Oak Knob/Hone Quarry, GWNF, Dayton VA

Sunday the second of April found us attempting our ninth hike of our 2017 52-Hike Challenge. Ann picked a hike a little south and west of Harrisonburg in Rockingham County in the George Washington National Forest, centered on the Hone Quarry Recreational Area, in a part of the Shenandoah Valley that I have never visited.

Hone Quarry: A Beautiful Recreation Area in GWNF

I thought we'd try something different for pre-hike breakfast so I picked up a package of riguas de elote at FoodMaxx on Saturday. Riguas are pancakes made from grated fresh sweet corn. They are big and one is plenty for a serving, so I heated two in the microwave for our breakfast and packed the other three to go. They're a bit sweet and taste very much of corn. That said, I need something else to go with them to help cut the sweetness. Ann was not pleased with hers and refused to eat another for lunch. Me, I was hungry, so I scarfed another on the trail. She's still a bit picky to be true hiker trash.

Our First Riguas Experience

Riguas consumed, the Jeep packed, and flasks of coffee in hand, we drove south on I-81 until we got to the south side of Harrisonburg, about an hour from Winchester. From there, it was a bit of a contorted path to get to Hone Quarry on the far side of Ottobine. It took us a bit longer than we were expecting based on the map because as soon as we got to Dayton, southwest of Harrisonburg, we hit rush hour for the Old Order Mennonites going to church in their buggies. We encountered 25-30 buggies between Dayton and Ottobine.

Rush Hour Going to Church

As we turned off 257 onto the somewhat paved Hone Quarry Road, we quickly became aware of a beautiful creek on our left, Hone Run. We saw a beautiful female Belted Kingfisher along the creek before we got to the parking area at the Hone Quarry picnic area, about 1.7 miles up the road. It was still a bit chilly in the morning so we got going quickly from the parking lot up the Cliff Trail (not signposted but the only trail leaving the northeastern side of the road just before the parking area).

There are two overlooks in quick succession for really the only views along the trail, except for a few views of the reservoir further on in some of the rockslide areas. We favor trails where the payoff is from the mid-point to the end of the trail, rather than at the beginning.

First Cliff Overlook

Looking West from Overlook

The Hone Quarry Dam is the GrassyArea in Center of Photo

We climbed over more huge trees fallen across this trail that we have climbed over in the last six months.

Lots of Downed Trees

Southwest from Second Overlook

Admiring a Stand of Blooming Pieris

Further North on Cliff Trail, Hone Quarry Reservoir

There were long, long stretches of rocks on the Cliff Trail. I don't mind rocks but the seemingly endless scrambles through rockslides was a pain in the rear.

Long, Long Rock Traverses

The Cliff Trail tees into the Meadow Knob Trail at the ridgeline north of the reservoir. Mercifully, the rocks end here and the path to the left is smooth up one knob and down into a saddle before climbing very steeply up Pond Knob. I have been ill for the last month, so I have very few legs under me at this point. We stopped five times going up Pond Knob to catch our breath. There were places going up this trail where we had to be careful to take small steps and to keep our weight over our legs. Otherwise, we would lose traction and our back legs would slide out from under us. That's steep.

From the top of Pond Knob, we descended steeply west to the valley floor where we picked up Hone Quarry Road, dirt at this point rather than shoddy pavement, about a mile and a half above the reservoir. As we walked the road back to the reservoir, we saw dozens of little streams trickling down the hillsides to join the roaring Hone Run in the valley floor. In places, Hone Run had three separate channels, all screaming with white water from recent rains. The rains caused the road to be very muddy in places as well.

In fact, in one spot, the road was covered by a mud puddle the size of a small pond and we had to skirt around it. My boot slid out from under me on the 45-degree mud incline and down I went, right on my ass in the mud. I was a filthy mess and I am quite sure that it would be funny as hell if we had it on video. Fortunately, nothing was hurt and there was lots of flowing fresh water to clean off in. The day was nice and warm and so everything air-dried quickly.

