AT Days 100-103: Coyote Frenzy! / Blue Ridge Mountains

Continuing southbound in Virginia, I’d tackle rugged and picturesque terrain in the Blue Ridge Mountains.  But I never could have imagined the coyote conundrum I’d face on Day 103.  Here are the daily details:

Day 100 – Rockfish Gap to Reid’s Gap (19 miles) hitch to Devils Backbone brewery
Day 101 – Reid’s Gap to The Priest Shelter (16 miles)
Day 102 – The Priest Shelter to  Cow Camp Gap Shelter (17 miles)
Day 103 – Cow Camp Gap Shelter to Punchbowl Shelter (15 miles)

Getting soaked – yet again

As I dragged my pack out of the hostel shuttle at Rockfish Gap I had two thoughts:

  • It was Day 100 of my AT adventure!  A hundred days of hiking!  Unbelievable!
  • I’d be ending the day at Devil’s Backbone brewery, one of the “must visit” places on the AT.  Oh that “real food and beer” energy boost!

Unfortunately the weather wasn’t improving, with a humid high 80s day and thunderstorms predicted.  Handling the Virginia heat was proving to be very challenging for me.  I sweat fairly heavily at any summer temperature, even without a 30+ pound pack.

When the initial trail miles started downhill from 1900 foot Rockfish Gap I ended up with a soaked shirt within 45 minutes!  Here’s what I find below 2000-2500 feet in the South:

  • Stagnant, heavy air
  • Bug volumes go up by as much as 3x
  • Those nasty little bugs aiming for ears and eyes show up in droves
  • Insect webs go up by as much as 3x
  • And – the cicadas are buzzing full-tilt

Can we talk about cicadas?

Is there an insect with a more annoying sound than a cicada?  Here are just some of the adjectives I’d use to describe their noises:

  • Electrical
  • Grinding
  • Metal-scraping
  • Never-ending

To a New Englander like me, these bugs come straight out of a horror movie.  The Friday the 13th movie series didn’t need to come up with that famous “ch-ch-ch-huh-huh-huh” background sound – a recording of cicadas would have been sufficient.  I’m also fairly certain that there’s a cicada background track in the caverns of hell.

Anyway, I’d eventually claw my way above the 2500 foot level on Humpback Mountain to less bugs, no cicada noise, and that blissful breezy ridge air.  I’d manage to get a couple uber-hazy views in, like this one:

Then, two torrential mid-day thunderstorms would soak me in a different way.  It was the fifth straight day of on-trail rain.

Closing out the day

After the second downpour ended, the trail was a mini-river but the clouds opened a bit.  I got a great valley panorama from Cedar Cliffs that I thought would be my MMM (Most Memorable Moment) – but it would be downgraded to a co-MMM quickly.

About three miles from the end of my hike I was on a sloped trail with four foot high greenery on each side.  Suddenly a heard a loud grunt and scrambling about 3-4 feet uphill to my left.  A bear – probably asleep until I woke him.  I was so startled that I took two steps backwards – and promptly fell off the trail into greenery on the downhill side.  The bear departed instantly but I was pretty shaken by how close he was.  It was my eighth bear incident on my trek – and believe me, eight is enough!

Bring on the brewery

So, soaked and rattled, I really needed a couple of beers at day’s end.  Though I had to wait nearly 40 minutes to get a hitch to Devil’s Backbone, it all became worthwhile!

I found the food (12 hour smoked pork shoulder – yum!) to be much better than the beer there.  The only beer I really dug was the Cyborg Brain Juice IPA, a dank hoppy winner.

And the outdoor seating area was cool:

A visit to The Priest

I was looking at a 16 mile hike on Day 101 – not high mileage for me – but I fully expected to be worn out by day’s end.  The key segment of the hike would be a 3100 foot elevation gain in climbing The Priest, an imposing 4000+ foot peak. It would be a late afternoon climb too, on legs weary from earlier peaks.  Here’s what I saw waiting for me as I descended to the Tye River in early afternoon:

The Priest would prove to be an exhausting climb.  When I reached this outlook after a relentless uphill push I thought I was close to the top – until I checked the Far Out app and learned my elevation was only 2925 feet!

I still had over 1000 feet to climb!  The reward at the upper cliffs, however, was well worth it:

A rant about summits in Virginia

So I’ve got a bone to pick with the trail builders in Virginia.  I first noticed something fishy when I took a side trail to the top of Stony Man Mountain.  After a short climb, a sign directed me to the “summit” – which turned out to be a flat walk to a viewpoint which passed by numerous higher spots on the way!

