THE WOODS

 

 

2009 has been a puzzling year for fall foliage.  The color peaked early at the highest elevations.  On October 18th, I joined a group hike to Cedar Rock from the Pisgah Fish Hatchery.  The elevations there are moderate, and I thought it would be the ideal location for fall color.  However, what we found was a lot of colorful leaves on the ground, and plenty of green leaves still on the trees.  So, by the next weekend, I figured another hike at a moderate elevation was in order.

 

Years earlier, I’d hiked to a cliff on Woods Mountain in early November.  The cliff provides a great view out over the Armstrong Creek Valley.  That year, we were a little late.  When we arrived, we found ourselves looking down on bare hardwoods.  This year we’d be earlier though.  I figured it would be the perfect spot for the best fall foliage.

 

Woods Mountain is a fairly easy hike from Buck Creek Gap, where highway 80 meets the Blue Ridge Parkway north of Marion.  The Mountains-to-Sea Trail follows a long ridge all the way from the gap to the modest summit, where a fire tower used to stand.  There is no view from the wooded summit now though.  In fact, the best scenery is found in the first couple of miles, from cliffs along the narrow ridge.  Just hiking from Buck Creek Gap to the cliffs would be entirely too short and easy to justify the drive from Charlotte to the trailhead.  So, as is often the case with our hikes, I came up with a harder route.

 

Last winter, I had attempted to hike to Woods Mountain from the Armstrong Creek Fish Hatchery.  Our group made it all of 200 yards before reaching the first creek crossing.  The water had been up, and nobody was interested in wading on a 20-degree day.  We opted for a backup plan that day, and I decided to save the hike for warmer weather.

 

Last weekend offered the ideal opportunity to do the hike.  Wading wouldn’t be bad with temperatures in the 50’s.  Initially, I thought I might have to do the hike solo.  However, Bob decided to join me, and Dave signed on at the last minute as well.  Joel accompanied Bob, and Dave and I brought our dogs, Sasha and Boone.

 

The Armstrong Creek Trail is not particularly well-known.  Allen DeHart’s guide gives it a brief mention in his description of the Woods Mountain Trail (now part of the MST).  In my book (the second edition), he describes it as “steep and primitive but passable”.  In Bob’s book (the third edition), the wording changes slightly to, “steep, primitive, and may be passable”.  At first glance, the descriptions sound similar, but the difference in wording is significant.  We didn’t know what we would get ourselves into with this hike.  Of course, that’s often true.  Many of the trails we attempt can best be described as “may be passable”.  Or not.

 

The drive to the trailhead below Little Switzerland was uneventful.  We drove up Armstrong Creek Road, passing two fish hatcheries before reaching a turnaround at a gate.  We parked there and organized our gear.  At this point, I boldly attempted to saddle Boone with his “new” doggie backpack.  Well, the pack isn’t really new – it’s a hand-me-down from Saucony, but it’s new to him.  Of course, he didn’t want anything to do with it.  He was entirely too excited to sit still long enough for me to get it buckled on him.  I chased him around briefly before giving up.  He was too busy chasing Sasha around for me to catch up.  Instead, I started up the trail, with my hiking stick in one hand and his pack in the other.  This isn’t what I’d had in mind, but I figured I’d get it on him after he tired himself out.

 

The water level at the first crossing of Armstrong Creek was a little lower than it had been the previous winter.  The water was still up though, thanks to heavy rains over the past two days.  However, it was just low enough that rock hopping was marginally feasible.  Unfortunately, I’d brought my low cut hiking boots.  I could’ve kicked myself, as a couple of additional inches of leather would’ve been handy.  Dave had a similar problem, as his boots weren’t waterproof at all.  Bob and Joel were more prepared, as they each sported gaiters over full boots.

 

We followed an old road upstream.  We crossed the creek 7 more times, and most of the crossings required some tricky rock hopping.  Despite this, we all made it through more or less unscathed, although Dave and I both got a little damp.  This part of the hike was relatively uneventful, aside from the stream crossings.  The creek was pleasant, if not particularly spectacular.  One highlight was an old settlement, evidenced by the remains of a stone chimney.  The best part of this stretch of trail though was probably the peaceful solitude.  The Armstrong Creek Trail is not heavily traveled, and the only sounds were the babbling creek and the wind whipping through the trees.

