Enjoy the Colorful Photographic Impressions created by Vann Helms
Arriving early before the crowds was the right move on this cold Valentine’s Day. The air was a crisp 30 degrees, and I only saw one car as I cruised the winding road up to the house, and no cars as I passed the sleeping gardens and Bass Lake on my way down to the French Broad River. I’ve never experienced this solitude before at North Carolina’s most popular attraction. The Sun was still low in the eastern sky, and the glow coming from America’s largest home was surreal.
Any other time, cars, buses, and lines of people waiting to enter the mansion would obscure the front door, but no this morning.
The usually colorful formal gardens lie dormant as they await the spring thaw… Inside the Conservatory, however, orchids, palms, and other tropical and sub-tropical plants are flourishing.
Frederick Law Olmstead designed Bass Lake for fishing and contemplation. A total lack of wind made for a perfect reflection.
The rock dam that created Bass Lake features a spillway and waterfall, with a viewing walkway at the top. The rocky creek below flows into the large French Broad River, below. a mile to the west.
One of many stone bridges originally built for horse drawn carriages can now accommodate motor vehicles if they drive slowly and very carefully.
One of the most picturesque places over the stone bridges is the Fly Fishing Reflection Pond next to the river. Canada Geese have adopted it as their own.
An early morning visit to the rolling hills, lakes, and forests of this magnificent Asheville treasure is the perfect way to start your Valentine’s Day, or most any other day in the dead of winter.
Before the Great Recession of 2008, a very ambitious golf course development was under construction in the wilderness of the far north Rutherford County mountains. This magnificent Community and Wellness Center, along with the matching Arts and Crafts Gatehouse, were the only elements completed before a very nasty bankruptcy. The Jack Nicklaus championship golf course was surveyed and a number of fairways were cleared before the fall. Over the years I have documented the plight of these architectural treasures as the case moved through the courts. Ultimately, the structures were put up for sale, and that is the situation today as I post this piece.
I’m amazed that over the past ten years, the buildings have weathered the mountain winters, and attacks by vandals, to still be in the same pristine condition that they were when first built. My hope continues to be that some large corporation or educational institution will rescue them so their wonderful craftsmanship can be appreciated for generations to come. It would be such a travesty if they were allowed to slowly decay, or worse yet, be lost to fire or storms. Needless to say, with the asking price being a fraction of what they cost to build, someone will steal these jewels at pennies on the dollar, not to mention the 69 wooded acres that will go with them.
The view of the golf course and mountains from the Community Center’s rear porch.
Asheville named the mountain just northeast of Downtown, Sunset Mountain, for a reason. Driving along Town Mountain Road that runs along the ridge of the mountain takes you to a series of narrow lanes with designer homes that face the Great Smokies to the southwest and west. The iconic Grove Park Inn is far below, perched just above the valley. On this particular winter’s evening, the Sun was just disappearing over the distant blue ridges. Sunset Mountain lived up to its name, big time.
Old Otter Creek Olivia saw her shadow, and you know what that means…
Sunrise along an icy Otter Creek Road
I captured these images near sunset around this area…3,100 foot Hickory Nut Mountain eastern slopes…
4,000 foot Mount Shumont from Piedmont Foothills…
Defunct Jack Nicklaus golf fairway at Queen’s Gap …
With the temperature right at freezing, and the humidity somewhere around 10%, the light and shadows cast by the setting Sun seemed especially distinct yesterday along the easternmost of the Blue Ridge Mountains. They are referred to as the “Escarpment” because they are the first peaks west of the Piedmont Plateau. All the images were made a few minutes before sunset within ten minutes of my house along the Rutherford-McDowell County line. By sunrise, the temperature dropped to 14 degrees, with no frost.
Young’s Mountain northeast of Lake Lure
Stone Mountain northwest of Lake Lure
Long Mountain from Montford Cove
Pinnacle Peak on the McDowell-Rutherford County line.
Hickory Nut Mountain in McDowell County from Tight Run Road.
Hickory Nut Mountain above Cove Creek Valley.
Brushy Top and Oak Mountains above Otter Pond right at sunset.
My elevation here in Otter Creek Valley is about 1,200 feet, only 500 feet higher than that of Uptown Charlotte one hundred miles to my southeast, but when it comes to weather, each 100 feet translates into one degree in temperature, on average. Where an ice storm is concerned, each degree can be the difference between beauty and disaster. With a winter storm moving through the area Saturday night, my temperature dropped to 32 degrees around 9 p.m., and with a steady rain falling, ice began to form on my deck and trees. I feared the worst. But for whatever reason, the thermometer ticked up one degree after 10 p.m., and the ice started to slowly melt. An inch and a half of rain fell during that time, and had it remained 32 degrees, my house and all the surrounding woods would have been covered with over an inch of ice.
This morning, small icicles could be seen in the trees around the house, but it wasn’t until a thick cloud bank lifted around 11 a.m. did I get my first glimpse of the mountains to my northwest, covered with ice. Three hundred feet of elevation saved the Valley, but above 1,500 feet, it was a different story.
Bear Gap Mountain from my deck was coated in white…
I knew that the mountains of eastern Buncombe County would also have born the brunt of this storm, so I drove the fifteen minutes southwest of my house up Cedar Creek Road until I found the ice above 1,500 feet. The temperature was 34 degrees, and the road was wet but not icy. What I saw took my breath away. Everything was covered with that destructive inch of ice. Trees were bent and broken. These images show what I found as I drove up to Old Fort-Bat Cave Road above 2,000 feet.
Check out the smoke rising from the chimney…
Arriving at the top of unpaved Cedar Creek Road…
Old Fort-Bat Cave Road toward the Gap between Stone and Round Mountains…
Looking northeast in the direction of Grandfather Mountain, lost in the clouds.
This log cabin near the summit was not occupied…
Driving back down the mountain, I reflected on what could have been had that one degree change in temperature not have happened…
After a three year absence, a large flock of Canada Geese returned to Otter Pond Tuesday evening. Must have been the cold weather. I approached them very slowly and cautiously this morning, and captured some good images. It was 23 degrees, and a mist was rising from the water at sunrise.
They obviously were attracted to the relatively warmer pond…
Buddy was curious, but the geese couldn’t really be bothered…
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