From Washington DC it was back into the woods for Ryan and
me. Luckily Shenandoah National Park is an easy two hour drive from the city
with plenty of eye popping views to get us back in the mood.
Shenandoah resulted from the desire to preserve at least one
of the tree dense ridgelines of the Blue Ridge Mountains for a scenic drive,
and with the help of the CCC, the Skyline Drive and national park was born. The
northern part of the drive is also the narrowest part of the park, so views to
the east and west overlooked fertile farmland and thriving communities in
picturesque valleys. Not a bad place to settle, and undoubtedly many of the
families there have tilled the land for generations.
Ryan and I did a short hike to see more of the views before
heading to our first campsite of the two nights we had in the park, but
unfortunately as I was fighting a cold, we couldn’t do more than a few miles.
The next day however, I felt up to a longer hike and so we
headed down the ridgeline alongside a pretty creek to a scenic waterfall.
Leaves carpeted the floor and the air was crisp and cool, suddenly it felt more
like fall than ever before.
The rain that started down softly as we made the ascent back
up to the trailhead hindered us from hiking a second hike, but made stopping
for a quick load of laundry at the campground more attractive to avoid what was
becoming a deluge. Fortunately it let up in time for us to set up camp and cook
dinner, though the temperature stayed (probably) in the upper 40s.
Our campground was on the side of Loft Mountain, alluding to
a lofty elevation as far as this part of the country is concerned, and the rain
cloud that had doused us sat snugly over the mountain like a cap. Our campsite
felt a bit eery as the fog turned the trees into grey shadows around our tent,
and our headlamps’ beams could be seen like a lighthouse’s warning. A deer
walked by camp while we were cooking, adding to the overall other-worldly
effect.
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