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F4 Crash site....

Bev's little quilting group got some bad news. Holston Presbyterian Retreat Center has gone up on the prices to the point they have to find a new location. They decided to try a Spring trip to Crosby Tennessee where a lady with a quilt shop has rooms they can rent cheaply. Since it is in the shadow of the GSMNP, I began looking for some hiking trails to travel. Lucky for me there is a campsite nearby with several trail heads there. As I began to examine maps and descriptions of trail loops, I saw a F4 wreckage mentioned. The year 1984 is mentioned. Then I read David Greggs name. Wow. I had always thought that the site was up in the middle of the park near Turkey Knob. I took a moment to reflect on that loss back in 2001 when we hiked up there on the Appalachian Trail. So I have a destination set. I've asked Mitchell if he'd like to come. Maybe weather will be right in April.

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I ended up hiking up this small peak twice that day. Once because I have trouble sitting and the others in the group were eating and I found the small undeveloped trail to grab the point; and second time at the end of the day, because one of our teammates (Ken Oeser) explained that there was scattered plane wreckage all over the area. Indeed, most of the wreckage was found along the knob as well as some very large parts in the creek bed below. There were two routes up this small knob - both found no more than a 0.1 mile past the junction with the AT and Snake Den Ridge Trail. The first is steepest and at the plane crash site where wreckage is in the creek below. The path is obvious steep and to the right of a large rock. The second is further upslope on the AT and on the right where an obvious opening in the woods is seen and once you go in you will see yellow plastic electrical wire holders nailed into the trees and then head upslope on the herd trail. Wreckage is everywhere.

Update: I've changed jobs and won't be able to go that week. Also, Mitch wants to do it in the Fall which might be problematic.

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