There’s a reason moving mountains
is used metaphorically in description of a miracle. The mountains we know are
Mother Nature’s most concrete creations, formed from the movement of tectonic plates
and the very ground we walk on. They were born before us, and will persist long
after our short lives are through. The best are untamable, rugged, dynamic in
attitude—wild, as all the best places are.
Photo by Matt Reilly. |
Mount Rogers is Virginia’s tallest,
and arguably wildest mountain. Located in the heart of the 200,000-acre Mount
Rogers National Recreation Area (MRNRA), the once-active volcano steeps over
Southwest Virginia at an elevation of 5,728 feet, and serves as the crown jewel
of the vastly foreign (to Virginia) landscape of the Grayson Highlands.
The peak is most popularly accessed
via a 4.6-mile hike along the Appalachian Trail (AT) and a spur trail through
Grayson Highlands State Park, the MRNRA, and Lewis Fork Wilderness Area.
Scenery along the way includes grassy balds, rock outcroppings, caves, thick
rhododendron forests, wide-ranging mountain vistas, a hemlock- and spruce-dominated
crest zone, and the wild ponies that lend the Highlands even more unique
flavor.
It was a sunny, albeit slightly
cold and windy, Saturday morning when the idea of surmounting the Old
Dominion’s highest peak drifted into my mind. A relatively dry spring (thus
far) was keeping the creeks running well below the seasonal average, keeping
the need to go fishing at some kind of bay.
The week prior had been consumed
pouring over topographic maps, planning a five-day backpacking trip to West
Virginia’s Cranberry Wilderness. Thus my West Virginia preparations, along with
the raw tone of a crisp spring wind, inspired visions of jagged peaks that
couldn’t be ignored. Not when they’re so close. I announced my plans, and three
friends jumped on board.
To those tackling the Grayson
Highlands for the first time during any season of the year, my advice is
foremost to bring good, rugged shoes. Close behind is the warning to expect the
high country to be twice as windy and 10 degrees colder than it is 3,500 feet lower
in temperate Abingdon or Marion.
When I forced open the door of the car in the
Massie Gap parking area in Grayson Highlands State Park, I was pleased to find
the predictable air of adventure pushing back.
To my friends, I announced the
potential for a raw high country experience, shouting in contest with the wind,
which was forecast to reach a maximum speed of 44 MPH. I found out later that
gusts registered upwards of 60 MPH. The temperature sat firmly in the high 40s.
Zipping on an insulated
wind-breaking layer, I shouldered my 55-liter pack, loaded thoughtfully with
overnight gear and backpacking essentials (for conditioning), and took on a few
water bottles and snacks from my pack-less friends.
Head into the wind, we began
plodding northwest from the parking lot along the Rhododendron Trail.
Photo by Matt Reilly. |
A quarter mile into the hike, we
crested an open saddle, vegetated with highbush blueberry bushes and the forms
of about a dozen camera-wielding day-hikers. Grayson’s renowned wild ponies
were the center of attention, as they grazed peacefully despite the attention.
I snapped a few photos, and we moved on.
An even mile into the hike, there
is a crossroads and a cattle gate. As we did, day-hikers should bear left to
pick up the AT. It’s at this point that the road gets rugged. Following the
white blazes northwest is an exercise in rock-hopping, as a single misstep can
make for a painful end to an otherwise enjoyable hike.
For 1.9 miles, the trail maintains
this character, leaving the state park behind and traveling over two notable
passes, and offering several wide-stretching mountain vistas.
Photo by Matt Reilly. |
After 1.9 miles of the AT, the
trail meets the boundary of the Lewis Fork Wilderness—one of four within the
MRNRA. Here the trail takes a sharp left, and skirts the boundary of the more
forested, coniferous wilderness area. The Lewis Fork of the Upper Fox flows
north out of the ridge slope to the right.
In the next 1.2 miles, we
encountered several more ponies at Thomas Knob, and enjoyed a windbreak in the
form of spruce and hemlock trees that line the trail. Backpackers were
plentiful, as fires are permitted within the wilderness area, and not in the
state park.
Photo by Matt Reilly. |
After those 1.2 miles, the AT again
takes a sharp left, and a spur trail proceeds straight to the peak of Mount
Rogers. In a half mile, the trail leaves the open country behind, traded for
thick, damp coniferous forest. It’s a remarkable sight, even in contrast to the
wide open scenes further below.
The summit trail. Photo by Matt Reilly. |
At the end of the line, the ascent
halts, and a rock ledge studded with a US Geological Survey cap marks
Virginia’s highest point. □
*Originally published in the Rural Virginian.
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