My past has found me out. In the year 1966
I church camped in the area and in 1970 I cycled solo to the campground from Lexington. Once was a cool and quiet place to listen to the trees, climb to just under the deck of the fire tower and take your life into your hands dropping down the part gravel road off the ridge and through the switchback on a 10 speed. The tunnel was a trip coming out of the sun and having no real light on a bike. I've got to figure some or all is different now but next trip into the state I might revisit.