Appalachian Trail Project in VA – 4/11/14 – Craig Creek Road
Northbound to VA 620 - 7.3 Miles
On April 11, 2013 I embarked on a new hiking challenge, to
complete the Appalachian Trail section in my home state of Virginia, about 550
miles, for my 55th birthday. One
year later, after an exceptionally tough winter, I am short of my goal but
still plugging away. Today I got on the
trail for my 56th birthday, and what could possibly go wrong?
Clue #1: Why do a
simple section when finding a remote trailhead is more fun? Jim and I drove up from North Carolina,
taking 3+ hours to find and drop my car at the hike’s ending point, and I had
aspirations of completing the 7.3 miles quickly and driving to a second short
section for an out-and-back while Jim enjoyed a long bike ride. Setting up the route was more involved than
it looked on paper, but by late morning I was headed northbound.
Anticipating today’s unique feature on the trail
After a half-mile crossing multiple footbridges over small
creeks that fed into Craig Creek, I began the big climb up Brush Mountain (yes,
another one). Little yellow trout lilies
were my first signs of spring on the trail.
I was feeling fine and fresh, switchbacking smoothly, looking for more
spring flowers.
Clue #2: What I saw
was smoke in the valley. I was not compass
oriented. Is this due northeast, the
direction I’m heading? Is it south? Is it a controlled burn? A rampant campfire? Do I need to think about this some more? With each switchback the smoky cloud expanded. Eventually the trail wound around to the
other side of the mountain and the suspicious smoke was gone from view. [Postscript: a controlled burn that I didn't get close to.]
Dog hobble, a shrub, was blooming profusely
Hepatica
At the crest of Brush Mountain the trail turned left and widened to a broad, dull road bed. After more than a half-mile the reason for the broad access track appeared: the Audi Murphy Monument. Murphy was the most decorated American combat soldier of World War II and went on to become an accomplished film actor. He died in a plane crash on this mountain in 1971. His body is interred at Arlington Cemetery and is the second most visited site there – the first is the grave of John F. Kennedy.
The memorial stone
Visitors leave stones, patches and other mementos
From the monument, the AT continues north on a gentle slope and then descends more deliberately toward VA 620, the gravel road where
my car was waiting for me. The day was
warm and slightly breezy and I was still feeling light on my feet. The downhill
was steep enough to jog/trot and I finished the entire 7.3-mile section in
about 2 hours 40 minutes. Plenty of time
to do another short section!
At VA 620 I saw a thru-hiker sitting on a big rock, chatting
with a retired-looking couple out walking their dog. After a few minutes of shared conversation
the man and woman continued on their way while the hiker and I exchanged a bit
more information. He was German, used
the trail name Farmer, wanted to know what I could share about the trail coming
up, places to camp and where to resupply.
I told him to be sure and stop to eat at the Homeplace Restaurant in
Catawba if possible. (That’s where Jim
and I are headed for supper tonight – all you can eat!)
As Farmer walked on up the trail, I went to my car, unlocked
it, loaded up my backpack and…
Clue #3: my car
battery was dead. Well, I guess that
means I’m not doing any more hiking on the trail today, although I’m going to
be doing some fast moving.
I started trotting after the retired couple, obviously local. When I caught them I explained my dilemma and
asked for help. Sure! Introductions all around, Curtis and Diane
and their dog Buttercup. I walked with
them the rest of the way to their home. They
lived at the intersection of VA 620 and Craig Creek Road, a very unique
property, lovely landscaping, multiple outdoor seating arrangements to focus on
Craig Creek flowing past their back yard. There was a life-size stone gorilla protruding
from as though breaking through the stone façade. Curtis is a Vietnam veteran, now retired from
a 40+-year career in San Francisco, returned back to his roots. Diane is his second wife, a feisty woman with
short cropped hair dyed purplish blue and an incredibly detailed tattoo on her
leg of her African grey parrot. What
great good fortune for me to be rescued by such kind people!
Curtis and Diane with Buttercup and Oliver (Butter- cup’s
brother)
After a short visit and a tall glass of water, Curtis drove
me back to my car and we jump started her back up. [Learned
later that the sensor for detecting an open door was broken, so it did not
sound its normal alarm when I opened the door and still had lights turned on or keys in ignition, etc.] Curtis
followed me back to the paved road and waved goodbye. I was not at all stressed at missing the rest
of my hike plan. Meeting my trail angels
was the true highlight of my day.
From there I headed to our pre-arranged meeting point, the
hiker parking area for McAfee Knob on VA 311, jam packed with cars and casual “hikers”
wearing flip-flops and less than half carrying water bottles. I was very glad I wasn’t hiking to the Knob
today. Do I sound like a hiking
snob? So be it. Be prepared, people.
Jim arrived soon after, looking very hot and tired (yet exhilarated)
from his 48-mile bike ride with a very strenuous climb at the end. We changed clothes at the car (when you are
that hot and sweaty and dirty, you don’t care who sees what). Then
the real reason for hiking and biking these sections: The Homeplace. We had both missed lunch so were ravenous for
supper. Not much conversation as we plowed
into fried chicken, country ham, butterbeans, corn, mashed potatoes, cole slaw
and cobbler. Don’t forget the sweet iced
tea.
Tomorrow morning Jim and our daughter Laura and I will run in the Virginia Tech "Run In Remembrance" Memorial 5K. Life is good.
“How old would you be if you didn’t know how old you are?” ~Satchel Paige
“Because time itself is like a spiral, something special
happens on your birthday each year: The same energy that God invested in you at
birth is present once again.” ~Menachem
Mendel Schneerson
“The great thing about getting older is that you don’t lose
all the other ages you’ve been.”
~Madeleine L’Engle
“Grow old along with me! The best is yet to be, the last of
life, for which the first was made.”
~Robert Browning
1 comment:
Happy birthday! So glad you were able to catch the nice couple to help you with your car.
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