Hiking Big Ridge State Park, Sunday 6-7-2026: The Lake Trail (published 6-10-2026; article #562)

Introduction

The most recent article was about my Thursday, June 4th, hike at Norris Dam State Park. With memories of being down by the lake still on my mind, I chose last Sunday afternoon to once again explore Big Ridge State Park. It was my seventh hike there. My most recent hikes at the park are highlighted in the articles from 2/20/2024 and 2/22/2024.

Welcome, dear reader, to the 90th entry in the Hiking Topic Section! After morning worship, I could not persuade my wife, her sister, or our niece to join me in a hike at Big Ridge State Park. Thus, my vintage 2006 Nissan Frontier and I went alone.

Will you join me as we hike the Lake Trail? We may even take a brief offshoot trail to see what we can find. Let's hike!

Big Ridge State Park

Before hiking, let's find out more about the park. The Tennessee Valley Authority (TVA) established the park in 1949. Previously, the area consisted of rural communities, homesteads, and farmland. Imagine what it was like living in the area a hundred or more years ago.

The park got its name from the numerous ridges in the area. Should it have been named Big Ridges State Park? The park includes several ridges.

The park covers 3,687 acres. The 45-acre Big Ridge Lake is a primary feature. Further, the park has access to Norris Lake. At the lake, visitors enjoy swimming, fishing, and boating on the tranquil water. A sandy beach alongside Big Ridge Lake provides sunbathing and swimming. For children, an enclosed, concrete-bottomed shallow area provides extra safety.

At least 12 hiking trails, several of which connect, range in length from a tenth of a mile to 2.65 miles and in difficulty from easy to challenging. Back-country camping, camper hookups, and cabins are available for overnight stays. (At the time, all cabins were closed for renovations and should reopen this fall.)

Well, enough about the park. Let's hike!

My truck and I left home at 2:12 PM and drove the longer route along Norris Freeway (Hwy. 441) to Anderson Hwy. (Hwy. 61). Forty-four minutes and 29.5 miles later, at 2:56 PM, I parked in the parking lot near the visitor center. The parking lot was nearly full.

Hiking the Lake Trail

Clothed in short pants and a T-shirt, I walked a few yards southwest past the parking lot to the southwestern entrance to the Lake Trail. I wore a ball cap and my warm-weather hiking shoes, and I had my trusty canteen full of water with me. My small hunting knife was strapped to my belt. I decided to hike the 1.8-mile Lake Trail, which meanders around the lake.

Looking west, I took the following photograph at 3:03 PM before starting my hike a minute later:

I bypassed the tenth-of-a-mile Meditation Point Trail since I didn't need to meditate. The trail is wide enough for a four-wheeler, if one were allowed on the trail, and well-kept. The trail gently ascends, descends, and turns. I passed a couple of family groups, resting at benches along the trail. A boy said, “Don't come back here!” I think he was answering nature's call!

At 3:16 PM, after hiking about six tenths of a mile, I reached the connector to the Loyston Overlook Trail and took the following photograph:

The view looks northwest. I decided to venture onto the 0.25-mile trail. Initially, it was a wide and easy trail until it narrowed and started up the ridge. There, the trail was narrow and steep, reminding me of House Mountain. Be careful not to slip and slide down the ridge!

The Loyston Overlook Trail leads up to Loyston Pointe at the top of the ridge. A trail sign said that the location “offers views of the widest part of the Loyston Sea on Norris Lake.” Views, of course, are better in late fall, winter, and early spring, while trees are barren of leaves.

At Loyston Pointe, I took the following photograph, looking northwest, at 3:26 PM:

As you can see, the foliage blocked much of the view. Can you spot the rippling water from the boat that was passing by?

After hiking carefully back down to the Lake Trail, I continued westward to a footbridge that spans a lake inlet. From the bridge I took the following two photographs at 3:46 PM:

The image above looks east toward the park entrance.

The above image looks west. Folks in the watercraft were enjoying time on the lake. The hike started off under a mostly sunny sky, but clouds, as in the view above, thickened. Humid, the temperature was in the upper 80s Fahrenheit. A warm breeze from the south blew at times.

