The Buffalo River Chapter - The Ozark Society



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December/January 2008 Volume: 11 number: 6

“The challenge goes on. There are other lands and rivers, other wilderness areas to save and share with all. I challenge you to step forward to protect and care for the wild places you love best.” -Neil

The challenge goes on.  There are other lands and rivers, other wilderness areas, to save and to share with all.  I challenge you to step forward to protect and care for the wild places you love best.” – Dr. Neil Compton

Buffalo River Reflections

by Laura Timby

Fall is here in the Ozarks, and in Buffalo River Country it is at its peak. Although the river is extremely low due to the extended lack of rain these past few weeks, it still makes for a wonderful canoe assisted hike. The hillsides are blanketed in every imaginable color of orange, gold and red, and even the slightest breeze sends a golden rain of leaves spiraling downward, only to be carried gently down river by the almost imperceptible current. The water is getting a bit cooler and clearer each day and the fish are becoming increasingly active. If the rain comes as predicted the fishing and floating should be amazing!

In this issue of the BRC News we have some wonderful articles for your reading enjoyment. There are lots of upcoming events and hikes planned for the next couple of months as well. The Celebration of the Buffalo and Farrel’s Grand Tour Hike are this weekend! And to all of our contributors who make our newsletter so special –Thank you!

A Scouting Adventure by Farrel Couch

Since I was unable to attend the Fall Ozark Society meeting in Murfreesboro due to my work schedule, on that Sunday I was able to have a great time with a large group of cub scouts from Northwest Arkansas, leading a hike into the recently reopened Lost Valley trail. Earlier in the week I was asked by a friend and coworker to lead a hike for his sons cub scout troop as a conclusion to a campout they were having at Steel Creek Campground, October third and fourth. Happy to help, and flattered that I could be of service, I eagerly agreed.

As it turned out, there were two different groups of young adventurers, one camping and another that drove in from Northwest Arkansas that morning. Arriving at the Lost Valley parking lot I noticed a group of boys playing in the creek and wondered if it was part of the scouting group I had come to meet. Soon another group of scouts and parents arrived which were the scouts that were camping at Steel Creek. After introductions and photos, we set out up the newly restored trail to an area with benches where we could stop and I could talk about the history and features of our hike. After a short talk we set off up the trail, with myself in the lead and a large group of boys, one girl, and parents tagging along at the rear to catch stragglers. The boys all seemed to be very eager and quite talkative as we moved further up the trail. One boy said he wanted to be my co-leader, which I agreed, and soon another boy also wanted to be a co-leader. The first boy said he could be his co-leader and before long I had a group of co-leaders as we hiked onward. At the Natural Bridge I gave a short talk about the rock layers and asked whether they would like to take the trail around or go through the bridge like the Indians once did. Well there was no question about it; we had to go through the bridge like the Indians!

Once through the bridge we continued up the creek bed examining every feature and boulder. Soon we approached the gaping mouth of Cob Cave with its large cliff overhead. We had predetermined that this was to be our lunch spot and after exploring the shelter caves’ depths all picked out their perfect spot for lunch. It was quite interesting to see such a large group busily talking and eating in the caves large expanse. One parent said that it was like the Indians had returned, as the sound made for an interesting mixture of conversations emanating from the cave.

After lunch Eden Falls was the next stop but without water it lacked the splendor it normally has. The climb up to Eden Falls Cave was single file, with caution and close attention to all our charges. At the caves mouth we broke into groups to venture into the caves depths. I was surprised that there was water still splashing noisily over the waterfall, although greatly diminished, the effect was still there to enjoy.

On our return we discussed the many trees species and certain curiosities of each. Once we reached the parking area I took a few moments to tell the group about the Ozark Society and membership to anyone who might enjoy further outdoor activities for their families. I believe our future is in the hands of our children. We all had a great time and I hope I inspired some young people to love the wilds and natural places and help protect them for future scouts to enjoy.

In Memoriam…

John Heuston, long-time Ozark Society member, leader, Communications Chair, and friend, has passed away.

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From his obituary: “…He was a tireless defender of Arkansas’ natural resources. During the fight to save the Buffalo River and make it the first national river in the U.S. from 1961 to 1972, he gave a voice to those working to protect the river and public notice to all in the scenic beauty and natural resource that would have been lost were the river to be dammed…An active outdoorsman his entire life, he wrote about the life he lived.”