Lots of Streams Flowing into Hone Run

The road walk wasn't a lot of fun, but at least we had it to ourselves until we got to the reservoir, half way back to the car. At the reservoir, we encountered lots of cars, dogs, and people, many of them fishing in the little pond, some canoeing.

Hone Quarry Reservoir

I climbed up on the dam to take a photo of the reservoir while Ann continued down the gravel road. At one point, I found myself about 150 yards away from her as she trudged through a cut in the hillside that exposed layers of iron-bearing rock. I was definitely having a better time walking through the grass than along the road, where cars were throwing up dust.

Annie Trudges Through a Cut

On the downstream side of the dam, the road comes very close to Hone Run, which is one of the prettiest trout streams I have seen in a long time. We walked for another mile on the road along the creek back to the car.

Hone Run is a Beautiful Trout Stream

Fly Rod Anyone?

Rapid Detail in Hone Run

We saw a lot of birds on the day, starting with the aforementioned kingfisher. At one point, a couple of very pale cinnamon-tailed red-tailed hawks came flying over and of course, we were constantly entertained by the vocal croakings of the resident ravens. There were lots of little birds flitting back and forth down low, kinglets, chickadees, titmice, juncos and the like while up in the trees, white-breasted nuthatches were doing little mating dances. For a half a mile or more, we were treated to the drumming of a flicker on a dead snag. Coming down the backside of Pond Knob, I saw a lot of little warblers but the sun was so bright that I really couldn't see them in contrast. At one point, I pointed my camera at one and snapped a few frames, hoping I could adjust the contrast enough in Lightroom to see what it was. My brain was saying that the junco-like call was probably a pine warbler, but it wasn't until the next day that I could see in the photo that I was right.

Pine Warbler, Setophaga pinus

Rock with a Moss Cap

Spring was a lot more noticeable south of Harrisonburg than it is an hour north down the valley in Winchester. Notably, the willows and alders along the reservoir are starting to leaf out and there were many wildflowers in bloom, where we have almost nothing in bloom yet. The area around the campground in particular was littered with large stands of hepatica, bloodroot, and coltsfoot, all among the very first flowers of the year. I would mention the ubiquitous dandelions, but they are everywhere all the time.

Birdfoot Violet, Viola pedata

Mountain Andromeda, Pieris floribunda

Dwarf Cinquefoil, Potentilla canadensis

Common Bluets, Houstonia caerulea

Pink Cherry in Full Bloom

Bloodroot, Sanguinaria canadensis

Coltsfoot, Tussilago farfara

Hepatica on the Rocks, Hepatica americana

Trailing Arbutus, Epigaea repens

Secretly, I think Ann chose this hike for its proximity to Three Notch'd Brewing in Harrisonburg and not for any particular hiking merits. Consider the (de)merits of the hike: no payoff view, very rocky, long, dusty roadwalk. Tell me beer was not involved in this decision. After the hike, we headed north along the mountains to pick up US 33 back into town. US 33 becomes Market Street in Harrisonburg and happens to be the street on which Three Notch'd is located. All the vertical signs along the block next to the courthouse seem to be a direct throwback to when I was a kid in the 1960s.

Market Street: Back in Time

Minute Man IPA

Like so many smaller breweries, Three Notch'd offers no food, so Ann asked me to make some salsa to bring along with chips so that we could have some post-hike munchies with our beer. I charred tomatoes, onion, garlic, and jalapeño, and blitzed that lightly. Then I added salt, cilantro, and lime juice to taste. It's pretty rare for me to make a cooked salsa like this, but what else to do in the winter when tomatoes suck?

Ed-made Charred Tomato Salsa

We got to talking with a young woman at Three Notch'd about places to grab a quick burger before hitting the road back to Winchester. By this time, it was 4pm and we were about famished. She mentioned Jack Brown's right around the corner and was extolling the virtues of their burgers and how it ended up #11 in the country on somebody's list of burger joints. [I am always skeptical of such lists: a case in point, Melt in Leesburg, VA.]

