TENNESSEE HUMMIN’

So goes the debate between people who “protect” our nations wonders and those who wish to explore these vast expanses. Were the truth known, a large majority of people on both sides of the issue wish to preserve out natural wonders, yet because a few radical elements of both are unable to grasp this point, government regulations have kept their positions divided. As a result, these limitations have made it all but impossible to explore the inner reaches of our countries most beautiful locations, which does little to bolster causes set in motion by John Muir through the Antiquities Act of 1904 and other subsequent and well meaning efforts. Then again, if nature is found, all is not lost.

For too long now so-called naturalists have taken an unwavering stand against any sort of motorized entry into our forests, as those who have done so irresponsibly in the past set the tone for all who followed, no matter what their intent. As a result, only the peripheral boundaries of our nations wonders are available for limited exploration, usually on foot or herded in buses, and all to often these days by way of reservation. While this might serve the wishes of those bent on keeping our forests untouched and out of reach, it does little to educate and inform the larger portion of our population as to just how wondrous, and delicate, these ecosystems really are. Without access to these special lands, how are those who’ve not experienced it to appreciate and preserve them for future generations? 

Fortunately, there are still a few places left where people can enjoy the best of both worlds, doing as our pioneering forefathers who opened this land up to discovery generations ago. Conestoga wagons and draft horses have been replaced with four-wheel-drive vehicles, yet the passion for discovery is much the same, and certainly more pleasurable-these exploits center on enjoyment rather than survival, although there are times when more difficult trails test the mettle of even the most seasoned adventurer. More importantly, a large majority of these new-age explorers take pride in leaving designated areas better than they found them, as they are sure to return with others.

On one particular day in May, we were fortunate to be invited along on a special gathering of wilderness explorers whose vehicles of choice happen to be Hummers, both the military grade H1s and the smaller, yet highly capable H2s. They were all taking part in the inaugural Old Time Hummer Club adventure through 40 miles of “Kinzalow Trails,” a stunning sensory overload that wind through 5,000 acres of land owned by long time adventurer, Richard Kinzalow. Over the past year or so, this congenial enthusiast has spent a great deal of time forging paths through some of the most pristine, and seemingly inaccessible areas anywhere in the nation. Imagine the effort required to transform virgin land into usable trails suited to these vehicles, while going to great lengths in preserving the surrounding beauty, and you’ll know what’s been accomplished here. And if you’re picturing Caterpillars mowing down foliage with reckless abandon, know the Kinzalow went to great lengths in allowing old grow to grow older.

Set among heavily wooded forests and bolder-strewn streams of Eastern Tennessee’s Dayton Mountain, these rugged and often challenging roads wind through scenery usually reserved for picture-post cards and National Geographic.

Often unavailable to anyone by forest rangers and backpackers, it’s been said that Tennessee has a greater variety of trees that all of Europe, and when you see the varieties of Alder, Birch, Chestnut, Dogwood, Hemlock, Hickory, Oak, Mulberry, and countless others, few would question the point. Seeing this kind of natural spectacle first-hand is absolutely awe-inspiring, especially when you consider that only a handful people have set foot in these areas up until now. Were it not for O.T.H.C., a great number of these trees, along with endless streams, vistas, and wildlife would be out of sight, and therefore, out of mind.

The adventure began at a gathering point in a nearby shopping center in Dayton, Tennessee, where over 40 Hummers from seven states came together before splitting up into smaller groups, with 6-8 vehicle teams headed for a variety of challenges. These ranged from relatively easy trails that were ideal for beginners to absolutely daunting 30-degree inclines covered with three-foot rocks that were well suited to veteran adventurers, several of whom have scoured lands as far away as Moab, Utah. Having created, and driven these particular trails “a couple of times,” Kinzalow was well aware of the level of expertise required to navigate the various areas. To keep it fun for everyone he’s reduced the anxiety level for newcomers with mile-markers clearly indicating trail ratings and direction, including easier alternatives for those in, quite literally, over their head.

Having the chance to ride beside the man himself in his well-tested, and slightly rounded Hummer H1, this first time rock crawler got an opportunity of a lifetime as to how one negotiates ground that would have seemed impassible before this trip began. Right off we dropped the right side of the nose into a “puddle” that could submerge a Geo, and continued on for seven hours covering just a handful of miles, all the white building memories will last a lifetime. And mind you, this wasn’t the toughest trail on the mountain; as Dr. Jeanne Scanland put it, “we went on trails the following day that made those seem easy!” Hard to imagine, so I’ll just have to go back again, and again to experience some more Tennessee Hummin’.

Of course, one of the most enjoyable aspects of this adventure, and others like it I’m told, comes is assisting one another as difficult passes high-center one vehicle or another in their tracks. Within minutes people are scurrying about, tow straps in hand, reeling in winches and pulling friends and new acquaintances alike to safe passage. As everyone comes across their match from time to time, this teamwork is one of the best aspects of these gatherings, building camaraderie and appreciation for one another with every few yards that inch by. Along the way, we stopped for sandwiches and soft drinks, giving us time to soak in treasures rarely seen by so many, or anyone up until now. Were they, there’s no question more people who treat such places with a higher regard, but as is often the case, governing bodies are so busy saving us from ourselves, we can’t access the most valuable lessons.

Speaking of lessons, by days end, two of the H1s in our group had broken half-shafts, and another blew a tire off the bead while crossing a picturesque stream, but in the end everyone came away better for the experience. In fact, were it not for these unexpected occasions, the adventure wouldn’t have been as much rich; while I wasn’t the one paying for the repairs, everyone seemed to take it all in stride. When you consider the incredible torque loads put on these vehicles, it’s actually amazing there wasn’t more mechanical carnage, which speaks volumes about the stout construction, and some of the modifications made to these military-spec vehicles.

Having walked countless miles through National Parks across the United States and Canada, this was one of the few times I’ve had a true wilderness experience. It was wondrous, spectacular, emotional, and without question, unforgettable. Everyone who took part marveled at the surroundings, several saying they had “never seen anything so beautiful,” which is exactly the point; if unseen, how can it ever be truly appreciated?

Were it not for Kinzalow and the O.T.H.C., and other clubs who access these and other trails around the nation, we are in danger of loosing them. They prove that we can appreciate their off-roading, and this nations natural wonders all in the same motion There’s no question that we must take care of these delicate environments, leaving some vast areas for foot traffic alone. Then again, there are millions of square miles of equally beautiful land that might as well not exist at all, as it is out of reach without some sort of motorized transportation.

With the right guidance and vigilant maintenance, the best of our national wonders could be opened to adventure, exploration and ultimately, appreciation. For now though, we have people like Richard Kinzalow to thank for opening our eyes to what’s possible, be it in the Southeastern corner of Tennessee, or any one of a thousand other amazing places that are within reach. If only we’re given the chance to get there, we can come to know nature, as it’s never been appreciated before.