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Pond Mountain: Soaring Legacies

  • By Leigh Ann Henion
  • Photography by Travis Dove

Trustworthy stewards ensure that Pond Mountain’s beauty and conservation will thrill future generations.

Pond-Mountain

Even when he heard Dale Shepherd wheezing over the phone, Mark Johnston wasn’t terribly concerned. Shepherd, an 82-year-old Christmas tree farmer, assured Johnston, his employee of more than 30 years, that he’d live to be 100. Given that Shepherd was still working like a man half his age and Johnston’s relatives have a habit of living until they’re 104, the claim didn’t seem outlandish.

So when Shepherd told Johnston — a wiry guy with a Wild Bill Hickok-style goatee — that he was calling from the hospital, Johnston nonchalantly asked, “Well, when you coming home?”

The line went quiet. “I’m never coming home,” Shepherd said.

“Aw, come on now …” Johnston said, unwilling to believe that the man he considered a second father might be dying.

But Shepherd was serious. “I’m in bad shape,” he said, “but there’s something I’ve got to tell you.” And that’s when it happened. The landscape itself was set to shift.

Shepherd, a quirky, self-made millionaire who sometimes borrowed gas money from Johnston to fill the tank of his 21-year-old mess of a car, announced that he was leaving 1,800 acres — the whole of a mountain — to Johnston and another workman, Chris Shumate.

Shepherd’s other assets would take care of his family, but Pond Mountain, located in the Lansing area of Ashe County, had a different sort of value, one he didn’t quite know how to calculate. But he believed Johnston and Shumate would be good stewards. He’d witnessed the place become part of them, too.

•••

More than once, Shumate and Johnston worked 60-hour weeks on the mountain’s 600-acre Christmas tree tract, only to return on their day off to share the beauty of the place with their families. The men value rime ices — frozen fogs that, after reaching a certain altitude, leave glitter on everything in sight. Shumate, in particular, also marvels over warmer, foggy days, when he looks out over North Carolina, Tennessee, and Virginia and sees their landmark peaks — Grandfather Mountain, Cherokee National Forest, and Mt. Rogers — rising above settling mists. When he talks about those scenes, he sometimes compares the mountaintops to islands in a milky sea. This isn’t the sort of language Shumate uses on a regular basis. But Pond Mountain is so bewitching, it can nearly twist a man’s tongue.

It is a place that has always had an uncontained beauty and an influence that stretches out and luxuriates for miles. The mountain was named for the numerous cattail-filled ponds that spring on its ridges from unseen sources and its roughly 17 miles of streams and rivers that continually feed the New River. Johnston and Shumate thought the property was too much for anyone, much less themselves, to own. But own it they did. Well, sort of.

When the logistics of taxes and family buyouts were clarified, the two men realized they could not afford to pay taxes on their inheritance. They went to a local bank for assistance. “We’d never borrowed money in our lives beyond a car loan,” Johnston says. “We had bankers laugh at us.”

There were, however, plenty of real-estate investors who didn’t laugh. A group from Atlanta, Georgia, heard about Pond Mountain’s fate and started wooing the Ashe County locals with corporate helicopter rides. They talked of building ski slopes.

These staggering plans and purchase offers didn’t surprise Shumate. His father — who was Shepherd’s long-term friend — advised Shumate from a young age, “If you ever need a job, go work for Dale. Everything he touches turns to gold.” Shepherd was now gone, but his Midas touch was still at work.

The investors promised to make Shumate and Johnston rich. Still something didn’t feel quite right. The two men didn’t push the deal through, but debts accumulated. Bankruptcy became a possibility. They gained more than they imagined possible, and they were in danger of losing it all.

•••

When Shepherd was growing up on a family farm in the shadow of Pond Mountain, he often stared up at its peak. “Mama, someday, I’m going to own that mountain,” he said. It seemed like a laughable claim at the time. But the power of a childhood dream, any dream, lies in its potential to come true.