Sounded fantastic, right? We popped around the corner, went in, and were lucky enough to get a seat at the bar. The place is tiny and seats perhaps 8 at the bar with one small table in the front. Right off, I couldn't help but notice the chandelier draped with bras hanging above a disco ball, the cow skull on the wall, or the bike suspended from the ceiling. Definitely kitschy!

Eclectic Jack Brown's

Burger and Fries

And the verdict? Despite the claim to use Wagyu beef and this and that, it was just another cheeseburger of about average quality. Cool place to dine, but we can get better burgers in our area. The fries, really, frozen crinkle cuts? Sorry guys. It was good and it hit the spot for some famished hikers, but it wasn't all that and a bag of chips too.

Keeping it Local

It hit me when I woke up two Sunday mornings ago in Auburn AL. Or rather it felt like several people and a baseball bat hit me. I wasn't quite sure what to make of the intense aches in my shoulders but since it was a travel day, I shrugged it off and we made our way to the airport in Atlanta. About the time we had finished our climb out, it hit me good. I knew for certain at that point I was sick but I had no idea that I would still not be 100% two weeks hence: whatever I still have while I write this is truly mean.

There was no way that I could hike last Sunday; I could barely walk from the sofa to the bathroom. This week I have been feeling progressively less crappy and so I thought we might try a short hike. Our wanderings take us all over the Shenandoah Valley, Virginia, Maryland, and West Virginia, up to a couple hours away from home. Rarely do we hike here at home but because I have been ill for the last two weeks, I wanted a short hike a short distance from home which is how we came to pick Eagle Rock right here in Frederick County.

The Trail Head on VA55/US48

Tuesday we got a foot of snow down in the valley followed by a couple of warmer days with cold nights, a sure recipe for ice at elevation. Saturday night, the forecast was for a bit more snow overnight. I did not particularly want to chance fresh snow over hidden ice, so we went to bed Saturday night thinking that we would probably be hiking elsewhere at lower elevation. But Sunday morning it was obvious that it never got as cold as predicted and the forecast snow was mainly a misty rain. And so we took a chance that conditions would be passable up on the mountain.

The misty rain down in the valley turned to superfine snow up at the trailhead, where the Tuscarora Trail crosses highway 55 on the VA-WV border. Being up in this part of the county where the ridgeline of Great North Mountain forms the border between the two states, it is easy to see why we have so many snow days in the county, even when roads down in Winchester are easily passable. Living near town, we tend to forget how rugged the far western part of our own county is.

Paddy Mountain Left, Little Sluice Right

To start our 8th hike* of our 52-Hike Challenge in 2017, we climbed up from the road to the ridgeline through the spitting snow. The trail at this point was mostly clear as we ascended through varying parts of the forest, first an oak grove with lots of lichen-covered rocks, and then through a section of mountain laurel with each leaf outlined in white from the gently falling snow. The snow was so fine that it was like powdered sugar. Seeing everything dusted in powdered sugar was so beautiful. And I needed that beauty to distract me for I was feeling terrible and moving slowly. Ann would walk 100 yards and turn around and I would be 50 yards behind her already. But I knew that if I just kept moving, I could make the entire 7.5 miles of trail.

*Yep, if you're doing the math, this is week 12 of the year, and we've only got in 8 hikes so far because of illness and weather. Going to be tough to get 52 in, but we're still after it.

Mountain Laurel in the Snow

Fresh Snow on a Log

Turkey Tracks in the Snow

Making our way north along the ridge, we passed a small microwave tower and then approached a much larger one further down. The power line cut coming up from the east was a great place to stop and look down on the road that we drove in getting here.

Short Mountain Left, Paddy Mountain Right

Shortly thereafter, we came upon a trailside cairn that Ann greatly admired. I'm conflicted by these cairns. LNT (leave no trace) says we shouldn't disturb the natural surroundings that we are visiting, but in a way, cairns are artwork that I find attractive. The subtle hypocrisy in LNT is that our boots and our trekking poles leave their marks anyway.

