Pisgah Perfect

Okay. It’s fair to say that my time spent in Pisgah National Forest from Sunday, July 14  – Saturday, July 20, with a brief hiatus into Atlanta for a Phish show is a little past due. The good news is that I think I’m in a place (Boston, MA), where I should be able to catch up and share with you my travels, heady thoughts and some just-for-fun realizations in the next couple of posts. So, before my experiences lose the relevance of time, it’s time to get on with the journey…OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

With my adventure having just started a week previous and having spent the first five days of it with my Wanee family in Columbia and Charleston, South Carolina, Mount Pisgah was to serve as my home-base for exploring Asheville, North Carolina – a place that even though I had never been resonated with me for some special reason – and represented the first opportunity to continue the “work” of my spiritual journey. I was looking forward to solitude, which would allow myself to look within, get in touch with nature (and therefore myself) and allow the time and space needed to assume the role of the “observer” on my path towards enlightenment. And, it did…to a certain degree, but more on that in a future post. Before I share with you the beautiful natural wonders the National Park has to offer, I thought I’d give you a little background before we head into the back country.

Background before the back country

Borrowing its namesake from the Biblical mountain from which Moses saw the promised land after 40 years of wandering in the wilderness, Pisgah National Forest is named after a prominent peak, Mount Pisgah, a 5,721-foot summit along the Blue Ridge Parkway.

Panomara of Mount Pisgah

Panomara of Mount Pisgah

Comprised of 500,000 acres of mile-high vistas, whitewater rivers, cascading waterfalls and hundreds of miles of trails through heavily forested slopes, Pisgah National Forest is just 15 miles outside of Asheville, North Carolina. Originally owned by George Vanderbilt, a transportation mogul-made millionaire (multi-billionaire by today’s standards), the forest in the 1890’s was intended to serve as a backyard hunting preserve for his estate, The Biltmore mansion – the largest private home in the United States (which I will detail later in the post).  Following Vanderbilt’s passing in 1914, his widowed wife sold the land to the United States government, making it one of the first tracks of land purchased under the Week’s Act of 1911, which led to it becoming the first National Forest of the East in 1916. It not only remains one of the first designated wilderness areas in the country and home to the first School of Forestry in the United States but the oldest national forest in North Carolina. Today, sharing a boarder with Great Smoky Mountain National Park in Tennessee, Pisgah National Forest provides some of the most dramatic scenery and outstanding recreational opportunities in the Appalachian Mountains.

Even its epic history, dramatic views and recreational outlets don’t do justice to just how special this place became to me. So, as not to try to convince you of this, I thought a day-by-day digest of my time spent might suffice until I can digest the emotional impact it has had?

Day 1: Bound for Glory

I was so excited to get to the forest, experience the Blue Ridge Mountains for the first time, drive along the renowned Blue Ridge Parkway and camp in all its glory, I couldn’t contain it.

After a 30-minute drive up the parkway, I navigated myself to Mount Pisgah Campground, set up camp at an elevation of 4,980 feet and settled in for the night, but not before making friends with my camp neighbors who made a peace offering in the form of a beer (PBR). Much appreciated, as I was without.

Day 2: Navigating the terrain

In a cloud

In a cloud

Having arrived in a cloud and unable to see the dramatic views on my way up, in the morning I decided to venture out to find a cell phone signal, get my bearings and re-up on some camping supplies, like ice, firewood and beer. This brought me further South the Blue Ridge Parkway to SR 276 which took me down the mountain and on a path to explore:

Sliding Rock: Sliding Rock is 60-foot natural rock slide with a 6-7-foot pool at the base. A little touristy for me, it was still a must see while in the forest. The slide is an official Forest Service Recreation Area with a $1 fee, which covers parking and on-duty lifeguards. If you plan to experience it, bring shoes, ensure you’re 16 years of age or older and be prepared for a chilling splash at the end!

Looking Glass Falls: Looking Glass Falls is probably one of the best known falls in Pisgah National Forest due its easy access just off of 276. It’s about 60-feet tall and always has a heavy flow of water. Next to its beauty, the coolest part is that you’re welcome to climb the rocks at its base, swim and wade in the pool that it creates.

Looking Glass Falls from the base.

Looking Glass Falls from the base.

Oskar Blues Brewery, Brevard, North Carolina: 

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERALocated in Brevard, North Carolina on the other side of the mountain from Asheville, Oskar Blues is one of 48 breweries (and counting) in the Asheville area. Originally hailing from Boulder, Colorado Oskar Blues was one of the first breweries to put good, craft beer in a can: Dale’s Pale Ale. A backpacker’s and hop head’s dream-come-true. They consistently brew seven craft beers ranging in gravity and ABV from Mama’s Little Yella Pils on the lighter side to Ten Fidy, a 10% roasty, ultra stout. My favorite of the flight I tried was Dales Pale Ale – one voluminously hopped mutha of a pale ale – and Deviant Dale’s, which I brought back to camp with me in 16-oz. cans.

