Cover Story

Happy Trails
by Emily Grey, Contributing Writer

Whether you’re traveling on a bicycle, a horse, or your own two feet, the Virginia Creeper and New River Valley trails offer miles of scenic exploration.

Nestled in the spellbinding Southwest Virginia Blue Ridge Mountains are two sweeping rough-cut emeralds, the Virginia Creeper and the New River trails. Equestrians, naturalists, cyclists and cross-country skiers are among the many groups that enjoy these multi-purpose tracts.

These ribbon-like greenways pass through federal, state and private terrain. Landowners of the latter category graciously permit trail users a right-of-way. This privilege naturally implies a two-way courtesy.

Crushed limestone and cinder facilitate cycling on the relatively level surfaces of these rails-to-trails. Unexpected loose gravel, ruts and gnarled roots demand the wide, knobby tires of a mountain or all-terrain bike.

Numerous, charming trestles of various lengths span beautiful lakes and rivers. These little bridges are idyllic spots to dismount a bicycle and gaze into a seemingly lost horizon. Riders are expected to yield to horseback riders, especially here.

Picnic benches, shelters, mileposts, comfort stations, kiosks and historical exhibits are dispersed along these converted railroad beds and old Indian routes. Treasure every precious, unhurried moment on these hushed forested paths and be open to surprises. 

Virginia Creeper Trail

“… the Creeper never fails to refresh the spirit and revive the soul.” Frank Honeycutt, pastor, INTRODUCTION, The Virginia Creeper Trail Companion by Edward H. Davis and Edward B. Morgan.

Let’s Hit the Trail!

Adventure Damascus Laughing Dog Shuttle Adventure Tours
(Bike rental, shuttle & guide service)
1-888-595-BIKE
www.adventuredamascus.com

Creeper Trail Cottages
(Just off the trail — cozy, modern, lovely)
Damascus, VA
(540) 623-9097
www.creepercottage.com

Apple Tree B&B
Damascus, VA 
(800) 231-7626
www.appletreebnb.com

Shepherd’s Joy B&B
(Western trailhead, VA Creeper)
Abingdon, VA
(540) 628-3273
www.shepherdsjoy.com

New River Trail State Park
Foster Falls, VA
(540) 699-6778/236-8889
(Directions: To administrative offices, from I-77 take exit 24. Head east on Route 69 to Route 52. Go north to Route 608 and then east and follow signs.)

Shot Tower Historical State Park
(Directions: From I-77 take exit 24 and head east on Route 69 to Route 52. Follow signs to Shot Tower. Tower is accessible by foot only.)

New River Adventures
Foster Falls (540) 699-1034
Wytheville (540) 228-8311
www.newriveradventures.com
(Rents bikes, kayaks, canoes, rafts, inner tubes and horses and provides a shuttle service.)

Fiddler’s Roost Cabins
Galax, VA
(540) 236-1212

Pine Cove Cabins B&B
Draper, VA
PH/FX (540) 994-9431
BethelTws@compuserve.com

Day 1 (Whitetop Laurel to Damascus – 17 miles)
Last October, amidst dancing golden leaves, migrating birds and nippy morning air, this writer embarked on a cycling venture with companion, Tom Horsch. Just outside the eastern trailhead to the north emerged the balds of Whitetop, our state’s second-tallest peak. About face lay a lovely pond with a beaver lodge straddling the surface. Hardy Fraser firs triangularly dotted several Christmas tree hillside farms. At 3,600 feet, this area is the Creeper’s zenith.

In close proximity are Mount Rogers National Recreational Area and Tennessee. Jefferson National Forest encompasses much of the 10- to 12-foot-wide Creeper while the Appalachian Trail intersects the eastern end.

Co-author of Mountain Biking the Appalachians and an avid biker, my guide co-owns and manages the Creeper Trail Cottages, Adventure Damascus and Tours, and Laughing Dog Shuttle in Damascus. This Renaissance man cheerfully pointed out the geology, history and natural features of his cherished passageway.

The initial train ran along this rail bed from Abingdon to Damascus in 1900. Several decades later, the “V-C” railroad was dubbed the Virginia Creeper. No one really knows the etymology. Perhaps it was so named because of the track’s intertwining course like the indigenous vine. Creeping up and down steep grades and sharp curves likely factored into the locomotive and trail’s appellation. In 1977, the final train spent its passenger and timber-hauling course. In 1986, Congress designated the Virginia Creeper a National Recreation Trail.

Several miles from the eastern onset is Green Cove Station, the only original depot on the trail. Seasonal naturalists are often available to answer questions and conduct informal tours at this appealing locality.

We continued our descent from 3,200 to 2,400 feet to enchanting Taylors Valley. Wondrous rock outcroppings dressed the sylvan margins.

Beneath the assorted cobbles and boulders of Whitetop Laurel Creek, said to be one of the state’s best fishing holes, are myriad hiding places for trout. We watched small to mid-sized fish swim dauntlessly about the clear stream. Beneath the trestle, children hopped over tiny stepping stones in the shallows while their parents prepared a snack.

After treading down a steep bank, we paused to watch a whispering cascade. Nuthatches, wrens and kinglets called from dense conifers. The sun kissed sparkling rivulets and reticulating boughs of changing foliage. It was one of those rare moments to savor.