I’m sorry but is there some local interpretation of summit that I’m missing?  Meriam-Webster doesn’t think so:  top, apex, especially: the highest point, peak.

I then encountered an even more egregious summit offense on three peaks: not even providing a trail to the actual summit!

  • On Blackrock Mountain in Shenandoah the hikers are brought to a flat circle around the peak which has 100+ feet of boulders above.  No marked trail is provided up the rocks.
  • Humpback Mountain in Blue Ridge wiped me out on Day 100.  Struggling up to a ridge, the trail started going downhill!  I checked the topo map and found the trail routed below the summit.
  • This happened again on The Priest – which I think is an unforgivable sin (like that one?). This is because it is a huge day hike climb!  When I climbed it there were more than a dozen cars in the parking lot.  These people do a 4000 foot mountain and there’s no identification of the top? Throw them a bone for their sweat!

Such tactics would never cut it in New Hampshire, where trails will bring you to the summit of even a wooded peak.  Usually there’s a small sign or just a cairn to denote it. Without this, you’re depriving people of that sense of accomplishment (not to mention the social media photo op!)  People want this!

Day 102 views

Rain dominated Day 102, but I did have some views from Spy Rock in the morning:

But unfortunately the weather never cleared up on Cole Mountain’s beautiful open meadows.  All I got were spooky images like this:

Coyote conundrum

Which brings us to Day 103, or Coyote Day as I now call it.  In early morning I descended the ridge to the Brown Mountain Creek area, where the AT followed the creek through a notch for about four miles.

About a mile in, I started hearing noises down the trail.  Some type of barking or woofing.  As I drew closer I recognized it as coyotes – barks and those high excited yips that are truly frightening.

I saw someone at the shelter and stopped to get what he knew.  He said there was an animal kill very close to the trail about a half mile down.  He saw vultures circling yesterday and the coyotes started arriving at 4am. He guessed that there were 20-40 animals down there now.  It certainly sounded like it to me from the volume of barks and yips.

So I quickly assessed that I had four options:

  1. Continue down the trail and hope the kill would keep the coyotes occupied.  Well, hope is not a plan.  Nope.
  2. Continue down the trail and then bushwhack around the kill area.  I didn’t like this because the terrain was a notch, and the animals would still be able to catch my scent.
  3. Stay in place at the shelter until the coyote noise ended.  It was 10am and going strong.  If I chose this I might be stuck until morning.
  4. Find an alternate route around the kill location.  This is what I ultimately chose to do.

On my trail app I found a gravel Forest Service Road that connected to the AT two miles past the shelter.  Unfortunately I’d have to backtrack two miles then hike three more on the connecting road.

I certainly was disappointed that I had to bypass two miles of the AT, but I do value having all of my limbs.  In discussing the incident with two hikers that night, they assured me that missed AT miles for a safety concern are acceptable for a thru-hike.  Makes sense – there are detours for forest fires and washed out bridges as well.

I actually got some beautiful scenery on the detour, as yellow and black American Goldfinch birds undulated across a green field:

But I was certainly happy to see this sign again, without any barks to be heard:

And oh yeah, less than 800 miles to go!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Comments 8

  • Pinball : Aug 10th

    Do you have a trail name yet? Coyote-Detour? Can strangers posting on a website even be taken seriously?

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    • Smitty : Aug 10th

      Scotty you big _____ that was 4 maybe 5 . Did you try clapping or yelling. There are 2 unsubstantiated deaths by coyote in the history of the continent. Go back and do that section soldier. 20 deaths by cow per annum so watch out for Bessie.

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  • Da Breeze : Aug 10th

    scott
    great pictures as always
    your really moving along
    i loved the coyote story-smart choice on the hike around
    Da Breeze

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  • Smitty : Aug 10th

    It’s easy to be brave and flip from the anonymous commenters hiding place. You’re the one out there exposed to the elements and the readers. Don’t take my teasing seriously. I’ve heard the coyote frenzy up close alone in woods and I was scared. I yelled and they ran away. Another great bunch of posts Mr Morrison thanks

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  • Pinball : Aug 11th

    To be clear, I would have started hiking in the opposite direction of the coyotes, maybe even cancelled my entire hike. It sounds terrifying. It will be in back of my mind next time I do a section in their habitat.

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