It’s becoming a routine Friday question for both me and JG – “Where are you hiking this weekend?” Because of the rain in the forecast, we had not planned to hike at all. But Saturday morning the sun came up, the rain forecast was moved to late afternoon, so what else could we do?
We agreed that checking out a new section of the AT (Appalachian Trail) might be a good idea. So we drove to Pearisburg, parked the car and entered the woods. Right away we discovered the George Pearis Cemetery.
According to the Daughters of the American Revolution:
“George Pearis in 1779 resided and was in command of the Pearis Fort on the New River, providing refuge for settlers from hostile Indian attacks. Captain Pearis joined Major Joseph Cloyd in suppressing Tory uprisings in 1780 at Shallow Ford along the Yadkin River in North Carolina. The cemetery is the resting place of Capt. George Pearis the namesake of the town.”
I’m not usually taken with cemeteries, but this one was fascinating.
Along with the Revolutionary War graves, there are also 4 Confederate soldiers buried here. The cemetery was within the first 10th of a mile into the hike and we decided if we were going to get in a good walk before the rain, we needed to move on. But first, I needed to get a shot of this tree.
I thought it gave the cemetery a rather spooky feel as it seemed to be keeping watch over the graves.
Shortly after returning to the AT, you must cross the New River on US 460 before coming to an underpass that takes you to the other side of the road.
The next entry to the woods begins here.
After the short rise from the road, the trail became a very easy walk for a couple of miles before descending into a creek bed. It’s probably the last weekend for the fall colors, and many trees are already bare, but we did manage to capture some of what is left.
As we got back to the bridge, the clouds were really rolling in and there were a few sprinkles in the air.
Good sense would say it was time to call it a day, but JG had other plans. We had about a .5 mile connector road from where we were to the entrance to Angel’s Rest and he does not like to leave that kind of a gap. So, with a little convincing, he persuaded me to soldier on. Of course after all the easy hiking, that last mile turned out to be quite a challenge, albeit beautiful.
Returning to the car required rain jackets, but we did not get too wet and we were happy to be back home when the rain really let loose.
A year ago my hiking was limited by damaged body parts. What a difference a year make, and how happy am I that I’m back out in the woods where I belong.