Monday, September 2, 2013

AT Project - James River to Punchbowl Mountain Overlook



Appalachian Trail in VA Project – 5/24/13 – James River to BRP Punchbowl Mountain Crossing – 10.9 Miles

My husband Jim and I are getting pretty good at combining hiking and biking adventures.  In 2009 Jim biked the entire Blue Ridge Parkway with me driving the support vehicle.  Each day I dropped him at the start of a section, I would do some short hikes in the area, and picked him up at the end of his section.  A nice dinner, a B&B for a good night’s sleep, repeat.  It was a memorable vacation.  And now I have a hiking project that rubs up close to the BRP…

Memorial Day weekend, fantastic weather forecast.  Jim and I headed to Lexington, VA with a plan for me to cover 38 miles of the AT northbound from the James River to connect to Spy Rock Road, where Cathy and I started what I fondly refer to as the “brutal backpack” just a few weeks ago. 

The AT crosses the James River and US 501/130.  At the parking lot I was unnerved by two roaming dogs barking at our car.  Will they follow me into the woods? 

No, the dogs were too lazy to cross the road as I headed trail north.  Within two minutes, the world was left behind as the woods enveloped me and I knew it was going to be a great day. 

Memorial plaque on a footbridge

Another heavy-duty footbridge

I hereby declare this Mountain Laurel Apprecia- tion Day

Another

And another

Okay, tulip magnolia blooms are pretty, too

The climb up from the James River is a serious one, gaining 2,000 feet in 3 miles.  Going up I caught glimpses of the James River below.

The reward at the top – lunch with a view

I was not alone at the summit.  A couple of female college students hiked up and strung up their hammocks for a unique afternoon of reading and relaxing.  A big reward for a big effort!

Flowers, flowers, flowers all day long.  Did you know that spiderwort comes in many colors?

Spiderwort

Spiderwort

Spiderwort

Carolina vetch

Solomon’s seal

Rhodies again

Flame azalea




There were strong winds and I had more than one moment of concern from cracking limbs.  Forget about snakes and lions and tigers and bears in the woods – I am much more spooked at the idea of a tree limb coming down on my head.  I kept moving at a steady pace with a heightened awareness of what was happening around me. 

View from the summit of Bluff Mountain, site of a former fire tower and where the body of a little boy was found after going missing for five months in 1891.

A reminder that people lived and died in the Virginia mountains

The story of Emmett (Ottie) Cline Powell as told in the ATC’s Appalachian Trail Guide for Central Virginia goes like this:  “Little Ottie was not with the other boys as they returned to Tower Hill School with wood for the stove.  A dragged stick in the path suggested he had turned the wrong way.  The weather was cold.  The search party grew to hundreds over many weeks.  His father, a country preacher, ran a newspaper notice that described his son: ‘not very tall for his age, light hair, blue eyes, a fair complexion, and is very intelligent.’  Five months later, four young men were using ‘the old Bear Trail’ to cross from Amherst County to Rockbridge County, when their dog began barking on the top of Bluff Mountain.  Little Ollie’s remains had been found, his hat still on his head.” 

I am learning that there are many waypoints on the AT in Virginia, gravel road crossings, intersecting  trails and gaps (how many Salt Log Gaps are there? More than one).  About every 5 or 10 miles there is a shelter.  Using David “Awol” Miller’s A.T. Guide, it’s easy to track progress and stay oriented to where I am and where I’m going on the trail.  And of course, the elevation profiles let me know when to eat a power bar in preparation for getting myself up those steep climbs. 

Almost before I knew it, I was at the Parkway where Jim waited for me.  He had been happily riding his bike up and down like a little kid.  Outdoor therapy is the best.

"When the morning's freshness has been replaced by the weariness of midday, when the leg muscles quiver under the strain, the climb seems endless, and suddenly, nothing will go quite as you wish -- it is then that you must not hesitate." ~Dag Hammarskjold



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