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Smoky Mountain woodlands reinvent themselves once again.

Smoky Mountain Miracle

At the Sugarlands Visitor Center at the Gatlinburg, Tennessee entrance, Ranger Arthur McDade explains the beginnings of the park. “This was the first citizen-driven park in the nation. With the help of $5 million in matching funds from the Rockefeller Foundation, Tennessee and North Carolina raised enough money to purchase the acreage required to establish the park. This park is a testament to citizen efforts to donate and preserve. And with 50 to 80 inches of rain annually and a long growing season, the park is a testament to nature’s ability to recover.”

Unlike western parks where all the land was owned by the government, in the Smokies timber companies and small farmers owned the land. Over the next four years, the states acquired 6,000 plots of land, some from willing sellers, some by eminent domain. In 1934, Congress authorized the park with 400,000 acres.

“First, the Cherokee gave up their land when the government forced them out,” Ranger McDade says. “Then the American-European farmers gave up the land. Now we have a great chunk of the southern Appalachian Mountains preserved for posterity.”

Though decimated by logging, the mountain ecosystem recovered with the spread of the plants and animals that survived in the hollers and hills too steep to cut. Now designated a UNESCO International Biosphere Preserve, the park boasts more species of plants that all of Europe. An ongoing biological inventory has documented 1,500 species of flowering plants and 130 species of trees. The study has discovered 900 species previous unknown and estimates the park may harbor as many as 100,000 species of life.

Sampling the magic and majesty of the mountains is as easy as getting out of your car and walking down one of the forest trails. Along the road, “Quite Walkways” lead far enough into the woods to escape road noise. Yet, according to the park administrators, five out of six of the nearly 10 million visitors have only a “windshield experience.”

“We offer lots of ways to see the park,” Nancy Gray, with park public relations, says. “We have auto trails with stops and printed guides, and self-guided nature trails from one-fourth to one-mile long. From June through October, rangers lead interpretive hikes and present programs. Best of all, the park has 800 miles of trails that vary from easy strolls to 71 miles of the Appalachian Trail.”

For an introduction to the lure of the Smokies, we hike to Laurel Falls, a 1.3-mile walk through a forest of oaks and maples with a dense understory of mountain laurel and rhododendron. In June, flamboyant blooms cover the shrubs and in the fall the maples turn blushing hues of reds and oranges. Today shades of green color the valleys and distant ridges. Couples with strollers and people all ages flock down the family-friendly, paved trail to the 75-foot waterfall.

Besides of wonders of nature, the park preserves seven historic districts where settlers carved out small farming communities in the rich valleys. The Cades Cove district preserves 10 cabins, barns, outbuildings, and churches from the 125 families that lived here in 1900. An 11-mile, one-way loop circles the perimeter with the abandoned fields the center.

To get a closer feel for the land and its pioneer inhabitants, we rent bicycles at the visitor center and cruise the rolling, winding lane. A cloudless blue sky and precipitous mountain ridges frame fields chest-high in grass and sunflowers. With little road traffic, the silence of history mingles with the whisper of the breeze. We stop at log cabins with split-rail fences and walk among the weathered grave stones in cemeteries behind white, clapboard churches. The land shaped the lives of these farmers as much as they shaped it.

At Clingmans Dome, a short drive from Newfound Gap, a paved, but steep, one-half-mile trail leads to a 54-foot observation tower. At 6,643 feet, the view from the highest point in the park encompasses a horizon-to-horizon panorama that on rare clear days stretches for 100 miles into seven states.

Though majestic, the view also captures the history of mountains under siege since the first axe men invaded the pristine forests. Dead-standing Fraser Fir trees killed by balsam wooly adelgid, an Asian parasite introduced in 1963, surround the tower. In 1929, the chestnut blight from Asia killed the keystone tree species and forever changed the makeup of the ecosystem. The latest threat to the forest emerged in 2002 when another Asian wooly adelgid that kills hemlock, another keystone species of the forest, entered the park.

Axes and plows decimated the forests of the Smoky Mountains in the past and imported species threaten the future, but they are minor disturbances compared to what these resilient mountains have endured through the ages. Born from the collision of tectonic plates 200 million years ago, the Appalachians have seen its rugged peaks worn down to rounded domes, ice ages come and go, and endured climate changes from near sub-arctic to today’s moderate winters.

After seven decades of the healing touch of undisturbed nature, the rejuvenated Smokies once again have the power to inspire even the drive-through tourist.

By George Oxford Miller

President Franklin Roosevelt stood in this exact spot overlooking Newfound Gap in 1934 when he dedicated the Great Smoky Mountains National Park. Looking at the hazy ridges of the Appalachians stretching to the horizon, I try to visualize what the scene looked like then. When the park was established, timber companies had clear cut 80 percent of the hills and valleys. Not a promising start for what has become the keystone national park east of the Mississippi River.

Yet today you would never guess the mountain slopes had been stripped, the streams silted, and the wildlife decimated. From Rockefeller Monument, where FDR stood with one foot in Tennessee and the other in North Carolina, the view is breathtaking. The densely forested hills, verdant valleys, and wildflower-lined roadways show little signs of past abuse.

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