Trailside Cairn

As I was pondering the LNT aspects of cairns, I came across this stacked stone wall alongside the trail. So much for leaving no trace. Our marks are all over this planet. This could be scene in a Robert Frost poem, no?

Stacked Stone Wall in the Woods

From the second cell tower, the ridge starts to descend towards Dry Gap where VA690/Capon Springs Grade pierces the mountains and provides east-west passage between Virginia and West Virginia. The snow drifts became much higher on the slopes down to and away from the gap. In places such as in the photo below, the drifts were a couple of feet deep. We were fortunate in that someone had been through earlier in the week and had already postholed the trail so that we could follow in his footsteps, a much easier task than breaking trail in deep snow. Still, the snow would grasp and suck at our boots and trekking poles and the going in these parts was slow.

Some Drifts Were Deep

Dry Gap

Down in the gap, we saw the first and only Great Eastern Trail blaze of the day. I vaguely recall hearing about such a trail, but it wasn't top of mind. It is a western AT alternative that runs between Alabama and western NY. I don't believe that the trail is fully built or blazed at this time, and is mainly co-located on bits and pieces of other established trails, such as the Tuscarora on which we were walking.

Great Eastern Trail, Who Knew?

Climbing to Eagle Rock

Rock Formation at Eagle Rock

More Rocks

Cement Bench at Overlook: "Capon Springs & Farms"

Turkey Vulture Over Frederick County

Peak after Peak in the Great North Mountain Complex

Eagle Rock

Eagle Pose on Eagle Rock

Panorama at Eagle Rock

Up at the east-facing Eagle Rock, we were fortunate that the wind was coming out of the west and so we were able to brush the snow off the bench and sit with our backs to the wind and enjoy our lunch. After a bunch of pictures and lunch, we headed back towards the car retracing our route. I found a second wind and a new gear on the way back and that trip was much faster: an hour and thirty-five minutes back to the car versus two hours and twenty minutes out.

Back at the car, we pulled onto 55 from the shoulder where we parked and rapidly accelerated down the mountain in the direction of Winchester. I have often felt a bit carsick when coming off the trail, but nothing like this. To be experiencing the world at 2.5mph for hours and then to suddenly rocket to 60mph in seconds can be very disorienting. After a couple minutes of discomfort, the feeling went away.

In the spirit of staying local, for our post-hike beer, we decided to drop in to Winchester Brew Works, a nanobrewery in town that has been open about 10 months. Now that Ann is coming around to drinking real beer, we can expand our brewing horizons. She enjoyed the dry stout and I enjoyed the Cascade Falls IPA. The beers are all well made and this is certainly a welcome addition to Winchester.

Cascade Falls IPA

It was a good day, even if it started really slowly for me. It was great to discover both great hiking and great beer here in Frederick County.

Chewacla State Park, Auburn AL

Our usual Sunday hike was not on Sunday this week. Our seventh hike of 2017 was unplanned and unexpected on Saturday at Chewacla State Park in Auburn AL. Rewinding to our hike last week in the South District of Shenandoah National Park, I found out just as we cleared 3000 feet in elevation that my mother had died. I left the restaurant in the capable hands of the crew and Ann and I flew to Alabama to be with my family for the service on Friday. It was a heartwrenching and beautiful service to be sure, but I am not ready to say more about it at this time. Maybe later.

Chewacla Lake

Before we get into the story of our hike, I thought I'd throw in a picture of all of us at the cemetery after my mother's service. It certainly was a glorious spring day. From left to right, my sister's children Grace, Charlie, Robert, and Phillip; John and Kathy, my brother-in-law and sister; me, Dad, my brother's daughter Rachel, Laura and Mac, my sister-in-law and brother; Annie, my girls Lillie and Ellie, and Mac and Laura's son Jamie. It seems so surreal that my mother is not in this picture.