Three minutes later, having crossed the bridge, I took the following two photographs:

The above close-up shot faces northwest. The article from 2/22/2024 mentions that I took the Dark Hollow Trail and found the campsite where my wife, our niece, her friend, and I camped out overnight on Saturday, 10/4/2008.

The above image shows the northwest entrance to the bridge and looks southwest.

This time, instead of taking the Dark Hollow Trail, I chose to continue north and east along the remaining 1.2 miles of the Lake Trail. The section, still wide and well-kept, continues to twist and turn around the lake and head toward the northern entrance to the Lake Trail.

At 4:08 PM, I photographed another trail sign.

Deciding not to visit the Snoderly Cemetery, which I have done before, I stayed on the Lake Trail.

Ten minutes later, a tenth of a mile away from the end of the trail, I photographed another trail sign.

After taking the above photograph, a young man passed behind me. We exchanged brief greetings. Aside from the families, whom I passed early in the hike, he was the only other person I saw in the woods.

Shortly after the previous image, my wife called my cell phone, which was clipped to my belt. At home, she was thinking about supper and wanted me to buy ranch dressing on my return trip. Dear, you should have hiked with me!

At 4:21 PM, I photographed the northern entrance to the Lake Trail. I had just hiked out of it.

I apologize for the slightly crooked shot. The posts were straight. I held my cell phone camera crooked!

I walked the paved Group Camp Road for about two-tenths of a mile, crossed the picturesque field, and paused to photograph the Norton Grist Mill. The time was 4:27 PM.

Choosing not to go inside the mill this time, I crossed the footbridge and started hiking south and west along the quarter-mile Ole Mill Trail. It runs below a road and above the lake. The trail is narrow, fairly level, and rocky. Watch your step on the rocks!

The Ole Mill Trail comes out at a cabin area. From there, I continued southwest and passed a picnic area and the Historic Assembly Hall. Just past it was the beach area.

At 4:43 PM, I snapped the following two shots of the beach area:

The above view looks northeast. As you can see, many folks were enjoying the lakeside beach and sand.

The previous image looks northwest. The concrete-bottomed shallow area for children, not visible in the shot, is to the left. A few yards above and to the left of the shot is where the restrooms, changing areas, and covered picnic area are located. The parking lot, where my truck awaited me, is farther to the left.

Conclusion

Once back to my truck, the time was 4:45 PM. By my calculation, I hiked about three miles and enjoyed an hour and 41 minutes in the woods, mostly alone. Any part of a day in the woods is better than not having been there!

Before getting into my truck, I changed from the sweat-filled T-shirt into a dry one in the cab. My truck thanked me. The sweaty T-shirt dried on the passenger-side floorboard.

The drive back home started at 4:48 PM. On the return, I drove out and up east on Highway 61 to Maynardville Pike (Hwy. 33). Going uphill around at least three sharp curves, the back end of my truck almost met the front end! I don't like those curves. This shorter drive back home took 21.4 miles in 38 minutes.

In total, I was out of the house for three hours and 14 minutes, factoring drive time and time in the woods. Who wants to explore Big Ridge State Park with me the next time?

Hiking Norris Dam State Park, Thursday, 6-4-2026: Down by the Lake (published 6-6-2026; article #561)

Introduction

Had it been since 2024 that I hiked the trails at Norris Dam State Park? I reckon so. My hiking record and the article from 10/23/2024 indicate that my last visit was on Tuesday, 10/22/2024. I thought that was last year. My how time flies.

Welcome, fellow hiking enthusiast, to the 89th entry in the Hiking Topic Section. This article is about my 25th hike at Norris Dam State Park on Thursday, 6/4/2026. I went down by the lake, recorded an audiovisual clip, and took a couple of photographs. As a sidenote, when I added this hike to my hiking record, I realized it was my 270th since 4/23/2000, when I started logging hikes for at least 19 different locations.

Let us first set the background. Last Thursday started off quite busy. For at least three days, however, I had the itch to hike. Despite the day's earlier busyness, I scratched the itch!

