Veni, vidi, vici.
Being a classical sort of guy I thought I’d kick off this photo-essay about the view from Ceasars Head with a quote from the Big Toga Guy Himself.
Like the salad man, I too came, saw and more or less conquered.
But wait! News flash!
It turns out that the stunning vista from the top of South Carolina’s most celebrated peak wasn’t named for the inventor of the Ceasar Salad.
Nope, according to Google (and who am I to argue with the Big G?) Ceasars Head was actually named after a (and I quote) “hunting dog who accidentally fell from the granite cliff in pursuit of its prey.”
Et tu Bowser? But I digress.
My point is that Ceasars Head is a, um, tottering place indeed. I’ve stopped there frequently on my way back and forth on my death-defying adventures in the Pisgah National Forest (where I may or may not have been nearly eaten by bears, but that’s another story).
My point is that the view from CH never fails to impress.
Don’t like heights? Not a problem. Just take a walk down into the depths of Devil’s Kitchen.
Just be sure to take a deep breath before you get to the bottom because the passage gets a very narrow and you may need to squeeze your, um, narrow little waistline through the gap.
Oh, and on your way to the top, make sure to take a pit stop at Bald Rock Heritage Preserve.
Over the years it’s been turned into a sprawling Granite Graffiti Hall of Fame.
Either that or the ancient people who inhabited this land long before we Europeans stole it invented spray paint before we did. You decide.
But again I digress.
All I really wanted to say is that if you are in the neighborhood you really ought to stop and check out the view from Ceasars (the dog, not the dictator) Head. Then go and have yourself a nice salad.
FreeGNV 