HOLDEN MILL TRAIL at Eno River State Park
Rain in the Blue Ridge kept us in the flat lands and we returned to an old favorite, the Eno River State Park. We hiked the Holden Mill Trail and the Buckquarter Creek Trail. It was a hot 87 degree day, but we turned in a nice five mile workout along one the State's oldest rivers.
During our first visit to Eno River State Park, we spotted the elusive "red heeled Badunkadunk" at this site. It is a nice small series of falls which is located a few hundred yards north of Fews Ford. http://fbwg-hiking.blogspot.com/2012/12/eno-river-state-park-how-many-times.html
Along the trail we encountered some of nature's most unusual creatures, the beautiful butterfly and the river turtle.
Butterflies were more numerous than turtles but they were much harder to photograph. The turtles were sunbathing at various locations on the river. Often rocks had several turtles crowded on top catching some rays. But we soon encountered these "bumps on a log".
My favorite turtle was the one we saw on the way out who was "planking" on a rock!
For some reason the Buckquarter Creek Trail was terminated and redirected to the loop back to the river. It you look at the map, there is a lot more to the Buckquarter Creek Trail than the park allowed us to access. This hike introduced us to the surprisingly steep part of the Eno River Trails, not mountain steep mind you but steep enough for the Fat Bald White Guy on an 87 degree day!
When you hike the Eno River State Park you are reminded of the rich history of the land now reclaimed by forest. This section of the park is no different. The Holden Mill Trail takes you to the remnants of an old mill. While there is just a stone foundation that is all that is left of the old mill, the advertisement tells a tale of a once vibrant part of the rural Orange County community.
The trip back was along the river bank and parts of the trail were over large river rocks which created a scramble of sorts but provided great views of the Eno.
I climbed out on a rock in the middle of the river to take a picture and found the way out was easier than the way back.
There was a nice rock beach that attracted sunbathers.....thank goodness they kept their clothes on....the guy with a beard gave me pause though as I saw him without a shirt and was momentarily confused.
My hiking companion found a frog on the trail and since I did not step on it, I thought I would make him famous. She named him Franz Frog
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