Tuesday, April 11, 2017

C & O Canal Towpath/Paw Paw Tunnel

Warning: this is a really long post. I just don't come across days where the opportunity to photograph wildflowers is as good as it was this past weekend. You have been warned.

Ann is kind of banged up these days with a couple different injuries to her feet. This hiking thing is tough on us old folks. To let her feet rest a bit, for our tenth hike of our 52-Hike Challenge we needed a more or less flat hike and so I started thinking mid-last week where we could go that was both interesting and flat. When I think of flat, the C&O Canal always comes to mind. But the canal and solitude don't always go together. I've walked a lot of the canal from Harper's Ferry to Washington DC and in many spots, it is super-crowded on the weekends.

To avoid the crowds, I started by googling "most remote parts" of the canal and quickly found a bunch of references to the area around the Paw Paw Tunnel. The tunnel was built over many years from 1836 to about 1850, nearly bankrupting the canal company, as a bypass for what are known as the Paw Paw bends in the Potomac. It was and remains a spectacular feat of engineering and is a great reminder of the early history of our country.

We made the quick drive from Winchester north up US 522 cutting northwest over through Bloomery to Paw Paw WV. Crossing the Potomac, which at this point runs almost due north, we found ourselves in Allegany County MD where we parked at the Paw Paw Tunnel campground. Although the postal address for this area is Oldtown MD some 12 miles distant, it is a stone's throw from Paw Paw WV.

Boy Scouts were packing up their camping gear as we arrived at 9:30 in the morning on what would prove to be one of the very nicest days imaginable with cool morning temps morphing into a 75-degree day under brilliant cloudless blue skies. There were already a lot of cars in the parking lot, but as I surmised, they were all there to visit the tunnel, turn around, and go on their way, whereas we planned to walk, hopefully in solitude, first over the tunnel on the hill trail and about five miles down the tow path before returning to the car via the tunnel.

Annie Signs "Hike Number 10"
From the parking lot, we turned right (north) and walked along the canal, downstream, with the Potomac river about 100 yards on our right. It's about a half a mile to the tunnel entrance from the parking lot and we covered that quickly because when we started walking, it was about 50 degrees and we were wearing shorts for the first time this spring. It was really nice to don the trail runners and leave the Oboz boots at home along with the trekking poles. We found that the day quickly warmed up as the sun got above the hills.

Tiny Squirrel Drinking From the Canal

Looking Through the Tunnel
The tunnel is 6/10s of a mile long and you can see straight through to the other side. As we approached the entrance, it started to become apparent just how much stone had to be moved to punch this hole through the mountain. You can see in the photo below, using me for scale, just how big the cut is, despite the fact that the camera flattens out the perspective.

Photographing the Southern Entrance
We opted to climb the Tunnel Hill Trail up and over Sorrel Ridge, saving the tunnel for the return trip. I'm glad we did. The morning light on the eastern side of the hill was spectacular for photography and in the afternoon when we returned, the cool tunnel was a welcome respite from the heat of the day. On the far side of the trail where it rejoined the tow path, the sign said that it was a strenuous climb up and over. We laughed at that, finding it a beautiful and easy walk.

Moreover, all the tourists stayed below and had a gander at the tunnel, leaving us to negotiate the trail by ourselves. We would see a handful of people when we returned to the tow path on the far side of the tunnel, but those folks were all destined to turn back around and return to their cars, leaving us with another three miles of quiet trail, punctuated every 45 minutes by a passing bicyclist.

Wild Pink, Silene caroliniana, Above Tunnel Entrance

Tunnel Hill Trail Looking South, Upstream

Neat Blazes, Most Have Been Disappeared
As we climbed the trail to the ridgeline, we got some pretty nice views of the Potomac and West Virginia. The hillsides were blazing with both redbuds and cherries, while none of the deciduous trees had any leaves yet, giving us really great vistas.

Busted!
North Upstream, WV on Right Bank

Redbuds, Cercis canadensis, Were Phenomenal

Ditto the Cherry Blossoms
Starting up the hillside over the tunnel, the margins of the trails were littered with spectacular wildflowers taking advantage of the sunlight before the hardwoods leaf out in a couple of weeks.

Eastern Shooting Star, Dodecatheon meadia

Dutchman's Breeches, Dicentra cucullaria

One of the Railroad Trestles in the Bends
I have heretofore only seen a few Birdfoot Violets here and there as individual specimens, but up on the Tunnel Hill Trail, once we had climbed sufficiently high, we found huge clusters of the strikingly beautiful plants. Here and there among the clusters were other violets such as Cream Violets, but no Canada Violets yet.

