What an exciting hike today! So many things happened, where to start. We got on the trail early, 9:00 a.m. (hey, that’s early for a Saturday). We were at Mill Creek Falls in the town of Narrows, VA, about 50 minutes from home.
Starting out, we were the only car in the parking lot and we did not meet another hiker until we were about half way down. I had tried this hike before, but it was after heavy rains and the creek crossings were such, that we turned around. Today, it was fairly easy taking the 3 creek crossings. However, this hike turned out to be a lot more than I bargained for – it was rocky, steep and at times narrow.
On the way up we ran into what we think was bear scat. Not being experts on scat, we could be wrong. And, since it didn’t look especially fresh (no steam rising) we were not too worried about it.
Just before we reached the top we heard voices coming toward us and looked up to see about 10 people riding horseback down the trail. We were both shocked, that was about the last thing we expected to see. I assume they went down a different trail than we had just come up, because some of those rocks were not easy to negotiate.
We made it to the top after a little over 2 hours and were delighted with the view of the town below.
We sat, enjoyed the view, and ate our sandwiches while resting our tired legs. We were right under a power line.
It was really nice to have the whole mountain top to ourselves.
Downhill is always a challenge for me, but we packed up and headed back down.
This doesn’t really capture how steep it was, but it does show the rocks which were loose and not just a little slippery.
As JG went off to check out a waterfall – I parked my hiking stick against a tree and got my water out for a much needed drink. You know how sometimes you see something out of the corner of your eye and you want to stop it but you know you can’t? Well, my stick had fallen and was starting to get away from me and all I could do was watch and scream “NOOOOOO!” But it was too late. Even though I could see where it landed, I knew I could not retrieve it without endangering myself. JG said “At least it was your stick and not you!” So I started thinking – at least it was my stick and not my cell, at least it was my stick and not my car keys, etc., you get the picture. Stick is gone, I was sad.
We continued on, and all of a sudden we heard dogs barking. About eight dogs came out of the woods and were going crazy. They were hunting dogs and had GPS trackers on, and were not at all interested in us. Then (not being a country gal) I started thinking they were out there to track some escaped convict or something!
We soon encountered some fellow hikers who explained that they were coon dogs in training. Whew!
Anyway, we continued down the rocky trail.
As we approached the parking lot, about 5 big trucks with kennels arrived, some were already filled with dogs. We talked with the owners and they told us that the dogs had just tracked a bear from the top of the mountain, half way down and had him treed. Wait, what?! We were just up there! The dogs were just training, so they planned to call the dogs in and let the bear go.
You never know what’s going to happen on just an ordinary hike.
As we packed up the car, we took a picture of where we had just been – Yes the highest peak in the background – what an incredible day!
P.S. that’s JG’s stick in the trunk – he has promised to buy me a new one tomorrow.
Thanks for reading!