Yesterday included a bit too much adventure. Today, I woke up anxious for adventure. About 25 miles to the west of Spruce Pine, North Carolina lies a very special place located on the border of Tennessee and North Carolina. The special place is called Roan Mountain. It's the sort of place that you don't get to by accident. You can only get here by intention. It's not on a route between any two major attractions. To the locals, it's as sacred as the Taj Mahal is to the locals of another country, another culture, and a different kind of religion. Where as many are called to the Taj Mahal for their reasons, I was called to Roan for my own reasons. This journey was to be more of a personal celebration and spiritual experience than it was to be an entry in my training log book. I don't know if I'll ever return to Roan, but that doesn't concern me. I've captured the experience that will stay with me for my remaining years in my lifetime.
To understand Roan is to understand the spirit of the region. There is no better example of the spirit of Roan than Cornelious Rex Peake. For those who truly understand Roan, Cornelious Rex Peake "is" Roan. Those that conquer Roan are rewarded with the history of Cornelious Rex Peake. His story is told at the top of the mountain, where his spirit will live long past my lifetime.
- "A special man who loved God, his country, it's fellow men and this land; a legacy from his forefathers. Born in the valley below April 3, 1887, buried near his birthplace, March 23, 1964. Because of his love of nature, his lone and close association with this mountain, no one was better versed on the Roan and it's people."
And so I set off to visit Cornelious...
My journey began in the Pisgah-Cherokee National Forest at 5,500 feet, just over a mile high at Carvers Gap. The path to Roan allows the adventure seeker to enjoy a part of the Applachian Trail that runs nearby. I had no plan to continue to Maine but rather an opportunity to enjoy a short stretch that allowed me to accept Roan and all it's glory.
The journey started with a steep incline up. I wasn't hiking today, but rather laced up the shoes. Matt had me down for a 10 miler on a flat soft surface which I assumed would be just under an hour and a half. I don't think this counted as flat terrain today?
Once you finish the first steep section you come around the corner and proceed to a steep incline that continues upward...
Eventually you get a little decline to let the heart rate recover and the quads to stop shaking and then you get something new to experience, like another steep incline :)
Ahhhhh, who doesn't like a good old fashioned plateau at 6,000 feet?
Imagine that, here comes another section of steep incline! I can see the top!
The trail in certain sections gets quite rocky and narrow. In steep sections, it's just not possible to run but rather "climb" your way to higher elevation. Here I'm making my way through the natural rhododendrons. Towards the top of the mountain, the path narrows to barely shoulder width between the large and plentiful rhododendron plants which should be in full bloom within about 3 weeks. This is something typical of the path, "another steep section..."
I'm still not at the top but I'm VERY close. I think all the steep inclines are behind me at this point. There's well over 100 mountain tops that exceed 4,000 feet in this region. I'm over 6,200 feet at this point.
Shortly after this picture at the peak, I sat down and stared into the abyss. Somewhere out there, a few hundred miles away is a place called Atlanta that has a lot of people, a lot of cars, a ton of traffic, plenty of smog, an abundance of stress, and is a living burial ground for empty souls.
I had my visit with Cornelious Rex Peake. There wasn't much small talk. It didn't include any idle chit-chat. I acknowledged him and he acknowledged me. And then I left him to his quite home to enjoy a Sunday afternoon of serenity without me. They buried Cornelious Rex Peake on the Roan in 1964. But I can attest he's still alive and well.

By The Numbers
- 31 - Days of being injured or sick in 2008 (1/29, 1/30, 1/31 deep fatigue, sore, chills, fever, headache, cough, 2/16-2/23, 2/27-2/28, 3/24 bad plantar fasciitis) Started "no running" the day after Easter Sunday 3/23. Back to running April 13.
- 114 - Days in a row of consistent training
- 3 - Days missed of training at least 30 minutes in 2008 (goose-eggs in 2008)
- 90 - Days remaining until Ironman Canada