 

After the final creek crossing, the trail abruptly began to climb.  At this point, I spoke with Joel, and gave him directions for the remainder of the hike.  Joel tends to hike slowly, particularly uphill.  Typically with out and back hikes, Joel goes as far as he can, and turns around when we meet him on our way back down.  I figured that would be the case today, but gave him directions to the cliffs in case he made good time.

 

We quickly left Joel behind as we climbed steeply along the now-dwindling creek.  The path was a little hard to follow at times, thanks to the occasional fallen tree as well as the many leaves littering the trail.  Despite this, the route was generally obvious – uphill, along the creek.  At times, there were even old yellow blazes marking the path.  After a fair climb, we turned away from the stream, and began climbing switchbacks.  This stretch of trail is actually rather well-built, although the footing is marginal in places.  After a few switchbacks, we began to glimpse our first views through the trees.  We couldn’t see much, but we could definitely tell that we’d found the right place for fall foliage.  Golden leaves shimmered above us as we climbed towards the top of the ridge.

 

We reached a junction with the Mountains-to-Sea Trail on the narrow west ridge of Woods Mountain.  The junction is easy to spot, as there are cables supporting an old powerline (now leading nowhere) right at the fork.  We regrouped there briefly, before heading east towards Woods Mountain.  After only a short distance, we were rewarded with our first views of Buck Creek Gap and the Black Mountains beyond.  Green Knob, The Pinnacle, Clingmans Peak, Mount Mitchell, and Celo Knob were all visible from here.  There wasn’t much color in that direction, but the best views were still ahead.  A few minutes later, we reached a faint but obvious side path leading off to the left.  We took this trail, which brought us out to a dramatic cliff towering above the Armstrong Creek Valley.  From here we were treated to a colorful view of the gold and brownish-red of the oaks and hickories below.  Beyond, we could see all the way to Grandfather Mountain, Sugar Mountain, Beech Mountain, and the Roan Highlands.  Farther east, Table Rock and Hawksbill towered over Linville Gorge. 

 

We had a long, enjoyable lunch break there in the sun.  10 minutes later, we were stunned by Joel’s arrival!  None of us expected to see him so soon.  We were all so impressed, we gave him a round of applause.  He definitely seems to be in better shape, and I was glad he was able to finish the hike.

 

We lounged around for awhile before heading back down.  We gave Joel a head start, before following after him.  We set a gentle pace on the way back, as it was still reasonably early, and we only had to cover about 3 miles.  Part of the way down, I paused to take in my surroundings.  What I saw was stunning.  We were standing in a rather ordinary second-growth oak / hickory forest.  The trees weren’t particularly tall or stout.  Yet, the way the sunlight was filtering through all of those golden leaves was magical.  It was one of those rare moments that compel me to return to the wilderness.  I could probably return to that same spot a hundred times, and not repeat the experience.  That’s ok though, because those rare moments make it all worthwhile.

 

The rest of the hike was rather ordinary.  We completed the descent, and then splashed through the creek 8 more times on the way out.  Everyone got wet boots on the way back, with the exception of Joel, who was waiting for us at the cars.  I guess we’re going to have to stop giving him 30 minute head-starts for the hike back!

 

Boone and Sasha seemed to have a great time on the hike.  They spent most of it chasing each other around.  That night though, we discovered another of Boone’s unusual quirks.  Christy burned something in the oven, and turned on the fan over the stove.  Initially, Boone refused to approach the kitchen, even when we filled his food dish.  When we started encouraging him to eat, he panicked and promptly jumped through one of the living room windows.  Fortunately the window was open, but he didn’t do much for the screen.  After Christy and I recovered from our hysterics, I went out on the back porch to check on him.  He was standing on top of the picnic table, shaking in fear.  Now, Saucony was terrified of the lawn mower, the vacuum cleaner, and even my hair dryer.  But the kitchen fan?  We turned it off, and he promptly came inside and ate his food.  Now we know how to torment him when he misbehaves.  The next time he eats a wireless router (yes, that happened), we’ll close all the doors and windows and turn on the fan!




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