I will always remember John as a friend and a living inspiration. Once the decision was made to reinstate the inactive Buffalo River Chapter, John was there, always willing to give encouragement and lend a helping hand. His ability to teach conservation ethics in relation to everyday life, utilizing his “Uneasy Chair” articles in the Pack & Paddle, was hard hitting and to the point. John was never afraid to speak out for the rivers and lands he loved. His friendly and easygoing manner disarmed many an opponent in the conservation battles he participated in throughout his tenure with the Ozark Society. Thank you John; you will be missed.

In lieu of flowers, donations may be made to the Ozark Society Foundation, 707 Pleasant Valley Drive # 10, Little Rock, AR 72227, or Alzheimer’s Arkansas, 201 Markham Center Drive, Little Rock, AR 72205.

EXCERPTS FROM A TRAIL-BUILDERS DIARY #7-2013 by Jim Liles

Come the new year, we were advised that work on the BRT was still “suspended”—that we were under the NPS moratorium imposed the preceding November, waiting for the archeologist to do her thing: investigate the few hundred feet of trail route east of Rocky Creek for possible evidence of prehistoric mankind’s presence. (A “lithic artifact” – a flake of flint – had been found earlier, “raising flags” that brought into play federal laws enacted to protect archeological sites and resources on federal land.)

In the meantime, I reworked trails I’d built over the past 6 years, removing down trees & limbs and restoring a lot of hog-damaged trail-tread. I also spent a few days of January proving—to my satisfaction—that any important archeological sites in the area at issue lay on the north side of Buffalo River, where the bluff shelters face the winter sun, and therefore were attractive as habitation for man. In particular, I searched for such a shelter that was used historically, in the time of Civil War. According to Official (Union Army) Reports by Capt. Sam Turner, his 6th Missouri State Militia cavalry detachment rode from Yellville to the Buffalo River March 13, 1864 and “destroyed (Confederate) salt peter works in Tomahawk mountains and on the north bank of Buffalo River.” Ken Smith refers to “Nitre Bluff,” in Buffalo River Handbook, as a possible location of that source of the nitre component of gunpowder. I methodically searched along that bluff, between river miles 45 & 46. On January 15, after crawling about in a cave comprised of bluff breakdown, and finding no sign of a salt peter excavation, I emerged to find snow falling. It was “touch & go,” driving out of the river valley-bottom, via the snow-covered old road (historic maps date that road to mid-19th century.)

On January 20, I continued looking for the nitre cave on Buffalo and may have found it, further down-river. In the back of the 80’ x 80’ room was a pit excavated in the dirt floor, about 20’ wide and 6 to 8 feet deep. As there was no pile of dirt beside the pit, it appeared as if the excavated material had been removed, possibly for its salt-peter (nitre). Stacked/collapsed stone piers below the cave suggested that a structure once stood there.

The site was not far from where our trail was “on-hold,” but across the river, north side.

After four months with no word from NPS regarding the stretch closed to trail construction, at Ken Smith’s suggestion, I skipped a few miles further upriver, to a location off Searcy County 49, or “Red Bluff Road.” From March 13 to April 24, 2013 I enjoyed outings on 13 days, devoting 94 work hours to building 440 yards (1/4 mile) of new trail, a few miles northeast of Gilbert, Arkansas . . . Let me share a couple of those with you:

March 13, 2013, I parked at a wide spot in road, within the park boundary; walked 80 yards north – to a glade offering a fine 180-degree view west, overlooking the river. There I began working south (up-river). Positive aspects of the “new” work-site: proximity to the river, within sight & sound below; the work was literally road-side, so I could devote a full day to trail-building (little walking); and the geology is different & very interesting. The trail route lies across a graben—a down-dropped block between two faults, making for some unexpected rock exposures: the normal cliff-forming St. Peter sandstone is mostly “buried” beneath river-level, while unusual Silurian beds are exposed along the trail, along with—lower and older—mid and upper Ordovician beds. (Here, we’re talking truly venerable old rock, formed as beds of ancient seas deposited up to 450 million years before present, according to dating technology of modern geology.) This is a component of the “Tomahawk graben system,” named by State Geologist Dr. John C. Branner (1892); confirmed by Dr. E.T. McKnight (USGS bulletin 853; 1935.)

