Appalachian Trail in VA Project – 2/22/14 – US 11 to VA 42 – 11.8 Miles
The back roads of southwest Virginia continue to incentivize Jim to help me with my AT hiking. Thank goodness he likes biking in the cold since so far Winter 2014 has been relentless.
A brief two-day window of a precipitation-free forecast was all it took to coax us out once again. At the end of 2013 I had completed roughly the middle third of the AT from Shenandoah NP southward to Burke’s Garden, south of I-77. For this outing I planned to cover the section from Burke’s Garden to I-81 – backwards, sort of. To maximize my daylight, I started from I-81 to hike northbound to the Trail’s crossing at VA 42. This 12-mile section goes from Great Valley up over Gullion Mountain, down into Crawfish Valley, then back up again over Big Walker Mountain and down into Rich Valley. Jim planned to bike all over creation and end up at the same spot on VA 42.
Technically I started from the parking lot of The Barn Restaurant on VA 11 and walked underneath I-81. Clear blue skies, but colder than I expected. The AT entered an open field with a gentle climb. I had been walking less than five minutes when I heard a lot of barking and howling and, looking far across the field, I saw a pack of hunting dogs and two hunters in blaze orange. Suddenly a deer jumped in front of me and ran into the brush. Welcome to hunting season – again. I took out my red rain jacket and tied it on the outside of my pack. [Later on I described this scene to someone who reasoned that the hunters were probably bear hunting and would only shoot up into a tree after the dogs had trapped one. If anyone wants to weigh in on this theory, let me know.]
Part of the land now owned by the Forest Service that includes the AT corridor was donated by the Davis family, descendants of James davis, who purchased the land in 1748. About one mile into my hike I took the short side trail to visit the Davis Cemetery, fenced in at the edge of an open hilltop meadow.
Headstone for Lizzie M. Davis, wife of F.G. Davis, died at age 34. The inscription reads: “I shall be satisfied when I awake with Thy likeness.”
After crossing VA 617 I found myself again in open pastureland. In contrast to the deep green of midsummer, it is still beautiful in winter, straw-colored grass, bare gray branches of an old sentinel tree, deep blue sky minus summer’s haze.
I negotiated nine fence stiles today, only half of which were noted in my guidebook, crossing barbed wire fences that separate land ownership.
At a spot called Davis Path Camp- site, the remains of a shelter taken down in 2008 “because of misuse." Camping is still allowed.
And the privy is still open for business.
A very pleasant gentle climb up Big Walker Mountain to Tilson Gap, 900 feet elevation gain in 1.7 miles. Got to put some footprints in a little bit of snow. Then what goes up must come down, a little more steeply on the north side.
Walking a narrow stretch of the trail between two barbed wire fences
At VA 610 I clambered over fence stiles on either side of the road and noted this friendly reminder to behave and be grateful as hikers are now entering a narrow corridor on private land. Instead of going straight up the hill, the trail meandered through the meadow before entering the woods again.
After one last small downhill I encoun- tered yet another stile at the North Branch of the Holston RIver, which was flowing at its fullest capacity. Fast moving water is mesmerizing, don’t you think? In a few hundred yards I came to VA 742 and the low-water Holston River Bridge, a concrete crossing level with the pavement. The water was lapping onto the bridge, threatening to spill over.
From the bridge I got an eyeful of Tilson’s Mill, built before the Civil War. The building is massive and deteriorating and spooky. I’ve read that trail volunteers are working to stabilize the structure and document its history and I look forward to learning more about it. Right now there isn’t much information on the web.
According to the map, one more mile to go, but I question that it is longer, through another pasture, a few ups-and-downs, and at long last I stepped out onto VA 42 where reliable Jim was waiting. I am so happy that we have found a way to share these adventures.
On our way back to our hotel room in Marion, VA, we stopped to check out Hungry Mother State Park, nice little cabins, lakefront with swimming, a conference center, picnic areas and an extensive trail system. If the temps ever get out of the 20’s at night I would like to camp there, perhaps as a base camp when I can help the next hiker complete this section of the AT.
How did the park get its name? The traditional story that park rangers tell is that the hungry mother is Molly Marley, a victim of a Native American raid on a Virginia settlement. Marley and her child were taken captive, but they escaped into the woods, surviving for many days by eating berries. Ultimately Molly collapsed and died. Her child was found, crying "Hungry mother." The child led them to Molly's body.