Without getting into too much detail here, a couple events transpired in just the first 24-hours, which taught me to: trust the path of love and light and not to put too much stake into those who are still part of the system, as their holding on too tight will only stand in the way of connecting in a more meaningful way.

Through these events, which were only mildly disappointing, I was able to see the beauty of a journey: better things lie ahead even if they’re outside of the plan, like this glorious sunset from a special place I affectionately dubbed “sunset rock.” Called to it by means of it being illuminated by the only ray of light on the side of the mountain, I would not have found it or been able to see the setting sun had the plans I made not fallen through.Sunset Rock

Day 3: “F” is for finding adventure with new-found friends

In a dramatic turn of events, which brought my camp neighbor, a hippie, pirate purveyor of vegan food on Shakedown streets around the country, back to the mountains, I now had a partner in crime in which to explore more of the forest. Hiking was the name of our game.

From the summit

From the summit

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAMount Pisgah Trail: We headed out to summit Mount Pisgah, a 6-mile round-trip hike from base camp, which traversed moderate to strenuous terrain and a 800-foot ascend and descend through a variety of micro-climates, including a high elevation swamp, heavily populated hardwood forest and an almost arid, vegetation-free bald spot at the summit.

Private natural pool: After the four-hour hike to-and-from the summit, my new-found-friend and I were up for a swim in the balmy waters of one of the many 56-degree streams that ran through the forest. The coolest thing about this is that unlike community pools and public swimming holes, you can just pull over and find your own little private slice of life. So we did and found this place just off the beaten path. Even without getting in, the breeze created from the flow of cool water over the rocks was like nature’s own air conditioner. So refreshing.

Our private little pool

Our private little pool

Moore Cove Falls: Just down from Looking Glass falls on 276, there was a little turn-off and trail head which lead to shower-like cascade of Moore Cove Falls, a 50-foot freefall with an average flow of what is seen in the pictures below.

Moore Cove Falls

Moore Cove Falls



Day 4: Something Phishy

As much as I appreciated the company my camp neighbor kept, I ventured into the mountains for alone time, and it was about time I found it, even if I had to create it myself. Phish playing in Atlanta provided the perfect opportunity. I headed out late on Wednesday morning, arrived in Atlanta around 3:30pm, scored tickets at face value without the “inconvenience fee” from the box office, tailgated it, worked it on Shakedown Street and headed into the show. I found that if I’m going to a show and have lawn seats, it’s guaranteed to rain! Four and half hours later, I was soaked from head to toe, but learned that it’s the only way to really get down at a jam band show. Finger up!PANO_20130717_201631

Knowing I had to start the drive back after the show and late into the night, I kept it cool by not indulging too much. I made it as far as I could, but it wasn’t far enough so I pulled into a Pilot Travel Center and spent the first night in my car. It wouldn’t take a whole lot of nights like that before I rethought what I was doing. Fortunately, it was my first and last time sleeping in a car…so far.

The Biltmore Estate

The Biltmore Estate

Day 5: Crunchy Opulence 

Upon making it back into the Asheville area on Thursday morning, I immediately proceeded to the Biltmore Estate, the largest private residence in the United States. At 178,926 square feet (almost 4 acres under roof!), The Biltmore house is a Châteauesque-styled mansion built by George Washington Vanderbilt II between 1889 and 1895. Featuring  250 rooms (33 guest rooms, 43 bathrooms, 65 fireplaces, a 10,000 volume library, a Banquet Hall with a 70-foot ceiling and full-size pipe organ, an indoor pool, bowling alley, as well as a state-of-the-art fitness center for the time) it stands today as one of the most prominent examples of the Gilded Age. Too bad they wouldn’t allow pictures inside 🙁

Biltmore Gardens. An impressive place.

Biltmore Gardens. An impressive place.

Most impressive was its 8,000 acre plot, which featured extensive gardens, arboretum, bass pond (more like a lake) and a winery.

For more on the Biltmore, including its impressive history read on.

All in all, the Biltmore cost $60 to access the house and grounds and took about 4 hours to see (and I was hurrying). Despite its status as a tourist attraction, I’d highly recommend stopping by. Not only was the family history interesting and its architecture awe-inspiring, stepping back in time to understand the effect the Victorian era had on its design was a learning experience.