April 20 – A perfect workday, despite the lateness of the season: cool (40 degrees when I began work at 9:00 a.m.; high of 63 degrees.) Got in a full day of “side-hill” digging, completing 50 yards of trail, despite being visited for at least a half-hour by Morning Star resident, turkey-hunter Randy Loggins – who strolled, dressed in camo, into my work area, shot-gun in hand. We admired the hundreds of acres of long-cleared land across the river from our look-off, the fields surrounded by a greater expanse of deciduous forest. (Wild turkeys emerge from those woodlands, to “graze” in the clearings. I not only see them, almost a half mile away, but when the wind is right, I can hear their contented clucking, most every day.) I learned from Loggins that an old Buffalo River acquaintance of mine, Gary Adams, had died earlier this year, and that his widow, Shirley Adams, & other heirs own the rolling grassland—a well-maintained “cultural landscape” across the river from where I’m building trail . . . History: Some of it was originally owned by Isaiah “Buck” Ezell, who filed on forty acres of bottomland in 1857, per federal documents. The southwest corner of his 40 was anchored in the Buffalo River gravel bar, opposite the mouth of Ezell Hollow. Thanks to Ken Smith’s pursuit of Buffalo River history, and the old-timers with whom he gathered oral history, we know that one Isaiah Ezell was known in his mid-19th century days simply as “Buck,” having wed Cherokee or Shawnee lass. Oral history handed down over the intervening 150 years, to find written expression through the pen of Ken Smith, has it that Buck is further remembered for having been a black-smith, a ferry operator and possibly a counterfeiter of currency (see pages 216, 217, Buffalo River Handbook.) The matter of his ferry operation is certainly plausible. Dr. John C. Branner’s 1892 map shows a wagon road crossing Buffalo River below the mouth of Tomahawk Creek – a logical place for a ferry, maybe “Buck” Ezell’s. (We’ll get back to Buck & his mid-19th century neighbors in trail-notes to come—from 2015.)

Looking in most any direction, the vista from my spring 2013 trail-building location reminds me of days past. Looking up-river, I can make out the lower valley of Brush Creek 2 ¼ miles away; another mile beyond, Bear Creek enters Buffalo River. I’m reminded of the time of temporary settlement by members of eastern tribes, displaced west by the inexorable intrusion of whites . . . I conjure images of the Cherokee and Shawnee, encamped along Bear Creek, almost 200 years ago. Thanks to the field notes made Nov 7-9, 1829, by one Jonas Smith, deputy surveyor GLO, we have this written record of those earlier transits:

Set a stake for sections 33 and 34, Township 14 North, Range 17 West … the creek crossed the last half mile is called the Buffaloe Fork of the White River. Six miles northeast on creek is a village of Shawnee Indians. Three miles below the Shawnee’s is a village of Cherokees … 8th November, the company lay by the day, to procure provisions from the Cherokee.

Trail-building here affords a new “cultural landscape” and suggests the colorful history with which that landscape is vested. Looking off westward from my new work place, at the upper reaches of that hayfield lying across the river, one can see a distant barn and a house or two; appropriately aged, weathered and fitted to the landscape. A smattering of Ozarks/Buffalo River history provides grist for my mental mill, as I engage in the physical duty of “trail-digging,” (as Neil Compton referred to that task.) Looking out across the river, my gaze is drawn to a conical prominence some 6 ½ miles to the west. Featured on maps as Pilot Mountain, 1400 feet in elevation above sea-level, it must have served as a good navigation aid for settlers on the wagon road that passed to the little peak’s south. My gaze slides down the southern flank of Pilot Mountain, where one of the region’s historic cemeteries is found.

Some local history. Back in the mid-1990’s, Lunce Cash introduced me to Maude, whom he considered his “second mother.” Suzie and I visited the Osborne Cemetery before proceeding to the graveside service for Lunce Cash, on February 17, 2012. In Osborne Cemetery, we located the grave of Maude (Sitton-Lockhart-Crump-Stephens): 1899—2005. Maude was the longest-lived person I’ve known. And her personal history may be as interesting as any of the many characters (old-timers) that the Buffalo River country has produced. (I devoted a couple of pages to Maude in the book “Old Folks Talking.”) Her first husband was an infamous early-20th century bank robber, Dave “Ed” Lockhart . . . more on him later, when 2014 trail-building takes us to the 80 acres of Buffalo River land acquired by Ed’s father, Calvin Lockhart, in 1906.

