oky Mountains, I generally find the AT to be too crowded for my liking. It can be like waiting in line for a ride at Disneyland, except there’s no ride. There’s just a line. If you don’t believe me, head up to Neel’s Gap or Max Patch on a summer Saturday. If I do any backpacking on the AT, I try to go in winter before the NOBO bubble starts to form in mid-March.
About the loop
The Appalachian Trail and the Bartram Trail intersect twice—near Cheoah Bald in the north and Wayah Bald in the south—forming a 58-mile loop.
Although there are several places you could start and finish this loop, I think it makes the most sense to park at the NOC near Bryson City, NC. There’s an outfitter on the property as well as a restaurant (and lodging if you need it). Another upside to starting at the NOC is that you make the 3000-foot climb out of the Nantahala Gorge on fresh legs.
It’s almost impossible to get lost on the white-blazed AT, but the Bartram is another story. The Bartram Trail is little trafficked, overgrown in places, and can be confusing to navigate. Sections of it incorporate paved, gravel, and dirt roads, and it can be hard to find the yellow-blazed trailheads. I carried a paper map of Nantahala National Forest, but I almost exclusively used the GPS map on my smartphone to navigate.
If you’re planning to do this loop, I highly recommend that you download some sort of interactive map to your smartphone that will show you exactly where you are on—or off—the. The declination is -8° (west).
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Day 1 (12 miles)
I intended to park at the NOC and start my hike at dawn. That would have given me three days of around 19 miles each. That didn’t work out. I ended up starting my hike SOBO on the AT at 11:30 a.m. The rain held off until I climbed out of the gorge and started walking the ridgeline of the mountains. This climb was not as bad as I thought it would be. Then again, I love walking on the backbone of a range. It reminded me of the Black Mountain Crest Trail in that I could look back and see the series of summits I had just climbed. Seeing your progress is very rewarding.
The rain brought a dense fog that ruined my views from the trail and the steel lookout tower. I walked until the sunlight was fading and stopped at Cold Spring Shelter, which is directly adjacent to the trail. The shelter is small and I was pleased to only find one other person there, an AT NOBO thru-hiker, nicknamed Copper Man. I hung my gear to dry, filtered water, and ate dinner. I almost never sleep in shelters because of the rodent problem, but I didn’t feel like pitching a tent in the downpour.
The cold weather forced us into our sleeping bags and we both fell asleep well before hiker midnight. We were joined by another AT NOBO thru-hiker nicknamed Chopsticks around 2:00 a.m. He was night-hiking and was leery of the coyotes that were howling. We made some room and he settled in for the rest of the night. The mice woke me up a few times scrambling against my sleeping pad, but thankfully they didn’t chew through any of my gear.
Day 2 (24 miles)
I’m guessing at the mileage here. I woke up at 5:30 a.m. and Chopsticks and I started packing up our gear. He went north and I went south. The walk to Wayah Bald was pretty easy. Again, the rain and fog ruined any views from the stone lookout tower there.
The AT and Bartram Trail line up for a little while on an absolutely unnecessary trail that parallels a paved footpath. If you’re a purist, take the trail. Otherwise, walk the road downhill until a side road on the right takes you to the trail junction. Take the Bartram Trail north and enjoy what I think is the best section of the entire loop.
The trail descends over ridges and through unexpected grassy fields. It was challenging at times to stay on the trail, but that was part of the fun. The pathway descends and crosses the road at Sawmill Gap and then climbs back up the mountain. The climb back up is on a gravel road and is pretty easy. The 3½-mile climb from the summit down to Fontana Lake was exhilarating. I was surprised at some of the scrambling involved to get down the rocky crags. I’d have no idea where the trail was taking me until I rounded the next turn. It was steep and slippery and so much fun.
The trail spit me out on a road adjacent to Fontana Lake. I walked to the right and took a series of paved and gravel roads all the way to Appletree Group Camp. It can be hard to follow the trail in this section, but the blazes are there if you look for them. After entering Appletree, the Bartram Trail follows the river on a muddy, hilly footpath that is no fun at all. It’s basically the worst parts of the Chattooga Trail without any of the good parts. In warmer months, this must be swarming with biting insects. Bring bug spray.
After the camp, the trail follows old forestry roads through the mountains. I should stress that there are no campsites between here and the water tower above the Nantahala River rafting/kayaking put-in on Highway 74. As darkness closed in on me, I managed to find a flat enough spot at the intersection of the Bartram and Piercy Creek Trails. I set up camp during a lull in the rain and managed to eat dinner before the raindrops started to fall again.
I got terrible sleep since I had to wipe away condensation constantly throughout the night to keep my sleeping quilt and other gear from getting wet. That’s a big downside to a single-walled tent. My morale was low at this point. I thought I’d have another day and half of this wet slog. Thankfully, that proved not to be the case.
Day 3 (22 miles)
Again, I’m guessing at the mileage here. I woke up and broke camp and started hiking during a lull in the misty rain around 7:00 am. I had to walk up and over the mountain to get to the Nantahala River put-in. This section reminded me of the Pinnacle Pass & Rim Of The Gap Loop in northwest SC. Near the top of the mountain, I saw the sun for the first time in days. It was truly invigorating.
Most of the descent down the mountain was on a gravel road. I was hauling ass. I made it to the river put-in by around 9:30 am. It was at this point that I realized I might be able to finish my hike before sunset and grab a real, non-freeze-dried meal at the NOC. Food is a big motivator for me.
The walk from the put-in to the base of the mountain featured a paved footpath! You can imagine how fast I walked that section. This was the only time I encountered another person on the Bartram Trail and it was a jogger.
After that, I crossed the highway and the railroad tracks and started to climb the mountain. This section ascends 3000 feet in 5 miles. It is a brutal climb. I probably haven’t done this much climbing in one day since I went over Muir Pass on day 6 of my John Muir Trail thru-hike. The trail follows steep switchbacks up the mountain until it intersects with Ledbetter Creek. After that, it largely follows the creek to the intersection with the AT.
There are many creek crossings. I’m sure most of the crossings can be made atop rocks and logs during a dry season, but not after the steady rain I had just experienced. I resigned myself to having macerated feet for yet another day and just started fording straight through the creek beds. I’m guessing the big waterfall 3/4 of the way up the mountain was Bartram Falls, but I don’t know for sure.
After climbing above the creek, I crossed an old forestry road and was challenged with a still steeper trail to the summit. This was really tough, especially since I had already climbed up and over a mountain earlier in the day. I lost some of every step due to the slickness of the mud. It was like running up an escalator. As usual, I promised myself that I’d stop to eat lunch at the intersection of the Bartram Trail and the AT.
When I finally reached the trail junction, a sign informed me that I was only a half mile from Cheoah Bald. Better yet, I was only 8 miles from the NOC. I didn’t know my exact mileage along the Bartram Trail and thought I might have around 13 miles left. I strolled the half mile to Cheoah Bald and took a well-earned break.
It was 1:30 p.m. and I only had 7½ miles to go. I figured that instead of eating a big lunch of trail pizza I would burn through my snacks I’d packed just in case there was a morning of day 4. I pocket