Birdfoot Violet, Viola pedata

Cream Violet, Viola striata
I still encounter plants from time to time that I don't know or that I've never taken the time to identify. Such is the case with the Cut-leaved Toothworts which were literally everywhere up in the woods along the hill trail, blooming in every shade from stark white to blushing pink.

Cut-leaved Toothwort, Cardamine concatenata
We started seeing patches of Spring Beauty (Can you think of a more fitting name for this plant?) up on the hill and when we finally returned to the tow path below, there were stretches of the margins of the path that were carpeted in these gorgeous white to pink flowers.

Spring Beauty, Claytonia virginica
Up on top of Sorrel Ridge, the trail quickly descended the north side of the hill and the wildflowers became noticeably fewer on the cold side of the hill. We descended from oak forest down much lower onto hillsides covered in pines. The rock changed from shale here to sandstone and we walked through huge patches of yellow-green lichen on our way down to the canal.

Descending to the Canal on the Hill Trail
Coming off Sorrel Ridge, we emerged on the canal running right through the middle of a giant cut through the rock. We followed the tow path north downstream for another four miles past a series of defunct locks.

Water Spilling into Lock 66

Lock 64 2/3

One of Several Well Pumps in the Park

White-breasted Nuthatch, Sitta carolinensis

Posing on Lock Ruins
Back down on the tow path, we started seeing some wildflowers in vast patches. Where we saw a few individual Early Saxifrage plants up on the Tunnel Trail, the rocks along the canal were covered with vast mats of these beautiful white flowers. Coming through the woods, we saw a few specimen Dutchmen's Breeches, whereas along the tow path there were stretches of 20 and 30 yards where the entire side of the path was covered in little white breeches.

Early Saxifrage, Micranthes virginiensis, on Lock Wall

Crazy Daffodil (Narcissus spp.) Along a Creek

Wild Blue Phlox, Phlox divaricata, Uncommon in This Location
As we drove from Winchester to the park, we crossed the Cacapon River on a little backroad just outside of Bloomery WV. I pointed out patches of Virginia Bluebells blooming alongside the road to Ann. I was disappointed that for the first 2.5 miles of our hike, we saw no bluebells alongside the tow path, but then the further we walked downstream, the more we started seeing a few individual plants, followed by small patches, followed by vast patches, all in full bloom. They are one of my favorite harbingers of springs. What a bonus to catch a swallowtail feeding on one patch of them!

Virginia Bluebells, Mertensia virginica/Eastern Tiger Swallowtail, Papilio glaucus
This time of year and even earlier, the roadsides are carpeted with the sunny blossoms of Winter Cress. It is so common that I rarely stop to photograph it, but this particular plant was calling to me. You can see exactly how much the bloom looks like other Brassicas such as broccoli and yu choy. In an amusing coincidence, we had some guests at the restaurant for a tasting on Saturday night and they showed me a picture of a road median carpeted in cress and asked if I could identify it. No problem.

Winter Cress, Barbarea verna

Wood Vetch, Vicia sylvatica
Sycamores, Platanus occidentalis, are one of Ann's favorite trees, though she seems to have a mental block in recalling their name. Their white, peeling bark is quite a sight especially in winter when the trees have no leaves. They love wet feet and so if you are looking for water, find the nearest sycamore and you will no doubt find running water. I love the contrast of the white tree branches against the clear blue sky.

Contrast of Sycamore and Blue Sky
The turtles amused us greatly. We didn't see many in the early morning, but as the sun got up, they started hauling themselves out onto logs en masse to sun themselves. Unlike along more frequently trafficked parts of the canal, here in the wilder parts, the turtles are very skittish. 75 yards in the distance, I would see 40 to 50 piled up on a log, but as we would get just a little closer, poof! They all dove for the water at once.

Thousands of Turtles in the Canal

Yellow Violet, Viola pubescens
Canal side, there were several areas covered in Virginia Bluebells with bright golden stands of Golden Ragwort coming up through them. It's hard to imagine a prettier contrast of blue and gold.

Golden Ragwort, Packera aurea

Star Chickweed, Stellaria pubera
You probably recognize, if you garden at all, this little groundcover/weed that wants to take over your flower beds at home. Although it is a pain in the rear in the garden, this Bird's-eye Speedwell sure has beautiful, if tiny, blue blossoms.