Background

First up last Thursday, around 8:40 AM, the owner of Mitchell's Pest Control came by for a monthly spraying. The business is one of the eight recommended under this website's section, Business Recommendations: Northeast Knox County, TN. For almost three years, Mr. Mitchell has been providing us excellent monthly service at a reasonable cost. For example, rarely do I find a stray spider or spiderweb in the garage. As an added benefit, Mr. Mitchell and I enjoy joking and also talking spiritually with each other.

With that behind me, I still needed to scratch the hiking itch. Before doing so, however, my 2006 Frontier took my wife and me to the local post office and back. She had to mail a package with tracking related to her deceased father's estate. Remember, dear reader, ensure that you have a will. Further, be sure to name at least one beneficiary if you have a company 401(k) plan.

Having done that, I still needed to scratch the hiking itch. Before doing so, I helped the “long-suffering” Mrs. Appalachian Irishman complete her online application for Social Security retirement. She had been working on it, off-and-on, since Monday. After roughly an hour online, we submitted her application. It worked this time! What should have been a fairly simple process was far too complicated. What else would you expect from a federal “guvrmint” that is here to serve you?

After that success, I still needed to scratch the hiking itch. Well, my wife and I were hungry. We fixed and ate our noon vittles at home. After eating, I offered my wife the opportunity to come with me to hike either at House Mountain or Norris. What did she decide to do? She chose to visit her sister, who lives nearby at their homeplace, and help find the dead critter that was stinking up the garage! Well, I offered.

Hiking Down to the Lake

Finally, after all the above, last Thursday, I scratched the hiking itch! It was 2:05 PM before I left the house in my vintage truck with almost 201,000 miles on the odometer. The one-way drive northwest from the house to the spot where you start to drive across Norris Dam from the northeast side is right at 25 miles or about 40 minutes. I drove further southwestward across the dam and up to the Marine Railway Loop Trail trailhead. If you enlarge the Norris Dam State Park: Park Map, you can find the trail.

The early morning low of 52 degrees Fahrenheit had already warmed into the 80s. With a dominant high-pressure system, the sky was clear and brilliantly blue. I wore a T-shirt, short pants, and ball cap (to protect from ticks and the sun). My trusty canteen filled with water was across my right shoulder, and my rugged warm-weather hiking shoes protected my feet.

From the Marine Railway Loop Trail trailhead, around 2:54 PM, I first turned left, northwest, onto the Chuckmore Trail. (The sign said that it was steep and difficult. I like steep and difficult.) Not very far along the trail, a startled deer jumped up to my left and ran off! It was only a few yards away from me. I wish I could run that fast.

I stayed on the Chuckmore Trail until it surprised me by coming out onto Village Green Road. The trail crosses the road and continues southwestward. From Village Green Road, I decided to turn east and walk back along Hwy. 441 to my truck. Arriving around 3:15 PM at the same trailhead, I had to explain to my truck what I had done.

Deciding correctly this time, around 3:20 PM, I turned right at the trailhead and continued down the Marine Railway Loop Trail! (Always turn right in life.) After about 1.2 miles, around 3:40 PM, I reached the cutoff that leads to an island. The hike down was easy. The trail is wide and not very washed out. The tree canopy shaded me from the hot sunshine. I didn't see any poison oak or ivy, but I did walk through a few spider bridge lines and swat away pesky flies and gnats. As an aside, my hiking record indicates the last time I hiked this trail was on Saturday, 6/2/2018. I hiked the entire 4.4-mile trail. After the hike, I found and removed a tick from behind my right knee. I didn't publish any articles in 2018.

Down by the Lake

With Norris Lake water low, I could walk across the exposed sandbar to the small island. If the water is high, you can't reach the island on foot.

After exploring the island for a few minutes and enjoying the view, I decided to stop on the east side of the island. It faces Norris Dam, which was far off in the distance.