When I pause from trail-building and gaze out to the southwest, I look at the haze-blued ridge called Point Peter Mountain, and visualize long, lonely Richland Valley on the ridge’s “yon side.” Prior to 2007 much of that valley and its flanking ridges was Cash country, reminding me of days Lunce Cash showed me its hidden places and told me its history . . . The Ozark Highlands Trail joins the Buffalo River Trail in Richland Valley. Years ago, I worked with OHT and Arkansas Fish & Game folks to work out that connection. Then Ken Smith and I proceeded—thru the 1990s—to lay out and get built the BRT down-river to Grinder’s Ferry (hwy 65 bridge.) Now we’re pushing on to Dillard’s Ferry (hwy 14 bridge.)

Go back to 1965, five years into the “Battle for the Buffalo River”—in which the dam-builders were pitted against the river-keepers. Had the Corps of Army Engineers carried out their long-standing plan to build the Lone Rock Dam, the waters of Buffalo River would have backed up to Highway 65, inundating everything described above. A major blow to the Corps’ dam-building plans came on December 10, 1965, when Arkansas Governor Orval Faubus sent a lengthy, heart-felt letter to Corps of Army Engineers General Cassidy. Point 5 of that letter reads:

With a dam and lake, the land is inundated. With a National River, the land remains, to grow beautiful trees of many kinds, dozens of varieties of wild flowers, and some crops. …The same fields and woods would continue to provide a home for thousands of wild birds, including quail and wild turkey, and continue to produce…other game… I support the National River proposal.

That statement of support from the Arkansas Governor was crucial in clearing the way for the salvation of the entire Buffalo River, a prolonged battle spanning more than six years—eventually successful, due largely to the ongoing efforts of the Ozark Society.

Editors Notes: The following article is the first of four installments. It is the story of one man’s love affair with the river and his dream of a Boy Scout Camp along its banks.

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Richard is a Scouter, Canoeist, Lover of the Buffalo River and Friend.

Story by Audrey E. “Umpy” Osborn, Troop Ole 97 Eagle Scout 1954

The beautiful Buffalo River twists its way from Boxley in Newton County, Arkansas through the rugged and exciting Arkansas Ozarks between Harrison and Russellville. It surges all the way to the White River through countless lush green hay fields and hillsides covered with red and white oak timber. Barely a remnant of the early settlers remained. This was my impression of the area when my life collided with the valley in the fall of 1964.

Red Bluff from its lofty perch keeps a silent watch over the restless Buffalo River. It was a wild land to the early Settlers. I thought it was somewhat wild when our paths first crossed in early 1960. I was a new 22-year-old hardwood lumber salesman for a Memphis hardwood wholesale company. After one year I returned to Memphis State to finish my BS Degree. The wild Buffalo River valley never left my mind. I still thought about the beautiful river its clear cold water and towering bluffs. I would travel out of my way to make another drive down US 65 through Marshall, Arkansas. I never dreamed of being an owner of a part of it.

I graduated from the 24th class of the National Hardwood Inspection School, January 1960. It was located in Memphis, Tennessee; Otis Goolsby was the instructor.

At that time, I joined The Frank A. Conkling Co., a hardwood lumber wholesale company. After a year in the office on Main Street in downtown Memphis, and four months calling on hardwood lumber accounts, I decided to re-enter Memphis State and add to the fifteen hours I already had. This was decided only after much encouragement from Peggy, my wife of two years. It was a long haul, but six months before I graduated in August of 1964 I had a part-time job in the afternoon with Cockroft Lumber Co., a hardwood lumber wholesaler. After graduation, I soon became a star salesman for Cockroft lumber, located at Poplar and Mendenhall in the First Tennessee Bank building.

My sales territory was a winner, a real moneymaker: Mississippi, Louisiana, Missouri and Arkansas. I called on furniture producers like Singer Mfg. in Truman, Fort Smith Chair, in Fort Smith, Southern Wooden Box in Jonesboro, also Turney Church Furniture, Sutton Products and Flexsteel Ind., in Harrison AR, and Cloud Oak Flooring in Springfield, MO, to name a few. However, I also had to purchase what I sold. I had to know lumber inventories for sale at every hardwood mill large or small and also in states bordering my territory. As an example, Lawton Branscum had a small mill in Marshall, AR, and was a regular supplier of Red Cedar lumber. Being able to supply what my customers needed was the key to my success.