The Whole Famdamily

Saturday morning, having discovered that the "free" coffee at the hotel was, as my coffee-fiend daughter Lillie put it, "dirty hot water," Ann and I looked about for a coffee shop where we could get a decent cup and a bite of breakfast before going on our walk. We found Toomer's Coffee Shop right near our hotel and arrived just after they opened at 7:30am. Being up and about so early is just one benefit of our bodies still being on Eastern time, rather than Central time.

Poking the Bear. Bad Girl!

My Yankee wife (just being a Yankee is a crime in parts of the south), who delights in poking the bear, couldn't resist doing a few blasphemous Roll Tides while in Auburn. In the photo above, you see her mimicking waves (the tide) with her hands. One just doesn't say "Roll Tide!" in Auburn with any reasonable expectation of living to see the end of the day. She truly does not understand the religion that is big-time SEC football. My family is entrenched in the AU athletic community: both my siblings work for the Athletic Department and my brother also is a color commentator for ESPN; my parents were the founders of the baseball and softball support clubs. My wife takes great childlike delight in poking them; at times, it is beyond my ability to defend her.

In any case, she offered this particular Roll Tide in pantomime and no one else in the coffee shop could see what she was doing. We survived to eat our sausage, egg, and cheese biscuits. The coffee is really good. I had a cup each of Guatemalan and Malawian drip coffees and they were both excellent. After a lengthy stay at the coffee shop, we left for the 5- to 6-minute drive to the park.

Sausage, Egg, and Cheese Biscuit

Chewacla State Park is a 700-acre quasi-urban park near Auburn AL. Situated at the end of the road off which we lived when I was in high school (where my dad still lives; my brother lives just a mile from the park on the same road), it was the home of Wright's Mill, after which the road was named. In the 1930s, the CCC built many of the amenities that can be found there still today including stone guest cabins, bridges, and the masonry outflow waterfall from the small lake.

We started our day just beyond the entrance gate in one of the parking areas next to the lake, walked northeast along Moore's Mill Creek, crossed the creek on the stone bridge, and walked back southwest along the creek on the opposite bank, climbing a little to the pavilion at the top. From there, we descended the hill to the dam, played on the rocks below the outflow, and walked down the creek until it joined the larger Chewacla Creek. There we turned around and walked back to the dam and along the south side of the lake and Moore's Mill Creek back to the bridge, and from there back to the car, for just slightly over 4 miles on the morning, a very short walk for us. It served its purpose though: to let me get out and get my head clear on a beautiful early spring day.

Mistletoe in an Oak Tree

One of the things that I hadn't realized that I had missed about Alabama was the abundant mistletoe (Phoradendron leucarpum). My mom would send me climbing trees in our neighborhood every Christmas to get her enough mistletoe. This parasitic plant grows pretty much everywhere in this part of the world. It took a trip back to make me realize that I miss seeing it in Virginia. Likewise, I also miss the stately Southern Magnolias, (Magnolia grandiflora), which we have as rare specimen plants in Virginia. I was surprised to see them growing in the middle of the woods and noted how different their tall skinny habit is when growing in the woods. We are so used to seeing the massive and broadly spreading trees when grown on lawns with no competition from other trees.

Southern Magnolia (Magnolia grandiflora)

Spring is Here; Wild Cherry in Full Bloom

Annie on the Stone Bridge over Moore's Mill Creek

We crossed the creek on the stone bridge built by the CCC back in the 1930's and then started to climb the opposite bank to the ridgeline and the pavilion above. My brother warned me, "this is a pretty good climb!" You can see in the photo below that we have gained a little elevation from the creek bottom, maybe 150 feet. We chuckled to ourselves as we walked to the top. We count a good climb as a thousand feet of elevation gain in a mile. This was perhaps 150 feet of gain over two miles, what we call flat. I suppose that it is all a matter of perspective.

As we started to climb the hill, I heard a woodpecker in the trees, one that I don't hear very often in our part of the world, but one which I associate with Alabama. As it flew close to the trail in its incessant search for bugs, I visually confirmed that it was indeed a Yellow-Bellied Sapsucker. We do have them in Virginia in the summer, but they just aren't that common.

