: REI Quarter Dome T2 vs MSR Hubba. You also get a much nicer fly color than the MSR's new mustard yellow.

BTW, I'm not the Skunk in Sleeps With Skunks. On 3 separate, skunks have wandered up and sniffed her in our camp. The woman is a skunk magnet!

I agree about the mustard color. Fortunately (?), I have an older model with the "lovely" blaze orange fly. Might have to look at the REI tent you mentioned, though I'm still pretty sold on my Hubba.

Just giving you a hard time about the name - I read the full explanation about her "animal magnetism" you posted at BPL.

I definitely plan to get the T1 for this Summer. That way, SWS can use it while I hammock! <img src="/forums/images/graemlins/grin.gif" alt="" /> She seems infatuated with "such a cute little tent".

And there's even a vestibule for her to trap her skunks in. (Don't laugh. My buddy and I once woke up when we heard a skunk in the vestibule. Fortunately, we all 3 stayed calm and we convinced the skunk to leave when it was ready.)

At this point, I have to admit to being somewhat of a magnet myself: tripped over one at Scout camp (to the delight of my Scouts), kept some rookie Scouts from attacking the skunks that wandered into their camp ("Let's klong them with this shovel." "Let's not."), and had the obligatory skunk-sniffing-the-foot-of-my-bivy experience.

I never got sprayed in any of these episodes - it was luck, not skill, that protected me!

I also mooned a deer once. Went out away from camp, and was just hanging over on a log, taking care of business (so to speak) when I heard something behind me. I looked around, and it was a deer - and by then, I had already mooned it. I guess that's a risk you run when you live in the woods.

You should be hammocking now! it looks warm there.

Heck I'm trying to get away next weekend, and I may be hammocking here (nightime temps haven't been getting below -10, so I'm good )

I don't hammock unless temps are at least +10 C. I use a full pad beneath me then and sometimes sleep a bit cold any way. I'm just not ready to invest in the weight and expense of underquilts when I can tent in my Lunar Solo for well under one kilo. But in another six weeks or so, we will have weather warm enough even for ME to hammock!