In the last months of his life, Shepherd began visiting his childhood home down the hill from his mountain. The property’s new owner, Walter Clark, was always pleased to see him. The fact that Clark, a transplant from Raleigh, took Shepherd’s old house and restored its whitewashed, bead-board walls and ornate, wooden railings fascinated Shepherd. He was also curious about Clark’s decision to put the farm in a conservation easement, an arrangement that assured his home place would always remain as Shepherd remembered it — pastoral and lovely.

During one of their porch-sitting sessions, Shepherd told Clark that he hoped Pond Mountain would be preserved someday. Shepherd never told Johnston and Shumate about this desire — maybe because he was so confident that they would find their way to it on their own. And they did.

Shumate realized that conserving Pond Mountain might be the best way to move forward. In a serendipitous twist of events, he approached Clark, who’d been hired by the Blue Ridge Conservancy, a nonprofit organization dedicated to protecting land and water resources. Pond Mountain would be Clark’s first project on the job.

Clark set up an office in Shepherd’s boyhood home and got to work writing the first land grant he ever attempted. Part of him felt silly. It was such a far-reaching request. If funded, it would be the organization’s largest acquisition to date. Clark lacked the declaration-spouting confidence of the boy who lived on that patch of land before him, but his mission was clear. He and the Conservancy were going to own Pond Mountain, and the people of North Carolina were going to be designated heirs.

“It was a dream,” Clark says. “I never had any idea it could actually happen.” But it did. In 2010, the Blue Ridge Conservancy — aided by the National Committee for the New River, Foundation for the Carolinas, Blue Ridge Forever, Clean Water Management Trust Fund, Natural Heritage Trust Fund, and an individual donor — transferred nearly 1,800 acres on and around Pond Mountain to the N.C. Wildlife Resources Commission.

“People think it’s wild that I live in Dale’s old house, and it does seem meant to be in a way, but I didn’t see this as an important project because I lived there,” Clark says. “It was more than that. A lot of people weren’t really interested in helping with Pond Mountain because it was a Christmas tree farm, but that made it all the more important to me.”

Some environmentally minded people are only concerned with virgin forests and pristine landscapes, but to Clark, part of Pond Mountain’s beauty lies in the fact that its conservation will take a chemically dependent agricultural site to turn it back into an organic ecosystem. Halting fertilizer and pesticide use on the property has the potential to better the water quality of residents downstream. And, given that the mountain’s pinnacle stands at nearly 5,000 feet, we’re all downstream.

In the end, the conscientious Pond Mountain deal was less lucrative than the one Johnston and Shumate could have had if they’d gone with absentee investors, but Clark has an inkling of what inspires such generous decision-making. “Even if I don’t do anything else in life, I’m able to look at this mountain and know I’ve played a role in protecting it, and that’s something special,” Clark says. “Land has a permanency that we lack in our lives. This is just the beginning of the story for Pond Mountain.”

•••

The mountain is no longer under threat of commercial development; human hands still shape it — most notably, the sun-freckled fingers of Jim Keepfer, who oversees the construction of a small parking lot open to hunters, hikers, campers, and intrepid sightseers. Although his grasp does not extend far past the site’s gravel roads, Keepfer’s job as a N.C. Wildlife Management Crew leader often requires bushwhacking paths into woodlands. “This is the opposite,” he says. “Here, we’ve been given an opportunity to watch it all grow.”

This growth lies in the native grasses shooting forth on patches of land that nature has already reclaimed from cultivated fields, but growth is also visible on maps. Pond Mountain’s acquisition led to the purchase of additional land tracts, including 220 acres that give wildlife a secure corridor from Pond Mountain to the Cherokee National Forest in Tennessee. The bench mark of the property now forms the actual corner of North Carolina, the specific point where it touches Tennessee and Virginia. “Pond Mountain is sort of the center of everything,” Clark says.

The mountain is officially designated as game land, but the species it protects aren’t all hunting prey. A songbird — the golden-winged warbler — is actually the central focus of wildlife efforts as the mountain transitions to brambled territory. The bird, which has near-threatened status with the International Union for Conservation of Nature, is known as an indicator species. “When that bird is here, it will mean the habitat is right for other game — cottontails, quail, rough grouse,” Keepfer says.

