"No Name" Stream, George Washington National Forest

David, Chris, and I decided to go fishing and stumbled upon this stream.  It's probably typical of the small streams that are not listed in the guide books but that exist throughout the Shenandoah National Park and Jefferson and George Washington National Forests.  Go explore!

David and I left Norfolk at 5 am and rendezvoused with Chris in Hampton and headed up Rt. 64 towards the mountains.  We were feeling adventurous so we veered off the grid and found our little no name stream.

This was our first trip of the year so it took a little while to shake off the rust and get our gear squared away.

We worked our way upstream hop-scothching each other and allowing each angler a string of pools before jumping in and casting.  There were midges floating around and the temperature was in the 50's so we were hoping that we might be treated to an afternoon hatch and some rising fish. 

To start though, I used a red brassie nymph that has served me well last winter.  The first couple series of pools did not produce anything for me.  This is not out of the ordinary since I would call my nymphing skills rudimentary at best.  Chris fishes with much more poise and confidence; to this I aspire! 

After maybe an hour, I saw the strike indicator twitch, I lifted the rod and brought this little guy to hand.  The Chub King strikes again! Not well versed in identifying these guys, my guess is that this is a rosyface shiner.

After many other hit-less pools, I switched to a pheasant tail nymph, but still was having trouble getting a bite and I was smart enough to know that all these pools could not be empty.

It may be not true, but it seemed to me that all the logjams, sticks in the stream, and the abundance of overhanging vegetation that the stream was getting less pressure than similar plunge-pool dominated streams like the Rapidan.  It certainly made the stream more technical to fish and all my snags in and out of the water were a testament that I had not yet brought my A game.

As I worked upstream I saw this big piece of meat!

Man!  The crawdads I tie are WAY TOO SMALL!

Since I wasn't doing so well, I decided to watch Chris and learn from the master.  Here he is on a sweet run.

This was a beautiful steam with the recent snow filling all the creeks and feeders.

Here's David wielding the bamboo with crouching tiger moves.  

Chris at the top of this picturesque run choosing a winning fly combo.

Rock art.

Chris could see I was struggling so in an act of utmost kindness, he gave me the best pool I'd seen all day.  Yes, I chose my friends wisely!  I missed the first two hits, and then landed three nice, palm-sized, wild brookies.

After catching each one, I released the brookie downstream so as not to spook the pool.  Afterwards, I wondered what effect this had on the poor fish.  I imagine they gravitate to the pools as preferred habitat for feeding and living.  Maybe they will just swim downstream until they find the next pool, but what if that pool already had it's carrying capacity of fish?  I'm wondering how tightly coupled the number or size of the pools and number of fish are.  I will have to try and find out what the responsible release action should be.  I can live with only catching one per pool if it's important to release the fish back into the same pool he came from.

Here's Chris working another beautiful run.

Here he is on another late in the afternoon.

The dry fly hatch we had hoped for never came and as the sun got hung up in the hills and the stream fell into shadow, the temperature seemed to drop 10 degrees.  We layered up and pressed on, but agreed to call it quits at 4 pm so we could bushwhack back to the car before dark.

At around 4 pm, I promised myself one more pool.  I caught a nice brookie, but then Chris hop-scotched me so I felt liberated from my resolution.  I found one more promising pool and landed this little brookie - so young, he still had his par marks.

OK, I didn't want to be greedy so I stopped.  We all rendezvoused and headed back to the car picking up beer cans, plastic pop bottles, and candy wrappers as we went.  I truly can't understand the mindset of those that desecrate these beautiful natural spaces.  Unbelievable!

Anyway, it was a great day with great friends, on beautiful water.  We're blessed to live in Virginia and with access to such great year-round trout fishing.  Looking forward to stumbling upon more jewels.  Stay tuned..... 

If you enjoyed this blog post and value VA trout streams, then let Governor McDonnell know that you do not want to allow fracking in the public parks and forests!  

AT Hike: Rock Spring Hut to Thornton Gap

JC put together a backpacking trip for a group of friends so JC, John, Jonathon, and I joined Bryan and Ike from Richmond for a weekend on a Shenandoah portion of the AT up near Sperryville VA.

We left Hampton Roads around 1 pm on Friday (10/19) and rendezvoused with Ike and Bryan in Short Pump before grabbing some grub at Jimmy Johns and hitting the road west.  We entered the Shenandoah National Park at Thornton Gap, JC got our backcountry permit, and then we staged a truck at the Panorama area and then drove everyone to the parking area for the Rock Spring Hut (blue mark on the map above) and hiked in the dark for about seven tenths of a mile to the shelter (the first area highlighted in yellow above).

There were two guys already in the shelter, and we enjoyed the fire and the conversation, and the apple jack, until it was time to hit the hay.

JC and I chose a tent site up on the hill above the shelter.  It was not that flat...

For those of you that care about these things, here's the privy...

First thing in the morning, we engaged in that time worn ritual - pumping water for making breakfast and carrying during the day's hike.  Here's JC and Ike gettin-er-dun!

After oatmeal and some coffee, we got our stuff together and made our way back to the Appalachian Trial and turned out sights north towards our next shelter at Byrd's Nest #3.

After about a mile of hiking, we reached the first of two rock slides.  John monkeyed around on the rocks while the rest of us picked our way through the ankle-twisting minefield.

The views from the rock slides were very nice - our first open views of the magnificent fall colors in the Shenandoahs!

John was doing a project for college - taking GPS coordinates on points of interest along the trial and making notes.  When he wasn't be studious, he was climbing rocks and playing where's Waldo.

