On a sunny October 23, we left Waynesboro, VA and started down the Blue Ridge Parkway. In many places we felt like we were driving through a cathedral of trees, with sunlight glowing through the yellow and gold leaves. I don't think the photos really show the vibrancy of the colors in their full glory.
We stayed two nights at the Peaks of Otter campground at milepost 86. Eighty to ninety miles is about as far as we drove in one day on the parkway, as the narrow, curvy road with many up and down hill sections is far more demanding than our normal routes - throw in having to pass bicyclists on the blind curves and it gets really interesting. We were able to maintain the speed limit of 45 mph in most places, but many cars were going far faster than that.
When we arrived at Peaks of Otter on Sunday afternoon, the area was crowded with people enjoying the nice weather during the last weekend that the park was fully open. Our walk around the small lake was more like a stroll on a city street, there were so many people out. On Monday, the crowds were gone and we enjoyed two hikes:
In the morning we did the 2.2 mile loop to the Johnson Farm, a fairly typical example of an Appalachian family farm in the late 1800's and early 1900's. The same family owned the farm from its inception until the early 1940's, when it was gifted to the National Park Service. The staff were packing up the house for the winter, so we weren't able to tour the inside, but we were able to explore the outbuildings and have a picnic lunch on the grounds.
That afternoon we did a steep 1.6 mile hike to the Fallingwater Cascades - a very pretty series of cascades that were worth the walk down, but the climb back up was a challenge (at least for Barbara - Shelby wasn't fazed).
We traveled the 86 miles down to our next campground, Rocky Knob, on Tuesday. At first we weren't sure we would find a campsite we could fit into, as most of the sites are C-shaped arcs with too small a radius for our 37 feet to fit into. We did finally wedge into one of the longer sites, but it took some careful maneuvering. This area along the parkway also has some nice trails, but after doing the 1-mile "easy" picnic loop trail and a half mile "moderate" loop up to Rocky Knob, we decided that the park service definition of easy and moderate is not the same as ours!
Just south of Rocky Knob is the Mabry Mill, a combination gristmill and lumber mill that is reputed to be the most photographed site along the Parkway. The area around the mill is set up as a farm museum, with interesting demonstrations of antique equipment. We marveled at the ingenuity required to harness the water from two small creeks, funneling it through several hundred feet of sluices to operate the water wheel. After touring the mill, we stopped at Chateau Morrisette, a winery just off the Parkway, for a nice lunch followed by wine tasting.
With snow and sleet forecast for the Linville Gorge area of the Parkway, we decided to forego our planned drive between Fancy Gap and Asheville, and instead dropped down about 1000 feet to just south of Mt. Airy, NC, where we stayed one night each at two Harvest Hosts wineries. Since it was raining, we went wine tasting instead of hiking. We had a nice lunch at one of North Carolina's oldest wineries, and sampled the wines at several others in the area - the wine industry in North Carolina has expanded greatly in the 14 years since Barbara lived there, and the quality of the wines has definitely improved.
On Saturday, Oct 29 we went on to Asheville, NC, where we stayed at a small RV park perched on a ridge north of town, with a great view out over the French Broad River and the mountains beyond. The approach to the campground was a narrow, one lane gravel road with sharp turns - I'm not sure how motorhomes longer than ours can get up there, but there were a few in the park. The nights were very cold, but daytime temps were in the 50's.
On Sunday we drove about 40 miles of the Blue Ridge Parkway south of Asheville; the fall color was still good here, but the haze made photography a challenge. We had our lunch overlooking Looking Glass Mountain, which apparently gets covered with ice and shines like a mirror in the winter.
As we drove further south and up in altitude, we encountered a north-facing rock face covered with frozen seepage. The icicles and sheets of ice were falling off the warming rock and shattering on the road below - we were glad we were in the other lane. This picture was taken at about 1 PM - definitely cooler than we like to be!
On our last day in Asheville, we toured the Biltmore Estate - subject of the next post in this blog.