Exploring Bottom Creek Gorge Preserve, VA – 10/28/19 – 5.6 Miles
Make outdoor exploration a part of every trip you take even
(especially) if isn’t the focus. Over the river and through the woods,
to Grandmother’s house we go – and stop in those woods for a little bit! A
little internet search ahead of time will point you to some awesome local
public lands that your hosts may not know about.
Leaving our friends’ home in Roanoke, VA, pointed south
towards Charlotte, Jim and I took the backroads less traveled. The yellow lines
disappeared, the pavement got narrower, the homes fewer and farther
between. The trees canopied overhead,
their fall colors glowing with intensity.
We were looking for Bottom Creek Gorge Preserve, at the
corner where Montgomery, Floyd and Roanoke counties meet. We had a few moments
of confusion about which road was which. A tad remote and very special, this
place.
The Preserve encompasses about 1,650 acres running from the top
of Bent Mountain down to Bottom Creek. The creek is a robust mountain stream
powering down the narrow gorge that it created on its way to join the South
Fork of the Roanoke River. It is not a
gentle flowing stream. Big boulders create funnels and chutes as the fast water
tumbles through a stairstep series of waterfalls that are called “The
Kettles.” The creek is home to many rare
aquatic species, including four native species of fish, and it contains 10
percent of all fish species in Virginia.
(Fishing is not permitted – it is a preserve, you know. Tell that to one guy who blogged about how
awesome the fishing is.)
Another article chockfull of information written by a
Virginia Tech student.
We parked at the gravel road trailhead and began gearing up for
our hike. It was pretty chilly and we anticipated muddy trails due to the
recent rains. A guy drove up and got out of his car, wearing a bright orange
sweatshirt and carrying only an axe. He said, “Hi,” and started walking up the
trail. Jim joked about an axe murderer
and no one there to hear our screams.
We quickly caught up to the man, who wore a name tag as a
Nature Conservancy volunteer and introduced himself as Dave. He was walking the trails for the first time
since the two hurricanes had passed through. We agreed that we would walk one
trail and he would walk another and report back about any downed trees when we
met at the waterfall overlook.
The first half mile is a continuation of the gravel road.
There are just three other trails in the preserve, colorful blazes, pretty darn
easy to stay oriented. The trails have
names as well. Jim and I took the yellow trail (Knight Trail) down, down, down
to Bottom Creek, passing a peaceful little pond along the way.
A short and obvious side trail leads to the water’s edge to
see “The Kettles”. We rock scrambled upstream
a bit to get a better look. Wow.
Back on the yellow trail, a steep climb out (what goes down
must go up). The trail passed an
enormous yellow poplar tree with multiple straight trunks. I am sure that the
trail was purposely routed past this magnificent fellow. It deserves a plaque!
At the intersection with the red trail (Johnston Trail) we
turned left to follow it, again trending downhill. Dave had walked the entirety of the red trail
and was waiting for us at a clearing that looks out into the Gorge. Across the
way, Camp Creek pours off the mountain to join Bottom Creek in a dramatic 200-foot
drop called Bent Mountain Falls, the second highest waterfall in VA. Including
the series of cascades above the main drop, the total run is around 350 feet. Dave
explained that in the winter the upper cascades are more visible, and once he
pointed them out we could discern them through the foliage.
Looking across the Gorge at Bent Mountain Falls, I was reminded
of South Harper Creek Falls in the Wilson Creek area of Pisgah
National Forest, NC (120 feet tall).
South Harper Creek Falls
We chatted with Dave about bygone residents of Bottom Creek,
the hard life on steep, rocky land. He told us to look for remnants of
buildings and homesteads.
Jim and I backtracked up the red trail and turned left onto
the blue trail (Duval Trail), a more moderate grade. Dave trailed behind to
work on small blowdowns. We investigated one structure, quite deteriorated, no
roof, no chimney, presumably used for storage.
About 100 yards off the trail, Jim spotted another structure.
This was a homesite, appeared to have several rooms and an intact chimney.
Seeing a stone chimney standing deep in the woods is haunting, picturing a mother
and daughters cooking, the family sitting in the firelight before bedtime. Is
it dark at night on the mountaintop, or are the stars brighter than we’ve ever
seen them?
Through the trees I caught a glimpse of Dave standing at a
small cemetery, two graves, presumably residents of the homestead. One was
marked by a plain slab headstone and foot stone. The other was marked by an
ornate column with a worn carved inscription. Perhaps there were no children
here. Perhaps they are buried elsewhere.
Perhaps descendants still visit here.
Emily Hall, wife of R.W. Hall, Feb. 7, 1855, March
17, 1931
We walked with Dave for the remainder of the hike as he
described more features of the Preserve. Further into the woods beyond the
homesite is a rock slab and another overlook down into the valley, but we
didn’t take time to find it today. Near the summit the landscape opened into
small flat pastures, no other structures to see, but he indicated where homes
had been. Out of sight beyond one meadow
is a larger cemetery, but no time to explore – next time!
And what about that old Girl Scout Camp Kiwanniana? Dave had
a little info. The camp stood a couple of miles down the mountain and is long
gone, but there are some cabins left that are now dwellings. I think about Camp
Occoneechee, the Girl Scout camp of my daughters’ youth. It is now private
property, many of the buildings fallen into disrepair, yet one of the cabins is
now on Airbnb! I don’t know what to
think about that.
The diversity of topographic features and the lore of human
history in a five-mile loop in the middle of nowhere rural Virginia – what a
great find! I am glad that the Nature Conservancy exists to preserve these
places. It is visionary work and seldom appreciated. I was so impressed with the Preserve and Dave,
its devoted volunteer, that I made a donation.
Maybe you can support a Nature Conservancy in your neck of the woods.
[Note to self: on the way home we passed AmRheins Winery –
next time!]
“How beautifully leaves grow old. How full of light and color are
their last days.” ~John Burroughs