Our first major way station was Skyland.  On the way, the trail was pleasant and picturesque.

In several places, the AT comes close to Skyline Drive which takes away the sense of wilderness we crave.  Oh well.... Some descents, some ascents and we soldiered on.

While wildlife was sparse along the trial, we did get to see this growth on an old tree that looked like a female lion.

At about mile 2.6, we got another nice view of valley to the west.  Here are a series of photos looking northwest, west, and  southwest from that vantage point (Timber Hollow I think).

Purdy nice!

At mile 3.8, we made it to Skyland - a resort that was built before Shenandoah National Park was dedicated.  We sloughed off the packs and enjoyed the view, but the west wind buffeted us and it was cold.  As we donned extra layers, John bought a round of hot apple cider for the crew to enjoy.  Damn Good! We ate some lunch for fuel and I think provided some comic relief for many of the well heeled tourists leaf peeping on Skyline Drive.

Here's the view from the patio between the Skyland restaurant and the office.

Leaving Skyland, we skirted along the east side of Stony Man Mountain and crossed the highest point in the National Park at 3,837 feet.  We decided not to climb Stony Man since it was past 1 pm and we had another 6 miles to go to make the Byrd's Nest #3 shelter.  Our next major landmark was the Little Stony Man cliffs and we did stop there briefly to enjoy the views.  Here's (R to L) Jonathan, Ike, and JC)

Here's the view from Little Stony Man.  (Stony Man Mountain is in the upper left-hand corner of the picture.)

JC on Little Stony Man with the view looking NW.

We continued on as the AT paralleled Skyland Drive.  I have to admit, I do not like hearing cars from Skyline Drive while I'm on the AT.  I also do not like having to share the trail with the hoards of tourists from the overlook parking areas, but I do understand the desire to see the sights.  I'm thankful for the portions of the AT and other trails that provide solitude for those willing to make the effort.  Ah, but I digress....

Onward to the Pinnacles...

The colors on the mountain slopes were gorgeous and every opening in the canopy provided excellent views.  However, there was lots of color all along the trail.  You just have to remember to lift your head up!

After about 4 miles from Skyland, we reached the Pinnacles picnic area.  We hustled through the hoards and continued on the AT ascending about 400 feet over the next 1.4 miles before being rewarded with this fantastic view of Jewell Hollow.

The highest point of the Pinnacle is at 3,730 feet.  The trail descended for 0.8 miles until it delivered us to the Byrd's Nest #3 shelter (second area highlighted in yellow in the map below).

The shelter at Byrd's Nest 3

We had heard about a fireplace in the shelter and we discussed forgoing the tents for the luxury of a fire-warmed shelter spot.  Unfortunately, when we turned the corner to see the front of the shelter, this is what we found!

Some "City Folk" from northern VA had thought it was a good idea to actually pitch their tents inside the shelter - makin it unusable by anyone else.  You've heard of trail names, trail magic, trail angels... this was TRAIL HERESY!  And when we showed up, they seemed oblivious to their greedy and wasteful ways.

We just set up in the tent camping area behind the shelter to avoid any conflict.  Turns out that was good Karma since the tent area was sheltered from the cold west wind and, consequently, our camping area was about 10 degrees warmer than the shelter area.

Note to cabin hoggers, the sun doesn't set and rise on the same side of the mountain!  Our good Karma continued as we woke to this. 

We made a quick breakfast and broke camp as quickly as we could.  Here's JC, Ike, Bryan, and John.

John and Bryan were kind enough to hike the extra 0.3 miles to the spring to pump water so we'd all have enough for the hike out .  I think we solved at least 2 world problems during the short wait. 

Up we climbed for about 0.4 miles to reach this fine view.

Jonathan again with the classic silhouette.

After about a mile, we made it to the spur trail for Mary's Rock.  Speedsters Ike and Bryan were coming down the trail as the rest of us made our way up and they remarked that the views from Mary's Rock provided the "reason we do this".  I couldn't agree more and I think these were the best views of the trip.

Jonathan again - our sure-footed man on the mountain!

As we scrambled up to the top of Mary's Rock, we found these geodetic markers (3,514').  One old...

 And one new...

Geologists believe Mary's Rock is over one billion years old!

The view from the peak was even more beautiful!

Looking south...

The VA Piedmont to the east...

It was so nice, and the hike back to the car was a scant 3 miles, we took our time poking all around Mary's Rock.  Here's John getting comfortable.

The AT skyline and the Alleghenies to the west...

 Jonathan being pensive at the top of the world...

Coming down the trail from Mary's Rock were were pumped (especially John)!

From Mary's Rock, the trail descended steadily for about 1.7 miles to the Panorama parking area (second blue highlighted area in the map profile below).

In that time, we solved another world problem or two as our calves began to talk to us.  Enjoying the high of a great trip with great friends, we ignored the burn and cruised to the truck waiting at the Panorama parking area where we celebrated with a group shot.

We threw packs and JC and John into the back of the truck and shuttled back to the Hampton Roads vehicle for the ride home.

We drove about an hour through the beautiful VA countryside before arriving at the Barbecue Exchange restaurant in Gordonsville.  I think Ike calculated that he'd lost about 6,500 calories just on Saturday's hike alone.  After barbecue, slaw, beer, hush puppies, fries, sides of ribs, pie, and assorted other vittles, I think we erased any weight losses, but, hell we earned it!

What a great trip!  On the ride home, we eagerly talked of our next trip, maybe picking up where we left off and doing another section hike of the AT.  We're so lucky to live in VA and within striking distance of the Shenandoah National Park.

Peace!