After leaving the Biltmore, I headed into Asheville to check out the local scene, which I will detail in a future post. In the meantime, I’ll tell you that I posted up at the Asheville Brewing Company, where I worked on a blog post and stopped into Wicked Weed for dinner before heading back to join the camping queen at Pisgah Campground. I showed up pretty toasted, but it sure did make for a fun drive up the Blue Ridge!

Asheville Brewing Co.

Asheville Brewing Co.

Day 6: Closing out

I woke up on Friday with mixed emotions, knowing that this would be my last full day on Mount Pisgah. Not only did I want to make the most of my surroundings and check out some additional hiking trails and waterfalls, but I wanted to experience more of Asheville than I previously allowed. So, here’s how I closed out my last day:

OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERAFrying Pan Loop: At the entrance of Mount Pisgah Campground is Frying Pan Loop, a 3/4-mile trail up 375 feet of gravel terrain. Allowing me to escape the crowds of Mount Pisgah Trail, I was able to see soaring views of the Blue Ridge Mountain range from the 50-foot Frying Pan Tower (an abandoned fire tower) at just about 5,200 feet. Although an easy walk, if you’re afraid of heights, this isn’t the trail for you. Perched on the tower and looking down the ridge, it reminded me of a view you’d only get when skydiving (only about 10,000 feet lower).

Graveyard Field Falls: Two waterfalls (an upper and a lower) grace the area known as Graveyard Field, a mile-high valley filled with wildflowers and surrounded by the Blue Ridge mountains.OLYMPUS DIGITAL CAMERA

Asheville, North Carolina: After soaking up as much as I could in Pisgah, it was time to head into Asheville for one last time, where I would stumble on the Friday night drum circle, eat at Mayfel’s and check out the Asheville Music Hall where I would jam out to the sounds of “Big Something” and “The Mantras.” There’s lots more to say about my time in Asheville, and I look forward to breaking it down in a later post. But, that will have to wait as this post is already getting too long. So stay tuned.

Looking back, I could’ve stayed in Pisgah for another week and still not have felt that I had sufficient time to reflect and explore. So, I will probably return. However, I did find time to let go, open up and formulate  few thought-provoking ideas from the forest, which I look forward to sharing with you when the time is right.

In the meantime, I hope this gives you an idea of why this forest will forever be a part of me.

Red, White and BOOM!

Me at Independence Hall in Philadelphia. A foreshadowing event? I think so!

Me at Independence Hall in Philadelphia. A foreshadowing event? I think so!

Red, white and BOOM! Just what the world needs…another blog. As fledgling and obscure as this may seem, my intent is that it will mirror the spirit of my adventure. Evolve, grow and take on a life of its own, but it has to start somewhere, right?

Made public on July 4th, 2013, Vicariously Through.Me celebrates life, liberty and the pursuit of happiness in its most literal, non-governmental form. It acknowledges the right to be who you are, do what you want to do and to live life to its fullest without letting excuses and rationalizations get in the way.

For me personally, it commemorates my independence from the confines of the status quo. Having recently resigned my position and walked away from my corporate career, I’ve consolidated everything I own into a handful boxes and reduced my overhead (mortgage, rent and utility-free) to allow for an open-ended, nomadic journey for the soul.

By means of this albeit ambiguous collection of stories, thoughts and travels, my life is taking a new direction – a frivolous pursuit of freedom. But that is not to say it does not have a purpose. It does. And the value will be actively participating and paying witness to what my – no, our – higher calling turns out to be.

In the meantime, much like your Fourth of July celebrations, it will be filled with fireworks, food, festivals, family, friends, funk and most importantly FUN!

But, what it’s missing is you! It needs your eyes, but more importantly your thoughts if it is going to thrive. So if freedom, as it is described here, speaks to you and means as much to you as it does for me, I hope you’ll consider being a part of a renaissance and reformation in the making by sharing not only this, but your points of view.

Have a happy and safe Independence Day.

Go ‘Murica!





On the Road to Find Out

This isn’t your run-of-the-mill travel blog, but a physical manifestation of me ditching dogma and getting in touch my true self uninhibited by the layers of mainstream society. Inspired by life, science, music and mother nature, this is a chronicle of one man’s journey into the unknown and personal pursuit of purpose, inner peace, harmony with others and unity with the world in which we live.

Who is to say exactly when or why this quest for a more meaningful existence began? All I can say is that my previous life as a corporate communications professional just wasn’t adding up, nor was it all that it was cracked up to be.  And it wasn’t because I was not good at what I did. I was successful – at least according to other people’s standards. I graduated Magna Cum Laude with a Bachelor of Science degree in a nationally-recognized mass communications program.  And over the last 10+ years, I was fortunate to amass a wealth of experience in the field, serving as a publicist, principal writer, public relations account executive, account manager at a full-service integrated advertising agency and most recently as  the first-ever social media specialist for an internationally renowned travel brand. I even earned awards, accolades, public speaking opportunities and published a few by-lined articles along the way. I was accomplished yet unfulfilled. Something was missing.

