Brian and I took a one evening pit stop in Asheville after camping in Pisgah National Forest to dry out our gear and shower before our next camping trip. We stayed in a single room cabin at the Log Cabin Motor Court. It was cozy and quaint but also close to downtown! During that time we also met up with our friends from Indiana that were also visiting Asheville.

Adorable cabin in Asheville
The next morning we hopped in the car and headed towards Virginia! Our plans were to take the Blue Ridge Parkway, but with the tropical storm moving through, many parts were closed due to debris on the road. As bummed as we were, there was nothing we could do about it so we chose another route and got on the road! Our drive took us through two trail towns on the Appalachian Trail. One of them was Hot Springs, a town Brian had hiked through before when he did a portion of the AT years back. The other town was Damascus, known as ‘Trail Town USA’. Both towns were quite small but there were plenty of hikers walking the streets with their large packs and muddy boots.
We pulled into the visitors center of Grayson Highlands State Park to grab a map and refill our water bottles. Much to our amazement, there were 5 wild ponies grazing on grass right in front of the doors. I hoped that we would stumble across some ponies, but I didn’t think they would be hanging out right by the visitors center!

Off we go
With the clouds moving in, we drove to the trailhead and strapped our packs on, ready to summit Mount Rogers. The hike up to camp was 5 miles with a small additional hike to the summit. The trail began inside of Grayson Highlands State Park but eventually became part of the Appalachian Trail. The terrain was rocky and quite rugged at some points. Thankfully the skies cleared up here and there, and we got glimpses of spectacular views! Nearing the end of our hike, we ran into a group of wild ponies. I was beginning to think the ones at the visitors center were planted there and we wouldn’t see any other ponies! They were grazing right on the trail, we hiked carefully around them, it hardly seemed like they noticed us at all. Once we reached camp, near the Thomas Knob Shelter, we made dinner. After dinner we still had some life left in our legs and decided to do the quick one mile summit hike to Mount Rogers.

Hiking past a group of ponies
The half mile out and back trail lead us up into a foggy temperate rainforest. I have never done a summit hike where the top wasn’t rocky, craggy, and exposed. This was a totally new experience! When we reached the summit, we searched for the golden geological marker, finding it atop a rock. Mount Rogers is the highest peak in Virginia, standing at 5,729 feet above sea level. The darkness started to creep in so we headed down to camp through the fog and called it a night.

Foggy summit hike to Mount Rogers
At 7am we were up, caffeinated, and packed up. Brian and I like to start our days early for two reasons; one being the likelihood of seeing wildlife and the other being hopes of seeing fewer people on the trail. This hike we lucked out and got both! During our hike down to the car we ran into a whopping 36 wild ponies, and 11 of them were babies! Every time we came up to another group of ponies we were just as surprised and in awe as the last time. The hike down was truly amazing. The fog was rolling over the hills making it feel eerie but also beautiful and then the sun would pop out, bringing with it bright blue skies! The icing on the cake was not seeing anyone on the trails. When we reached the car we packed up our stuff and immediately headed for some fast food before our 8 hour drive home, the hike hunger had struck!
I cannot recommend visiting Grayson Highlands enough! There was a point when we almost didn’t go, thinking we had packed too much into our Asheville trip already. I’m so glad we decided to go because it was an unforgettable time!

Baby pony taking a break from breakfast
























I thought I had fallen in love with a place already, but that was before I met you. After visiting you for a mere 36 hours, I fell head over heels. I had never experienced such crisp mornings and, what I now know are called, bluebird skies. There was just no way to deny your beauty with the wind blowing through your golden aspen leaves. And then the snow came and blanketed you with 350 inches of fluffy goodness in our first winter here. The locals told me we were getting spoiled, and I didn’t mind a single bit. I learned to ski under your never ending sunshine and maybe even take a risk or two on a jump if the powder was deep enough. The winter held on deep into April, but finally gave way to spring. My mornings were spent sitting outside with you while sipping a cappuccino. I thought I loved winter most, until you introduced me to your most spectacular season of all. Summer was your time to showcase the tippy tops of your mountains that are often unreachable by foot. I spent countless hours trudging over your sharp rocks and stood my ground against your relentless wind with tears streaming down my face. My reward at the peak, untouched by man, was seeing the sun rise from atop of the world. The purity of your air above the clouds is reserved for those willing to work for it. It isn’t all about racing to the top though. Along the way my encouragement came in the form of a mountain goat walking beside me or the wildflowers tickling my knees. And sleeping under your stars and waking to your frosty grass is a memory I’ll cherish until my final days.
It’s likely this is the most common question asked between Brian and me in the past few months. Most of the time coupled with tears, late at night while we’re in bed.. brains unable to turn off.