UNDER THE BRIDGE

 

 

Last weekend, another winter storm brought snow to our mountains and foothills.  The storm was a disappointment in Charlotte though, as we had to settle for a little snow and a couple inches of ice.  By Sunday I was itching to get up to the mountains to see some real snow, but the roads were in lousy shape.  Luckily, I didn’t have to work Monday, and Christy got out of school thanks to lingering ice.  We decided to head up to the Blue Ridge Parkway near Linville for some play time.

 

We left later than normal, as we wanted temperatures to warm a bit before we hit the road.  The drive was smooth, even though the Hickory and Morganton areas had quite a bit of snow.  We didn’t have any trouble getting up the mountain.  From the town of Linville, we drove up past the entrance to Grandfather Mountain to the Parkway.  Just beyond the Parkway, I found a side road with a snow-free shoulder.  We parked there at 11:30 and planned our hike.

 

My intention was to hike a section of the Tanawha Trail / Mountains to Sea Trail, which runs roughly parallel to the Parkway along the south side of Grandfather Mountain.  We’d hike the trail until we’d had enough, and then return on the Parkway.  The Parkway was snow-covered and gated, so we didn’t have to worry about traffic.

 

I experienced some initial confusion about the location of the Tanawha Trail.  I thought we could access it from the Parkway, so we walked up the exit ramp, passing a small frozen waterfall along the way.  At the top of the ramp, we should’ve turned right towards the Beacon Heights overlook.  Instead, we went the other way.  We started down the road, following alongside a well-worn track created by cross country skiers the previous day.  It was a surprisingly pleasant, sunny day.  Temperatures were only in the 30’s, but between the sun and the calm wind it seemed much warmer.

 

Early on we passed two cross country skiers with a pair of dogs.  Boone had a festive time playing with them, and by the time we parted ways, he was already exhausted.

 

We walked the Parkway to the turn off to the Linn Cove Viaduct Visitors Center.  I knew we could access the Tanawha Trail from there, so we followed this road, which had not been traveled.  The snow was fairly deep, and we both had snow in our boots by the time we reached the visitor center.

 

We found a bench in the sun outside the visitor center and had our soup and sandwiches.  After a quick lunch, we crossed the parking lot and picked up the Tanawha Trail heading towards the viaduct.  We were barely out of the parking lot when we encountered the first of the fallen trees.  This would’ve been an excellent time to turn around and retreat to the road.  For some reason though, I plowed ahead, clambering over trees and through virgin snow.

 

The trail was generally passable, but our progress was slow.  Finally, the Linn Cove Viaduct loomed above us.  We gazed up at it as it arced gracefully across the deep blue sky.  As I was looking at the bridge, I noticed some unusual icicles hanging from it.  Every ten feet or so there is a drain at the edge of the bridge.  Each drain had a long, skinny icicle hanging from it. 

 

We hiked under the bridge and then followed the trail up onto the mountainside above it.  As we hiked, the trail conditions got worse.  The fallen trees persisted, and the snow grew deeper in the shade under the high cliffs and rhododendrons.  The soft powder had an annoying habit of hiding large rocks, and the holes between them.  At one point, Christy got her foot jammed under one of them.  After that, we moved very cautiously, probing ahead of us with our sticks.  On a couple of occasions we lost the trail altogether.  The obvious route was obscured by the many fallen trees, and the white blazes weren’t very helpful.

 

Finally we reached a section where the trail was covered in fallen trees for about 50’.  At this point, we were both of the opinion that this was beginning to suck.  Unfortunately, neither of us wanted to go back through what we’d already traversed.  We made it through that stretch, and after a bit of easy hiking, we were confronted with another mess.  At this point, the Parkway was only about 50 yards downhill.  Unfortunately, the vegetation there is thick!  After a brief debate, we decided to go for it.  We figured it wouldn’t be any worse than continuing on or backtracking.

 

We followed a narrow, boulder-choked gully which was slightly less overgrown than the rest of the hillside.  This was a good choice, except that the footing was tricky because of the boulders hiding under the snow.  We moved cautiously, and it was a huge relief when we reached the road 10 minutes later.  At that point, it was still only early afternoon, and I wasn’t ready to head home.  We decided to extend the hike to Rough Ridge by following the Parkway.

 

After only a few minutes we heard a loud rumbling.  We corralled the dog just as a snowplow rounded the bend ahead of us.  I was baffled.  When did the Park Service start plowing the Parkway?  The plow rumbled by, before turning around at an overlook and coming back.  For the next hour or so, two different snowplows passed by multiple times.  We were forced to leash the dog, while we debated the Park Service’s motives.  Oddly, the plows weren’t even covering the entire stretch of road to highway 221.  They seemed to be content with only clearing part of the road.

 

Despite this nuisance, we pressed on, reaching the base of Rough Ridge around 3:30.  We had a short break there, before starting the walk back.  The return hike was a bit annoying, as walking on pavement isn’t as nice as soft snow.  The scenery made up for it though, as waves of mountains and valleys rolled away below us.  The real highlight though was the view of the twin peaks of Table Rock and Hawksbill looming over Linville Gorge.  Those mountains are lovely from any angle, but I particularly enjoy the view of them from Grandfather Mountain.

 

We walked back across the Viaduct, which is off-limits to pedestrians.  We felt like it was ok to ignore that regulation under the circumstances.  At the far end, the road was still snow-covered, and the walk back from there was more enjoyable.  Near the end of the hike, we passed more cross country skiers.  When we saw them, I couldn’t help but consider their plight if they had been where we were when the plows passed by.  It would’ve been a long walk back to the car in cross country skiing boots!

 

It looks like another winter storm is expected in the mountains this weekend.  We might make another attempt at a snow hike, assuming we can get out of our own driveway.  Hopefully this time we’ll pick a trail that isn’t covered in fallen trees!




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