For all intensive purposes, I was doing everything that I was “supposed” to. From the outside looking in, I guess you could say that I had everything that most people seek to achieve: independence and financial stability by means of a fruitful career; I was driving a new new car and living on my own in a modest two-bedroom suburban home that was furnished to the “T”. I donned an  extensive wardrobe comprised of designer brands, and more importantly I had a loving family, friends, romantic flings and lots of weekend fun! But still I couldn’t help from asking myself, “is this all there is?”

As I told my friends and family who questioned my “plan” (or lack thereof) along the way, I sometimes wonder if having a wife, family of 2.2 children and a mortgage payment would’ve provided a greater sense of purpose and fulfillment. After all, a life of love is about doing right by and making sacrifices for others. The answer is maybe? But, I wasn’t about to over-commit only to be let down, as so many of others I know have done before me. These were choices they made – not desires of my own or even decisions I was willing to entertain. I just knew there had to be more and now I am risking everything to find it.

Truth in its simplest form.

Truth in its simplest form.

As of today, July 4, 2013, I’m poised to do what many students do after graduating college but never did. Travel. But this isn’t your typical “gap year” which has a beginning, an end and destinations in between. I’m walking away, leaving my income behind, liquidating  almost everything I own and worked so hard to gain, but most of all I am relinquishing the “model” and distancing myself from the creature comforts so many of us are not only married to but find identity in. This is freedom in its simplest form. This is about letting go and opening up to everything at the same time. It’s a solo sabbatical for the soul. My goal: To afford an adventure full of thoughts, feelings and experiences that will pave the way for a more sustainable and fulfilling future.

Family and friends don't count. They and the memories we share with them will always be with us. The rest is just stuff.

Family and friends don’t count. They and the memories we share with them will always be with us. The rest is just stuff.

But, believe it or not, this space is more about YOU than it is me! Despite the saying “It takes a lot of courage to show your dreams to someone else,” (Erma Bombeck) this is precisely what I intend to do. And not only do I trust that my thoughts, feelings and epiphanies will be safe and maybe even echo with you, but I realize they are less without you. To say it another way, it would mean a lot to me if they meant something to you. Why? Because I believe WE are spiritual beings having a human experience and these experiences need to be shared with one another if we are to uncover its meaning. So, if part of our purpose in life is to learn from each other then my hope is that  this community and my travels, will help facilitate a better understanding of self, others and nature.

So, to those who said they were jealous of what I am about to do, let this  inspire you and prove that you can too! For those contemplating a similar move, I hope to provide some resources, feature the stories of others pursuits, and share some lessons learned along the way in which you can hopefully find value. Equally so, I hope – no, trust – that you’ll want to chime in from time to time to provide some insights, suggestions, opinions and challenges to my sometimes progressive points of view. That is what is meant when I say to live Vicariously Through.Me.

Going Rogue

There will be haters, doubters, non-believers and then there will be you and me proving them wrong.

There will be haters, doubters, non-believers and then there will be you and me proving them wrong.

Welcome to Vicariously Through.Me, an evolving life story of a communications professional going rogue.

Created in the Summer of 2013 on the precipice of doing something epic in life, Vicariously Through.Me recognizes the value of unique perspectives and experiences, including your own. It was born out of a necessity to embark on a quest to find meaning and a greater sense of purpose in life, and it is dedicated to the hearts and minds that are seeking to escape the materialistic tendencies that can so often dictate the course of our lives.

Told in the first-person through the eyes and adventures of an overly-consumed and under-liberated 30-something, it acknowledges that it’s a little late to the table in terms of travel blogs. That’s why this is exactly what it’s not.

Surely, it serves as a platform to share my adventures, expand on my experiences, and tempt your senses with the tastes, sights and sounds of travel. (Please don’t call me Shirley.) But, it also promises transparency, honesty and humility in the thoughts, feelings, frustrations and fears that motivated me to leave it all behind and begin again.

Because I do not presume to be the first person or the last to drop out of the rat race in search for something bigger, Vicariously Through.Me is not special, but it is as unique as the perspective and chronicles of one man’s journey to make sense out of an otherwise meaningless model. My own.

I hope you will accompany me on my journey and consider writing your own story as we move forward in navigating the uncertain terrain of an interpreted life.

It’s an honor to invite you live Vicariously Through.Me.