Deb, Tara and I enjoyed lunch on this deeply wooded summit. The green moss covering the ground and bases of the trees is so soft. The true summit is pretty difficult to determine, though it seems someone marked nearby trees with some tape.
Drove not quite so high and climbed a bit farther. Did not hear anything like that tale. Happy to say that Unaka Mountain still seems pristine in many ways and in many spots.
We drove up Unaka Mtn. up to 4800 feet as the clouds were rolling over the mtns. I was thinking of Nuage by C. Debussy but a relative living in the area riding with us distracted us with a lurid Erwin story of a local who was employed by the Washington DC gendarmerie. He was checking out his new police walkie talkie with his wife on Unaka. The policeman was killed and his wife assaulted. She dragged herself bleeding several miles from a cabin and so the killer was brought to trial.