It was during this time that I traveled to and fro every week. There were never more than five weeks between visits. I always looked forward to my next Northwest Arkansas and Southern Missouri trips. I especially liked the drives on US 65 between Marshall and Harrison, from Mt. View to Yellville and crossing the Buffalo River between Russellville and Harrison.

In the mid 60’s,I always felt at home in the area and wanted to experience more time in it. During that time I first saw and bought a copy of Ken Smith’s book, The Buffalo River Country. From then on, it was always on the front seat of my car right next to me. I began to think about the possibly of buying a piece of this beautiful wild river valley.

My scout experiences with troop Ole 97 in South Memphis had a great deal to do with my attraction to the Buffalo River country. To me, it encompassed all the outdoor activities I enjoyed, such as: hiking, exploring caves, creeks, hunting for arrowheads, canoeing on fast water beneath towering limestone bluffs and drinking Indian style from ice cold springs. These things I enjoyed as a scout and eight summer camps at Kia Kima near Hardy, AR. I’m an Eagle Scout and just four years earlier I led a group of Ole 97 Explorer Scouts through wild Half Mile Cave (now Blanchard Springs Caverns) and other wild caves.

One Friday afternoon while visiting with Lawton Branscum at his mill, he told me about his property and his cattle ranch. I told him I would like to own something on the Buffalo River some day. He said that was possible and would let me know if he heard of something.

One Saturday around February or March of 1968, Lawton called me at home and told me about the Weaver Tract, 500 acres with one and one-half miles of frontage on the Buffalo River. That next Sunday I was in route to Marshall, AR to meet with Lawton.

My good scout friend, Jimmy Moore, an Ole 97 Eagle Scout, and I arrived at Marshall that Sunday and met with Lawton. He said the road to the river meadow was too rough to go by car and he offered to take us to the property in one of his log trucks. This worked out fine, and we left a trail of dust out of town starting at the old railroad grade. Eight miles and about twenty minutes later we were winding down a steep valley between densely forested hillsides of tall red and white oaks. Eventually we pulled into what was the upper meadow near the remains of some pioneer structure. I was overwhelmed and speechless with the emerald green meadows and the mighty Red Bluff looking us in the face. My heart was racing; it was love at first sight. Future visits filled with discoveries would validate the uniqueness and indescribable beauty of this introduction. I told Jim, an ex Old Kia Kima staffer, that this property would be a perfect location for a Boy Scout Camp.

We followed the field road over to the west meadow, now much closer and almost in the shadow of the Red Bluff Citadel. The road veered south toward the edge of the meadow to the cedars, and then turned sharply westward to a beautiful bluff high above the river. Lawton told us the railroad piers in the river were called The Gilbert Crossing. This is where trains crossed with their heavy loads headed toward Gilbert, Harrison and on toward Kansas City until 1949. I asked him to stop for a minute; it was so beautiful, no roads, houses, or man-made sounds. Our guide was anxious to see the river and rushed us back to the truck for a short ride. We walked through a dense border of timber to a huge gravel bar opposite Red Bluff. It was obvious this was a favorite fishing hole or campsite for locals. Lawton was in a rush to get home but as an afterthought mentioned there was a nice spring on the property. It was hard to believe this property, hidden away as it was from the outside world, was only twenty minutes from Marshall’s town square and the Searcy County courthouse. If possible, I wanted to be the owner of this piece of the beautiful Buffalo River. I told Tom Belte, a young accountant for Cockroft Lumber, about the property and we brainstormed about how to purchase the property. He already knew I had some concern in the manner the owners were capping my base pay and suggested we form our own hardwood sales company. His father-in-law would also purchase the property for us and we could sell enough timber to pay for at least half of the property in less than two years with a payment of fifteen hundred a month. In May 1968, Osborn Belte Lumber Co. was formed. I was 29 years and 10 months old. We rented a one-room office space at 5165 Poplar Avenue. We bought the essentials: a desk, table, chairs, calculator, typewriter and file cabinet. Osborn Belte Lumber Co. was in business supplying American hardwoods. My customers and suppliers were faithful and sales went on as usual, Tom took care of all the office affairs.