Bird's-eye Speedwell, Veronica persica
Garlic Mustard is another common weed and one that is an invasive non-native. But it is ubiquitous and it is edible, if you ever find yourself looking for some garlicky greens. The four-petaled cruciate blossoms clearly mark it as a member of the Brassica family, along with desirable edibles such as arugula and broccoli. There is something about the radial symmetry of the leaves in this photo that is very attractive to me.

Garlic Mustard, Alliaria petiolata
Frankly, I was expecting more bird life along the canal than we saw. We were serenaded by the usual cast of characters: chickadees, nuthatches, wrens, three species of woodpeckers, crows, and cardinals. We heard one Bald Eagle that turned out to be a Blue Jay doing a spot-on imitation. As usual along the tow path, we heard dozens of Indigo Buntings, but could never get one to come down out of the tree tops where we could see it. Warblers were scarce, not abundant like they will be in just a few weeks. I did hear several Northern Waterthrushes and with enough perserverance (and getting myself a long way behind Ann) I finally snapped a few frames of one, the best of which (crappy though it is) is below. I love this little bird that reminds me a bit of the Dippers out west with all their bobbing and weaving. The pinkish legs are unusual too.

Northern Waterthrush, Parkesia noveboracensis
Years ago when I was a lot more serious about birding than I am now, I could have told you instantly that the ducks we saw briefly along the canal and drifting on the swift river current were Common Mergansers. The black and white bodies of the males are quite diagnostic, yet they were far enough away that I couldn't say what they were until I could see the pictures full frame in Photoshop. Aside from hearing a few Canada Geese, we saw no other waterfowl or waders, most disappointing.

Common Merganser, Mergus merganser
We stopped for lunch at the five-mile mark, conveniently in the shade of a railroad trestle crossing both the Potomac and the canal. Sitting in the shade was a welcome respite from walking in the warm sun, which was now directly overhead and starting to beat down on us, easily the warmest day we have had since October. We're not quite ready for the heat yet.

I packed us small containers of farro salad, grilled pork tenderloin, and tzatziki. It always amazes me how stellar food tastes after you have been walking for several hours. It seems like whatever you are eating under those circumstances might possibly be the best thing you have ever eaten!

Our Lunch Spot in the Shade of the Trestle
We were constantly remarking on what a difficult task it must have been to cut the canal through rock and we kept coming upon spots like that in the picture below that were phenomenally beautiful. The photo cannot do this hillside justice. Besides losing the perspective of how high the hill actually is, the photo does not record the amazing texture of the cedars growing on and along these canted layers of stone, nor of how incredibly difficult it must have been to blast and remove the stone where the canal now runs.

Cedars on the Rocks are Beautiful
On our way back with the sun directly overhead, some of the flowers that were not fully open on the outward leg of our hike opened more fully, such as the Bloodroot and the Trout Lily below.

Bloodroot, Sanguinaria canadensis

Trout Lily, Erythronium americanum
Retracing our steps for about four miles, we came to where we joined the tow path from the Tunnel Hill Trail. Rather than climbing back up the hill, we kept going on the tow path in the direction of the mouth of the tunnel. At this point, we were in the heart of the gigantic cleft that had been blasted into the rock and water was spilling off the cliffsides into the canal all along.

The photo below shows a creek cascading over the side of the cut onto the tow path. The water trickling down the moss was just fanastic. I would have enjoyed it more if I had on some waterproof boots instead of my trail runners. It was impossible to traverse a section of the path here without stepping into some serious mud. Mud. That's something new on a hike. Not!

Creek Cascading over Rock and Moss

Looking Back up the Cut

One of Many Waterfalls
It was getting hot in the blazing sun down in the breezeless rock canyon through which the canal passes despite the mist from several waterfalls. We reached the shade of the tunnel none too soon for a well-earned vacation from the sun.

Brick-Lined Tunnel
Ann and I both donned our headlamps and headed into the darkness. Although you could make the trip without a light, you should not. The trail is rough in places and full of holes that collect water from the incessantly dripping walls of the tunnel. And there is a place where a small creek several inches deep runs along the path for a few feet. It is much darker than this highly overexposed picture would lead you to believe.

A Survey Marker Inside the Tunnel

The End

Tuesday, April 4, 2017

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.

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