Summitting Mt. Mitchell
I went backpacking last weekend with my hiking group (and got to test out my new ultralight backpack and tarp tent for the first time!) We hiked up Mt. Mitchell, which is the highest peak east of the Mississippi. That makes the innocuous-looking Mitchell taller than Maine’s Katahdin. And taller than Mt. Washington, home of the “world’s worst weather.”
We drove up Friday night and car-camped at the Black Mountain Campground. Got up early the next morning and backpacked 4.6 miles from the campground to Commissary Ridge. We set up camp at Camp Alice, along with a surprisingly well-behaved Boy Scout troop and some downstairs campsite neighbors. After setting up our tents and emptying big packs, we dayhiked the remaining two miles to Mt Mitchell’s summit.
It’s a little surreal schlepping miles uphill in the wilderness, only to pop out on top at the edge of a parking lot — which adjoins a concession stand and fully-functional bathrooms. Mt. Mitchell’s summit was also inhabited by an inordinate number of motorcyclists that afternoon.
We couldn’t go to the very top unfortunately, because the observation tower is being rebuilt. The new version looks a bit like Clingman’s Dome in Tennessee; it’ll be interesting to see when it’s finished. This was actually my second time on Mt. Mitchell — the hiking group did the Mt. Mitchell ascent trail last year as a dayhike — back when the observation tower was still open.
After taking a little break, we hiked a mile over to Mt. Craig, a peak beyond Mitchell. After that, it was all the way back to the (Camp Alice) campsite for dinner.
The next day, three of us explored a nice flat trail, formerly an old railroad bed, that I think was the Buncombe Horse trail. We weren’t entirely sure of this; there were some discrepancies on the map. But here is where I found one of the neatest campsites I’ve ever seen. Barely big enough for two tents, it had a fire circle built up into a cairn formation to block the wind, and inside was tiny kindling already arranged in a teepee shape, ready to start a campfire.
But the best part about this campsite was the view — it was on the side of a steep hill, so it was very exposed, and gave us a 180-degree view of the valley below, framed with yellow flowers. While I certainly wouldn’t want to be out there during a lightning storm, I bet the sunsets from that sport are amazing.
More photos here.