By September, our routine would change drastically when we started the timber cutting. We rented a small trailer behind the Sunset Restaurant and Motel in Marshall. One of us would attempt to be in Marshall every week to oversee the logging and sawmill operations. This gave me an opportunity to really get to know and love this area.

We had the timber cruised and the volume verified our estimates. We decided to contract the timber cutting and hauling to Louis and Eliot Sanders, brothers that lived in the Zack community. They hauled the logs to George Treat in Marshall for sawing into lumber. Osborn Belte sold the flooring lumber to the Buffalo River Flooring Co., located north of Highway 65. The entire high grade was air dried and sold to various Arkansas customers. I relied on Tom for the bookkeeping of timber removal volume and sawing.

It was during this time that Louis Sanders took me to visit Lesco Steen at his log cabin on Spider Creek. I also met the Patricks on Brush Creek at Gilbert Crossing. Their property joined our property at Sand Hole Bluff, a short distance from their house. Mr. Patrick and his wife, Alma, became good friends and provided me many great home cooked meals while I stayed in Marshall. When Mr. Patrick was a young man in Chicago he had become familiar with the Boy Scouts and he enjoyed visiting the scouts at our campsite.

By the fall of 1969 the timber operation was completed. I thought about my first impression of the property and its relationship to scouting. I was anxious for Ole 97 Scoutmaster Buddy Irwin to camp there with the troop on the Buffalo River.

I am happy to say I eventually found the spring. Every one referred to the spring as Indian Spring, probably because it flowed over a bluff shelter creating a great place to camp. After many visits to the spring, I believed the bluff shelter was actually an ancient Indian bluff dweller site around 2000 years old.

Troop Ole 97 would make four or more weekend and three week long summer camp trips to the Buffalo River from November 1969 to the summer of 1978.

Celebrate the Buffalo River This Friday Night!

YOU are invited to the “Celebrate the Buffalo National River - A Fund Raising Gala in support of our National River. Entry tickets for the lobby party from 5 -7 PM are $5. A $100 ticket allows entrance to the three-course banquet, live entertainment, silent auction, and includes the lobby party. Ken Smith will be the guest of honor and featured speaker and will be available to sign his books. Contact Jack Stewart at 870-715-0260 or visit the website at

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Editor’s note: Please contact Farrel at f.t.couch@ or 479.200.2621 prior to the event to sign up or to check on any changes. Don’t wait too long as the hikes tend to fill up quickly. All hikes require you to sign a release waiver. Thank you.

Sunday, Oct. 25, 2015:Grand Tour Hike through the Ponca Wilderness. Meet at Kyle’s Landing campground at 9 am to shuttle to the Center Point Trailhead to start. This hike is rated strenuous and is approximately 10 miles total length. A total of 5 wet crossings! Enjoy the fall colors and lots of fantastic sites. There is a 15-person limit. An alternate route is planned if river levels are too high. As of today, 10/22/15, there are still a few spots left for this hike so give Farrel a call!

Sunday Nov. 15, 2015: Round Top Mountain and Alum Cove Natural Area; Meet at the Round Top Mtn. parking area south of Jasper at 9:30 am, Rated moderate, 5 miles total both hikes, wear hunters orange, 15-person limit.

Sunday, December 13, 2015: Whittaker Creek bushwhack, Meet at wilderness parking area on Cave Mtn. Road (Hawksbill Crag Trailhead) at 9:00 am, rated strenuous, 8 miles total 15-person limit.

Sunday January 17, 2016. Buzzard Roost Rocks and Natural Bridge, Pam’s Grotto. Meet at Hawkins Store at Pelsor at 10:00am, Rated Moderate, 5 miles total, 15-person limit.

BRC Oct-Dec 2015 Calendar

• Friday Oct. 23rd Celebration of the Buffalo

• Sunday Oct. 25th Grand Tour Hike

• Sunday Nov. 15th Round Top Mountain & Alum Cove Natural Area

• Sunday Dec. 13th Whittaker Creek Bushwhack

• Sunday Jan. 17th Buzzard Roost and Pam’s Grotto

See you on the river. LT

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