He runs a hand across his military-grade buzz cut before waving over Shumate and Johnston. They’re on the mountain today because they want to give Keepfer a key to Shepherd’s cabin; they still have trouble calling it theirs. Shepherd always took care of the people who tended this land, and it’s a job that’s now fallen to them. Keepfer sometimes bunks in their privately owned cabin with his crew. Occasionally, he returns on weekends with his young family, like the laborers before him.

Someone has already offered Shumate and Johnston more than twice what they think nonprofit or state agencies would be able to pay for Shepherd’s cabin, but they just can’t bring themselves to sign it over to anyone who might restrict access. The tree farmers hope that — when they’re finished harvesting in 2016, as required by their agreement with the state — someone will come forward with a pledge to make up at least part of the difference. They’d like to work with the Blue Ridge Conservancy to organize protection of the house, as a conference or welcome center, along with an adjacent 40 acres.

The structure itself — which has a 360-degree view of what is arguably one of the most stunning long-range views in the country — is wrapped in logs and silvered wood and topped with a cedar-shake roof that’s beginning to loosen and split under the harsh elements of altitude. To its right lies an outcropping.

“This,” Johnston says, hopping onto the stone, “is what’s called the Listening Rock.”

The Listening Rock, located on what is — for now — private property, is a place where local herders went if they lost cattle long ago. They sat on the stone and listened for the cow’s bell tinkering in the distance. “You can hear everything from here,” Johnston says, shaking his head. “It’s weird.”

He says that he has experienced the aural power of the stone himself. “One day,” he explains, “I was out here, and I heard people talking, and I kept thinking: Where are they?” Finally, Johnston took out his binoculars and scanned the valley until he found two farmers engaged in conversation roughly a mile away. “Everybody who grew up around Pond Mountain has a Listening Rock story like that,” he says.

The wind is too strong to allow for nuanced listening this afternoon, but Johnston maintains that seemingly impossible things happen here when conditions are right. From this perch at the top of the state, it’s not hard to imagine a golden-winged warbler’s song amplified by the Listening Rock. Keepfer doesn’t think it will be long until their population begins to rise. And when those birds take flight from the growing thickets of Pond Mountain, they will leave streaks of gold in the sky — indicators of a precious, living sort of wealth.

Leigh Ann Henion’s debut book is forthcoming from Penguin Press. Visit leighannhenion.com to learn more about her work. Leigh Ann’s most recent story for Our State was “Mountain Dancer” (September 2011).

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9 Responses to Pond Mountain: Soaring Legacies

  1. Dee Massey says:

    This story pleases me beyond anything words can describe. It also leaves me with huge tears rolling down my face. You see, Dale Shepherd was my uncle. His wife, Ruth (Weaver) Shepherd was my mother’s sister. And the “cabin” referred to in the article was the site of my parents’ 50th wedding anniversary celebration! I can just say this. Uncle Dale loved Pond Mountain. It was his pride and joy. And, for any of you who knew him, you know that next to his family, fishing and hunting were the great pleasures of his life. Nothing would have made him happier than to have Pond Mountain returned to the community in it’s natural state to be used for recreational purposes. My only hope is that someday, someone will put a sign up that says, “In Memory of Dale and Ruth Shepherd”.