Feeling the need to gab for a while, I decided to record an audiovisual episode for my YouTube channel, Appalachian Irishman – Podcasts. It is titled Hiking Norris Dam State Park, Thursday, 6-4-2026: Down by the Lake (published 6-6-2026; episode 44). I started recording the episode, just over six minutes long, at 3:50 PM. As asked in the description, “Do you think my wife's decision to help her sister find a dead critter in the garage instead of hiking with me was wise? Further, do you agree that the boat that came by should have been playing classic rock music instead of country music?” You are welcome to comment on the episode, on this article, or on both!

At 3:57 PM, just after I finished recording, I took the following photograph, still standing where I was recording:

The view looks east. Norris Dam is visible in the background. The audiovisual episode, mentioned above, includes panoramic scenery and the sounds of watercraft going by.

Hiking Back Up from the Lake

At 4:00 PM exactly, I stepped from the sandbar onto the cutoff and started hiking back up the Marine Railway Loop Trail, down which I hiked earlier. The ascent is not terribly steep, but it is slightly challenging. Walking fast, I tried to increase my heart rate for better cardiovascular exercise.

Twenty minutes later, I returned to the trailhead and my old truck. I took the following photograph at 4:21 PM:

The entire Marine Railway Loop Trail is 4.4 miles, returning to the same trailhead. Will I return to hike the entire trail? Will my wife hike it with me? We will see.

Conclusion

My total time in the woods and on the island last Thursday was only an hour and 26 minutes. Any part of a day spent in the woods, however, is better than not having been there!

This article is published on D-Day. Eighty-two years ago, the landing took place. Previous statements about D-Day are found in the articles from 6/6/2020, 6/8/2021, and 6/10/2024.

In closing, I pause, remain silent, and remember the sacrifice of the soldiers on D-Day, 1944. I hope you do the same.

Mrs. Appalachian Irishman: 25 Years of Teaching (published 6-2-2026; article #560)

 

 

 

 

 

Close-up photographs by M. Fearghail, on Wednesday, 9/14/2022, at 1:15 PM. I had placed the Playmate Igloo cooler on our subdivision road near our driveway.

Introduction

Given the title of this article, why am I showing the above front and back images of a Playmate Igloo cooler? The conclusion will explain.

Welcome, dear reader, to the 140th entry in the Family Topic Section! My wife, the “long-suffering” Mrs. Appalachian Irishman, has retired from full-time teaching after 25 years. This article honors her service as a teacher.

The Historical Context

To set the historical context, on Thursday, 9/30/1999, my wife and I returned from five years of Christian missionary service in Russia. While transitioning back to stateside life, my mother's unexpected and serious health condition in December blindsided us. Hospitalized initially in Rogersville on Tuesday, 12/28/1999, by God's grace, she recovered well enough to return home on Saturday, 4/15/2000, after two subsequent hospitalizations in Kingsport. Mom was hospitalized a total of 110 days.

Forestalled was our prayerful plan to transition into stateside, church-planting mission work somewhere in East Tennessee. We needed to live no more than roughly an hour's drive away from both sets of our aging parents, especially my mother. Thus, we took secular employment after my mother returned home from the hospital. For less than a year, my wife worked for JCPenney. Located in the Knox Center Mall, the store was within walking distance from our Knoxville apartment. We only had one vehicle, a 1988 Nissan Stanza, which I used to drive to and from my job in Powell.

On Thursday, 3/22/2001, we bought our truck, a 1994 Nissan XE. The next Monday, 3/26/2001, my wife started teaching at Parkway Academy in Sevierville, Tennessee! Her younger sister, next in age to her, was already teaching there. My wife started teaching special education students.

My Wife Retired after 25 Years of Teaching!

The years and the miles rolled by. Until the end of the 2021-2022 school year, my wife and her sister carpooled. (The conclusion explains how we figured out which year.) Each one drove two or three days a week. The one-way trip was approximately 32 miles and took at least 45 minutes, depending on traffic.

In time, my wife switched from teaching special education students to teaching science. Later, when a vice-principal position became open, my wife was offered and accepted the position. She started serving as both a teacher and a vice-principal.

During 25 years of teaching, my wife received the teacher of the year award several times. Despite occasional frustrations with students, their parents, and coworkers, she enjoyed teaching.

