Galax New River Trail Hike

Monday morning, we enjoyed a quick breakfast before driving to Galax and the New River Trail State Park trailhead. Although rain had been in the forecast, it had cleared by the time we started hiking. The trail began by crossing Chestnut Creek on two scenic bridges, then continued toward the Cliffview Access.

Along the way, we were surprised by a large snapping turtle parked right in the middle of the path.

A little farther on, about another mile, we passed Cliffview Campground, where the trail ran alongside some beautifully rocky sections of the creek.

Lots of wildflowers were blooming along the trail - Dames rocket is an invasive species, but very pretty flowers.

Roughly five miles in, we reached the highlight of the day: Chestnut Creek Falls.

The views from the bridge and picnic area were excellent, and we found a scramble path down to the base.

The rocks were quite slippery, so we took it slow and enjoyed the scene from a safe spot.

After a short break, we continued on and spotted another snapping turtle on the bridge over Chestnut Creek.

We hiked about another mile, passing another trailhead and an old railroad turntable before deciding to turn around.

On the way back, we spotted a cute little rat snake sunning itself along the trail.

We returned to the car feeling refreshed and began the drive home.

SW Virginia Appalachian Trail Hike

Sunday morning, we had breakfast before driving to the Appalachian Trail parking area just north of I-81. From there, we headed southbound on the trail, making a quick detour to Davis Cemetery along the way.

Lots of wildflower were blooming along here.

The trail crossed a creek lined with blooming wildflowers before passing beneath the interstate and continuing beside a nearby gas station.

We also spotted several false chanterelle mushrooms emerging along the trail.

Some sections were muddy and overgrown, but the route eventually opened up to a scenic stretch with expansive views.

There was alternating sunny and foggy sections.

After about three miles, we passed the Southwest Virginia Settlers Museum.

A couple miles past here was Chatfield Memorial Shelter.

The trail got a little steeper and rockier at this point.

We went about another mile before reaching the View of Walker Mountain.

The rhododendrons were in full bloom throughout this section, adding plenty of color to the hike.

The overlook provided a beautiful view and made the perfect turnaround point.

The sun started poking out on the hike back.

After the hike, we stopped for lunch at Seven Sisters Brewing before heading to Crystal Springs Recreation Area for one final walk.

Starting on the main trail, we followed Shortcut Trail up to Border Trail, where blooming mountain laurel lined the route.

Turning left, we made our way back via Crystal Springs Loop Trail, completing a pleasant circuit back to the parking area.

With the day's adventures finished, we returned to the hotel to pack up and prepare for the trip home.

Mount Rogers Loop Hike

Saturday, I took Amaroq to the Virginia mountains for the long weekend. Our first destination was the Mount Rogers Trailhead along VA-603 in the Mount Rogers National Recreation Area. We set out in a light rain, following the Mount Rogers Trail into the Lewis Fork Wilderness. The route was steadily uphill, but the grade was gradual and never particularly steep.

After about two miles, we passed the Lewis Fork Spur Trail, and roughly two miles later reached the junction with the Appalachian Trail.

We followed the AT for another two miles before turning onto the Mount Rogers Spur Trail for the final climb to the summit.

The hike through the enchanted forest was especially beautiful in the fog and drizzle. Fraser fir saplings were sprouting from decaying logs across the forest floor, creating scenes that reminded me of the Olympic Peninsula.

Reaching the summit was somewhat anticlimactic, as Mount Rogers is completely forested and offers no views from the top.

Even if there had been overlooks, the rain and low clouds would have obscured them. We stopped for a short lunch break before beginning our descent. On the way down, we turned onto the Appalachian Trail and followed it to Rhododendron Gap.

The rhododendrons were just beginning to bloom, although the fog prevented any distant views.

From there, we took the Pine Mountain Trail for about a mile before connecting with the Lewis Fork Trail. Most of the normally scenic vistas along this section were hidden behind the clouds. Near the trail junction, we came across a group of wild ponies grazing in the meadow, which immediately caught Amaroq's attention.

We then turned onto the Lewis Fork Trail and continued our descent.

The downhill grade was gentle, and the trail was lined with an abundance of wildflowers.

In places, the vegetation had grown thick enough to encroach on the trail, and we ended up getting wetter from brushing against the foliage than from the rain itself. About halfway down, we took the spur trail back to the Mount Rogers Trail and returned to the trailhead. 

From there, we drove into Marion for dinner and a couple of beers at 36 Fifty Brewing. Amaroq was a hit at the brewery, making friends with both the people and the other dogs. He received plenty of treats and even more attention. Afterward, we headed to Wytheville and checked in for the evening.

Occoneechee Panhandle Hike

On Sunday, we stirred before dawn, broke camp in the half-light, and slipped into the Tupelo Birding Trailhead just beyond the campground gate in Occoneechee State Park.

The path ducked past the splash of the spray park, crossed Panhandle Road, and spilled onto the park’s main artery. A quick hop across carried us to the Mossy Creek Nature Trail, where a clear tributary tumbled over velvet-green rocks.

From there, Warrior’s Path Nature Trail guided us down to the boat-ramp lot.

Mossy Creek surrendered to the Old Plantation Trail beside a lone brick chimney—the last sentinel of the Occoneechee Plantation.

The loop circled the vanished estate passing an old cemetery.

Only terraced gardens remain, stepping down the hillside like green staircases, each level littered with knobby Osage oranges glowing chartreuse against the leaves.

We closed the circle on the Big Oak Nature Trail and rolled back to the car, stomachs growling.

A short drive into town yielded hot coffee and biscuits, then we returned to the Panhandle Trailhead for the park’s grand finale. Seven miles long, the Panhandle Trail shadows the paved road to the equestrian campground, then slips behind a gate onto a forgotten lane that ribbons down a narrow peninsula.

Open meadows flashed by, but mostly we walked beneath a tunnel of hickory and oak, the fallen leaves a rust-red carpet underfoot. No grand overlook waited at the tip - only a quiet cove.

We picked our way down the bank, boots sliding on pine needles, until Buggs Island Lake opened wide and blue before us. A heron lifted off the water, slow wings beating the morning still. We turned, seven miles back the way we came, legs warm, the peninsula now ours alone.

Munford Trail Hike

On Saturday, I loaded Amaroq into the car and pointed north toward Virginia for a weekend of hiking and camping. Our first stop was Greenwood Wildlife Management Area on Kerr Lake.

We picked up the Robert Munford Trail and followed gravel roads for the opening mile until a right turn aimed us at the old Munford Cemetery tucked in the pines.

Past here, the path shrank to singletrack - faint, rooty, and half-swallowed by leaves. It spat us out beside a weathered cabin, then hugged the lakeshore, trading forest shade for sudden flashes of water.

We ducked under powerlines a few times before the trail spilled onto Eagle Point, seven honest miles behind us.

Rather than retrace every step, we cut back on the cemetery loop, boots lighter with the lake still glittering in our eyes. 

At the trailhead I jogged down to the water’s edge for a couple last shots.

From here, we rolled into Clarksville. Lunch was burgers and cold pints on the dog-friendly patio at Buggs Island Brewing - lake breeze, bridge views, tail wags all around. By early afternoon we reached Occoneechee State Park and claimed a campsite under the oaks. With daylight to burn, we parked at the Beaver Pond Trail and set off.

A hundred yards in, a clearing full of turkey vultures stared down like silent gargoyles.

The path looped another mile through hardwoods, breaking open twice for postcard views of the lake shimmering below.

Back at camp we stacked firewood, struck a match, and let the flames push the chill away as the sun slipped behind the trees and the stars took over the sky.