  2. Lynda Thomas says:

    In early 2012 twelve I heard a person at my workplace mention a place called Pond Mountain. When I had time I looked it up on the internet to see where exactly that it was. I found this story and I was in awe immediately. I begged my husband to take me to see it. I finally got to visit Lansing, NC on a Sunday afternoon we arrived in town we did not know where to go from there, so I told my husband to park I would run in a shop and ask someone. When I got in the shop- a curtain and home goods shop, the lady there asked me could she help me with anything and I said “Well I’m really here to see Pond Mountain” She looked at me funny and said “What do you want to see Pond Mountain for, my mountain.” She was totally surprised and almost seemed suspiciuous. She did not realize her mountain had become an internet media sensation to me. I was so excited that she knew where it was. She went onto say “I live at the base of Pond Mountain.” At that point I was thrilled-I will find that Mountain today is what I was thinking. She followed me outside and she gave my husband her home address to put in the GPS and gave him a few instruction and we Thanked her and headed off. It was still quite a drive so it seemed. We got to the little parking aea and realized we’d have to walk. I tried the walk a little ways and could not continue. At that time I was having a low thyroid issue and was nearly ready to cry because I might not see the top and the listening rock. Then my husband would not be outdone. He took our little Chevy Cobalt all the way to the listening rock. It wasn’t easy but we did it. It was totally an awesome view I was so totally blown away. I stood on the top of the listening rock and felt like I had lived there it felt like a homey place to be. I will never forget my trip to Pond Mountain on that windy May afternoon. I hope to return someday and maybe see the cabin. Thank you for sharing this story it has enriched our lives. My husband actually used your story to speak at our congrigation about being a good steward with God’s gifts. Again Thank You !!!!!

  3. Michael Shepherd says:

    I own six acres on Pond Mountain adjacent to the Game Preserve. I am not of any relation to Dale Shepherd, which is a separate line of Shepherds in the area. Most the relatives on my side of the family own tracts surrounding or on the area.

    I am glad to see the land protected from outside interests. Having grown up and experiencing the area and appreciate Listening Rock, I like the idea of it remaining unchanged from future generations.

    You are looking at a 30-40 minute drive from Lansing, depending on what route you take. I have to say the views are spectacular from the top. You will need a four wheel drive or six cylinder vehicle to drive to the top, unless you want to hike it.

  4. Ben Trotter says:

    I visited the Tri-State Corners via bushwhack from VA. Hard climb but awesome sights.

  5. Marion Brewer says:

    I would like to get directions to the entrance of Pond Mountain. I guess it is from Lansing, am I correct?

  6. Eddie Owens says:

    It will be interesting to watch the habitat return to its natural state over time. I am an avid birdwatcher and I think it would be interesting to survey the area now and then compare that survey to future surveys in 5, 10, and 20 years, to see what bird species will find new homes here. Can’t wait to visit the site.

  7. alice mackie lawing says:

    Our father, Paul E. Mackie once owned Pond Mountain. There were 6 kids in our family. Daddy would take us up to Pond Mtn and we’d play and sometimes “camp out”. We would pile into an old army jeep, that was parked at the little post office building and head up that steep mtn.path. We have old home movies of one of those trips, that we would love to share with Mr. Shumate and Mr. Johnston. If either get a chance, email me. We’d love to share our memories of the mountain and those younger days…..thank you for preserving that special “Pond Mountain”. Alice Lawing

  8. Randy Perry says:

    This pleases me beyond words. I grew up here near Pond Mountian in the Little Horse Creek area. I can remember ridding horses and camping up there. My wife and I moved back 8 years ago to my home place. We now have a 6 year old daughter, whom I look forward to being able to take up on the mountian to share its history and beauty.

    • Marie Reid says:

      So glad to read your story about preservation of heritage, land and dreams. The man I love took me to Pond Mountain yesterday. We were awestruck (hope to be back in less windy weather). It is food for my soul and a relief to see these vast views and know that not everything will be paved and concreted. Just for a moment we felt part of something far beyond ourselves. Inspired! We celebrate that these fine fellows were tenacious and creative enough to find ways to remain good stewards of this fantastic place and stay true to a dream. We salute you and are grateful that you are sharing. We wish you strength and continued good judgement (maybe even a stiff drink, if necessary, to clear the senses) for when it all seems impossible. I cannot wait to bring my children here.

      My family has about 400+ acres in southwest Virginia and our home is still on the New at Claytor Lake. I dread the day that we have to make “those” decisions.

      Blessings from Marie and the man she loves…

      PS: We have not been successful finding further info about Pond Mountain regarding appropriate public access. We were at the parking area and read that camping is permitted. Can you help us find how to learn more?

      Also, the photo of the tree on page 108 is remarkable. Is there any way I could buy a digital file to print for my home? I would love to have it for remembrance. Might even give it to that man I love!

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