Hopefully, my wife helped several of her students learn how to “turn right and go straight” in life. As an example, the article from 6/15/2022, about our car-buying experience, mentions my wife's reacquaintance with a young man who had been one of her students. He was a salesman at the dealership and appeared to be “turning right and going straight” in life.

Last Friday, 5/29/2026, was the last day of the school year for the teachers and staff. The students were already on summer break. On a half-day, my wife called just after 11 AM to say she was on her way home. The day marked not only the last day of the school year but also my wife's final day as a full-time teacher. She has now joined me in the retirement phase of life.

Dear, I am proud of your service as a teacher to children in Sevier County. Surely, you helped an unknown number along the right path.

What Will She Do Now?

Normally, yesterday, Monday, 6/1/2026, would have been the first day of my wife's two-month summer break with a return to teaching in early August. The day, however, was her first day of retirement. As an aside, Monday was also the first day of meteorological summer and the 230th year of Tennessee statehood.

On Monday morning, my wife helped with the usual Monday dusting, sweeping, and vacuuming, which I have usually been doing alone. Early that afternoon, as usual, she left to visit with her sister, who lives nearby. Finally, to my shock, she had a 3:15 PM annual appointment with her gastrologist! Outside and away from the phone, I missed her 2:25 PM call. Once inside, I called her around 3 PM. She was already at the doctor's office! Her explanation was that she had suddenly remembered the appointment while visiting with her sister. At least she didn't fail to tell me about the appointment.

This morning, my 2006 Nissan Frontier took both of us to an ophthalmologist's office down Chapman Highway. In late March, on the day that would have been her father's 88th birthday, she discovered a sty inside her lower left eyelid. Visits to and prescriptions from her primary care provider and an optometrist did not completely vanquish the sty. After the preliminary examination and vision test, the ophthalmologist determined that her sty was gone! Both eyes were fine. The itch in her left eye could be from the eye drops she was using.

Perhaps I will coax the “long-suffering” Mrs. Appalachian Irishman into writing another article, reflecting on her 25 years of teaching in Sevier County. After all, she, as a coauthor for this website, has only written one article so far. It was 'MATER FUN with 'MATER LADY (published 8-29-2022; article #351; Mrs. Appalachian Irishman article #1). Dear, this is the 560th article on this website. I have written 559 of them. Will you write at least one more? I imagine that you have stories to share about teaching.

Otherwise, we will see what she decides to do. I may nudge her into taking a few day trips. Retirement is not vegetation (i.e., inert existence). The article from 5/15/2022 is about the start of my retirement. I have been keeping very active. Chores around the house, neglected during my working years, are being done. I hike as often as I can. Further, I enjoy writing articles on this website. Finally, I look for opportunities to minister as doors open to me.

Conclusion

So, why does this article include the front and back images of a Playmate Igloo cooler? Well, allow me to explain.

Since 1994, I have been writing brief notes about daily events in desktop calendars. I could not find, in recent calendars, where I jotted down when my wife's younger sister retired from teaching. I was trying to figure out how many years my wife had been driving to and from work alone. Thankfully, my wife recalled that she started driving alone in the August 2022-May 2023 school year. Her sister, thus, retired in May 2022.

How did she figure it out? She remembered that it was around the time that she hit the Igloo cooler! I took the two photographs above and started a draft article for my wife to finish about the incident.

You see, on Tuesday, 9/13/2022, at about 6:35 AM, my wife called. She was minutes away from the house on her way to work. In the morning darkness, on Ellistown Road, she ran over an Igloo cooler. At the time, I was up, making coffee and breakfast. Quickly, my 2006 Frontier took me to the location. In the darkness, I managed to dislodge the Igloo cooler out from under our car. Our 2012 Sentra was not damaged. It wasn't funny at the time. It is funny now. By the way, I gave my wife a “deadline” to finish the draft, which I started, no later than Saturday, 10/15/2022. She never bothered to finish it. The story, however, is now told in this article!

The title of the draft article, which my wife never finished, was simply going to be “Playmate Igloo Cooler, 0; 2012 Nissan Sentra, 1.” Now, dear reader, you know “the rest of the story!”