Sunday, October 21, 2012

Dad and I have become really good hiking partners. Earlier in the year, he hiked four miles through the hills of Giles County to the Cascades of Virginia with me, it was one of my fondest memories. I remember a time when our family wondered if he would ever be the same after falling almost 30 feet off a telephone pole and breaking his back. The injury resulted in his retirement but opened the door for us to finally get to spend some time together. As time went on, Dad started doing better and feeling better, he worked on maintaining a healthier weight and had some nagging knee issues addressed and a hiker was born. I have been all over our region of Northeast Tennessee and Southwest Virginia and have seen some beautiful sights. Some of the hikes take every ounce of my energy and some are a little more tame, those are my "dad hikes"
Dad looking excited to head up.
awesome mix of fall color climbing the tower.

The Birch Knob Tower in Clintwood, Virginia is a crazy long drive for a wonderful short hike. I'm not sure who secured the funding to construct the tower, but I wish I could give them a hug. The structure is built around the boulders atop Pine Mountain and winds up and around the massive rocks eventually reaching a large observation deck with bench seating to take in the views. Dad had mentioned riding up there on several occasions but now that Fall is in full swing and the leaves are peaked we picked last Thursday to hit the mountains. The ride over to Clintwood is a pretty one crossing Powell Mountain and winding through the small mountain town of Pound, Virginia. Our conversation made the time go by and before we knew it we were heading up the first of 187 steps that take you to the top of Birch Knob Tower.
awesome picture of dad.
from the observation deck

It was a perfect day for photos with clouds rolling through mixed with patches of blue sky. The wind was gusting pretty bad at the top but I let dad borrow my sweatshirt to keep him up there with me. I hope these pictures tell the story better than I have, I'm having some serious writer's block and Sunday Night Football is on. Til next time...happy trails.
wind turning the leaves
Airplane Rock

Monday, October 15, 2012

Usually I try to write a story and tell the tale of my hike, but yesterdays pictures from the Brumley Mountain Trail do the story justice. The BMT better known for the Great Channels of Virginia are a maze of sandstone boulders about two acres wide strung across the mountain on the Washington/Russell county line. It's about a seven mile round trip hike and the first half is pretty strenuous, I've done the work so you don't have to, so sit back and enjoy the pictures... and PS- happy trails!

The Sand Cave and White Rocks are two of my favorite hiking destinations, it just so happens they are on the same trail. The Ewing Trail leaves the Thomas Walker Civic Park near Ewing, Virginia and ascends the mountain on a 9.5 mile loop, for the average hiker it's strenuous, for beginners, it's downright awful.
The Sand Cave
Brock and Brandon victorious in the cave

The beginner is where Brock and Brandon come into play. I met them while training in Rogersville, Tennessee and after finding out about my obsession with hiking, they volunteered to go with me. We haggled somewhat on a location and our schedules clashed on more than one occasion, but the Sand Cave/White Rocks hike eventually found itself at the top of the heap.
heading in the entrance
The waterfall just outside the cave

This past Sunday we decided we needed a prep hike for Tuesday's grueling journey. We visited Elrod Falls in Sneedville, TN, which is a cheap easy stroll to a couple of really nice waterfalls. We left from work so Brock and Brandon were able to go home and change while I had to keep my shirt and tie on, along with some slick bottom dress shoes. The trail is level until reaching a sloped rock angled toward the creek about 15 feet below. There are several ways to navigate this, you can climb around it taking a higher worn trail and descend the opposite side, you can scramble down to creek level and rock hop around it's base, or you can be a man and cross it using the few cracks and holds on the rock itself. I opted for the creek level due to my shoes and Brandon was next to cross, with his first step his feet flew out and he slide violently down the rock splashing in the creek up over his knees. Our first hike was two minutes in and we had already experienced "epic failure" Brock and I laughed hysterically almost resulting in Brock joining Brandon with the same fate. After we composed ourselves, I decided to shed my shoes and hike barefoot. I wished someone else could have come along and seen me in my dress clothes with my pants rolled up climbing up the trail to the second falls, it was funny looking I'm sure. After we hiked we all were pretty excited for Tuesday and what new laughs we would have.
first view of the fall colors at White Rocks
The thought of returning to work almost made me jump
another successful hike

So Tuesday morning, we met in Rogersville and took highway 70 to Jonesville arriving at the civic park around 10am. We all had packs with various goodies and set off on the trail excited to get to the Sand Cave. The first mile of trail winds gently up the mountain crossing the creek several times. Eventually you arrive at a registration box, so the park service can monitor how many people visit and an idea of where to look if something goes wrong. From here the trail climbs fiercely alongside a creek for about half a mile. Brandon and Brock struggled but laughed it off marveling at how their legs were already burning. We rested briefly before busting out a mile and a half straight of switchback climbing. I was really impressed with their pace and determination, this was not where I would want to be taking my first hike. At a sharp curve in the trail there is a nice rock for resting and we took a break here, enjoying the views and our progress so far. The next mile and a half is relatively uneventful and crosses the mountain summit. I could see the relief on both their faces that we had the majority of climbing behind us. As the trail declines the back side of the mountain to Sand Cave the vegetation changes drastically and the trail becomes more and more sand covered.Upon arrival at the cave, Brock and Brandon found their strength again. We explored briefly before deciding to have lunch next to a nice waterfall flowing over the top of the cave. I think I ate some of the strangest combinations I've ever had but I had to pass on the barbeque vienna sausages Brock brought. Afterwards we made our way into the cave which is no easy chore. The grade is steep and the sand is deep, it's a real workout to get to the back walls of the cave where the sand is less deep and more footing is to be found. I was really pumped by how much they were enjoying it and we scurried all about the cave pointing out each of our findings.
my favorite pic of the cliffs
Loose boulders balanced along the cliffs edge

We spent about thirty minutes in the cave before hiking the spur trail out and heading on to White Rocks. The climb is steep and our legs were tired but the promise of great views and fall colors drove us on. They both were impressed when we arrived at the large crack in the base of White Rocks that serves as the route to the top. I was the first to make it to the top and I watched the looks on their faces as they came into the open, high in the heavens. Brock in particular loved the White Rocks, he ran about like a small child and found bravery that I, nor anyone else I've brought there, has demonstrated. Brandon also eased out to the edge a few times marveling at the height and of how many times you could scream before splattering on the rocks below if you were to fall. Most of my visits to White Rocks are brief and I have never really explored but we found some other nice views along the towering cliffs and some tough climbing over large boulders. Brock found a sheer drop of at least 600 feet, my head swam as I scooted out to peek over and the distance was so great that my camera couldn't focus when I held it out for a straight down shot. We made our way back to our packs and enjoyed another round of snacks. They both agreed the tough climb had been well worth it and already talked of when they would come back again. I sat and enjoyed the view with a smile on my face, knowing I had found two new hiking partners. Until next time...happy trails!
I estimated this to be about 600 feet.
Anything for a funny photo