Our magical journey ended too soon. Crossroads, vehicles and well-kept homes signaled delightful, diminutive Damascus, “Gateway to the Trails” and the “Friendliest Trail Town.” A bright red caboose shone in triumphant glory at Town Park.

DAY 2 (Abingdon to Damascus – 16 miles)
On this Indian summer day, I was on my own. Considerably more joggers, dog walkers and others use this leg of the Creeper.

A dormant ebony steam engine marked the western trailhead in Abingdon. Splendid old oaks, winding pastures and mothers with strollers nodded as I passed. In the spring, dainty wildflowers and a blush of rhododendron decorate the track’s edges. Some of the 47 trestles rise over deep jungle-like ravines.

The thunder of big rigs resounded from Interstate 81 as I pedaled below. Rolling farmlands, old orchards, cattle, housing developments and a golf course coexisted in an odd yet agreeable way. Several times I hopped off my bike to open and shut swinging gates on private lands.

I heard the roar of rapids while approaching Alvarado, the trail’s lowest point at 1,750 feet. Limestone cliffs beamed across the confluence of the Holston River’s South and Middle Forks and Holston Lake. Mileposts 16 – 17 led me to charming, familiar Damascus. I returned my bike to Tom’s rental and shuttle service, also known as the town’s unofficial chamber of commerce.

The Virginia Creeper Trail is a benevolent partnership of devoted volunteers, the U.S. Forest Service and the communities of Abingdon and Damascus. During the horrific ice storm of 1999, the Virginia Creeper Trail Club (www.vacreeper.org) and others worked feverishly to clear trees and debilitating debris off their beloved path in just two weeks!

The New River Valley Trail
At 350 million years old, the New River is second in antiquity only to the Nile. It is one of the few North American rivers that flows north. The 57.5-mile rail-trail that embraces Grayson, Carroll, Wythe and Pulaski counties and the City of Galax intertwines through urban centers and pastoral wilderness and can be entered via at least a dozen points. The New River parallels its companion 10- to 12-foot-wide trail for about 39 miles.

The original Cripple Creek line (later called the Norfolk and Western) ferried iron and lead from area mines to industrial centers in the late 1800s. The Norfolk Southern Corporation donated this abandoned railroad right-of-way to the state. Like the Virginia Creeper, this haven is part of the nation’s Rails to Trails Program.

DAY 3 (Fries to Fries Junction – 5.5 miles)
Shady upland woods, tiny cascades and palisades along the river set the stage for adventure on this wildest part of the trail. A familiar spine-tingling screech sounded far above the swirling water and rocks. An adult and an immature bald eagle graced the crystalline sky and quickly disappeared to a more promising fishing hole. Several miles later a beaver peered from a brushpile and waddled away into the forest.

I often paused for long periods to peer over the river as it swiftly poured over jagged rocks. Glistening gold-spun leaves framed portraits of barns, country homes and roaming farm animals on the opposite bank.

Only 12 humans, including park rangers, shared this tract with me. Low water on this day lured only two kayakers. Fries Junction, with picnic facilities and a 1,089-foot trestle, is a popular respite at the tip of this line.

DAY 4 (Galax to Foster Falls – 26 to 28 miles)
This second-wildest stretch commences at Cliffview Ranger Station or Galax Trailhead off State Route 58. Most people travel Pulaski to Foster Falls and this section.

Chestnut Ridge Falls contains a babbling waterfall, short trestle and access to the Appalachian Trail. Two brief tunnels heighten the rustic aura of the old train course.

This section of the trail culminates in the historic Village of Foster Falls. Located there are the park’s administrative offices, a riverside campground, a restored railroad station, and a former orphanage built upon a knoll.

Close by is Austinville, touted as North America’s oldest continuously operated (lead) mine. Also near is the 75-foot-high, 200-year-old stone Shot Tower, a National Historical Mechanical Engineering Landmark. The tower was used to fashion uniform shot for frontier hunters and later for the Confederacy. Shot was formed by dropping molten lead down a deep shaft. Today, an  incessant vehicular rumble is detected overhead on I-77.

DAY 5 (Pulaski to Foster Falls – 24 miles)
Much of this segment traverses private properties and shadowy timbers. Warblers, northern cardinals and mockingbirds vocalized, invisible in the brush.

Several long trestles afforded heavenly views of Claytor Lake. Dazzling mountain backdrops tugged at my heart strings.

Small powerboats planed over the placid water. Families, couples and college groups watched fishermen cast for smallmouth bass. Walleye and muskellunge are also caught here.

Stately homes and a snow-white church graced the community of Allisonia Station, now a guest cottage. A vending machine provided cold drinks to passersby. A family, formerly from the Carolinas, summoned me to their porch for a soda and talked about the tempo of the trail.

“Most folks along this route are friendly,” said Rupert Bowen, my host. “And, the New River is so lucid and pure that people often go snorkeling there.”

A small footbridge just off the path tempted me to linger. Carefree youngsters waded and swam in the chaste water hole on this gorgeous fall day. A father, uncle and son rested against an enormous log while beholding the beauty of the riparian environment.

A few more miles and the familiar arena of Foster Falls beckoned. I coasted gleefully down the hill past the sprawling rustic fences and stables to the bike rental and shuttle service.

The Virginia Creeper and New River Trails are wonderful sites to regroup and rejoice with the natural world. They left me with a yearning to return again. The other trail users I met on my journey appeared to share this sentiment.

 

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