At the Pavilion; Chewacla Creek Below

From the pavilion at the top of the hill, we could hear the water spilling over the dam below and walked down to investigate. While we had had the place all to ourselves until this point, there were tens of people milling around on rocks below the dam.

Dam at Chewacla Lake

Creek Below the Dam

Another thing that I had forgotten that I miss from Alabama is Spanish Moss (Tillandsia usneoides). This very common epiphytic plant throughout the Deep South does not grow in our part of Virginia at all.

Creek Below Dam with Spanish Moss

Annie Checking out a Pond in the Creek

Chewacla Creek

We have yet to see any wildflowers in bloom in Virginia yet, so it was fun to see things starting to pop in Alabama.

Red Buckeye (Aesculus pavia)

Violet Wood Sorrel (Oxalis violacea)

Although we grow yuccas in our xeric garden at home, they are not common in our part of Virginia other than as a garden plant. Though they do grow in the wild nearly everywhere in Virginia, I don't think I have ever seen a group as large as this one.

Group of Yuccas (Yucca filamentosa)

Annie and I were captivated by the beautiful little bell flowers on the Common Silverbells (Halesia tetraptera) down by the creek. The iPhone couldn't decide what to focus on, but you get the idea. What a charming little shrub.

Common Silverbells (Halesia tetraptera)

Rue Anemone (Thalictrum thalictroides)

I had a Carolina jessamine (Gelsemium sempervirens) growing on the fence at the restaurant, but it just couldn't take our winters. How fun to see them growing naturally in the trees along the lake and to see the showers of golden flowers on the ground below. Kids, you know that these plants are really poisonous if ingested and can cause contact rashes in some people if handled. They don't bother me. Best not to handle them, even the blooms, as you see Annie doing below.

Carolina Jessamine (Gelsemium sempervirens)

Jessamine Bloom Up Close

Here's a cousin of our Golden Ragwort (Packera aurea) that I have never seen before. It is similar to Golden Ragwort in bloom and in location (with very wet feet on a creek bank), but it has cress-like leaves rather than heart-shaped leaves. This is Butterweed (Packera glabella).

Butterweed (Packera glabella)

The return visit to Chewacla State Park brought back a lot of memories of high school for me. Although it has been vastly modernized and a lot of new trails have been developed, it still is the place where we would swim in the creek after school, where we would sneak the occasional beer, where I competed in triathlons, and where we would mill about on the rocks, what the kids today call "hanging." As a kid, I was in the Boy Scouts and was head (Senior Patrol Leader) of Troop 30 in Auburn and we often did service projects out in the park building trails and repairing bridges over creeks. It was kind of fun to see a visual reminder of our labors as Ann and I walked by the head of the Troop 30 Trail on our way back to the car (though somebody clearly got confused with nearby Troup County GA).

I Helped Build Parts of This Trail

After our walk, we grabbed quick showers and then headed into town to find some lunch before meeting Dad at the softball park for the 3:30 game in which the #2-ranked Lady Tigers would thrash yet another team. We watched them put up 15 runs in the first two innings Thursday night against Liberty University. Before the game, they had a big ceremony to honor my mom, with her picture on the scoreboard and my entire family on the field with all the players to watch my dad throw out the first pitch. It was a very touching ceremony in which all of the coaches and players gave my father big hugs. On Saturday, Auburn would put up 7 runs in the first against Charleston College before putting in all their substitutes who would put up another 7 runs before the game was called on runs in the 5th.

Before the game, we ended up at a place called BurgerFi, where the old Heart of Auburn Motel used to be, for post-hike burgers and beers. Annie got fooled into thinking from their web site that it was more of a beer place than it is, when it is merely a Five Guys clone with a few beers and not craft beers either. She ended up with a Blue Moon or some such and I had a Hopscape from Sam Adams, a not terrible offering from this mass producer. The onion rings were really good and the burgers were a bit better than Five Guys.

BurgerFi Burger, Fries, and Onion Rings