Back To Cataloochee

I take too many pictures. Or maybe I just show too many pictures on the blog. Between having visitors, visiting Cataloochee and work kind work there were too many pictures to fit in one post and not enough time to do it.



So back to Cataloochee we go for another visit during the fall season of the elk rut.



An old barn makes for a good place to rest in the shade. We were alerted to this bull elk's presence by the number of cars parked along the road.



Our guests had never been here. Even though we had been told the main herd of elk was a bit further down the road,



You must stop at Palmer Chapel first and have a look at the river that runs in front of it.



We found the elk resting in the woods no problem. A crowd was gathered. The crowd crept into the forest to get closer and to get a better look. It's a mob mentality getting closer than is wise. Dozens of people lined through the forest hemming in the herd on one side. I followed the mob, me bad, to get this picture of another bull elk.



The elk appeared unperturbed and seemed used to all this nonsense.



Another bull elk was perturbed however by the other bull elk I had just taken the picture of being so close to his girls. This was the bugler and he chased the other one off with a few words and a slow approach making his concerns about the situation known.



Then we headed on down the road to see the other preserved houses in Cataloochee from a time gone by.



The Caldwell House



The Woody House



The Palmer place



With four white windows on a yellow wall.



We are sure to go back to Cataloochee again. Perhaps the spring would be a good time. I have not seen Cataloochee in the spring.