We almost missed it, even though we were looking for it. One of the guidebooks had listed it, but there wasn’t a signpost saying it was at this pull-off. We had pulled in for some other reason, and I realized we had found it.
Off to the left there were some stairs built into the side of the mountain, going up to the railroad bed. I smiled and my heart quickened at the sight of the leaf-covered steps that seemed to be part of the natural environment. This felt like a serendipitous discovery, like I was the first to discover the roadbed, even though there was usually another couple in the area as we explored.
This narrow-gauge rail bed was originally built by the South River Lumber Company to carry virgin timber cut at the higher elevations to the lumber mills in the valley. By 1938 the region had been stripped so when the Parkway was built it was a barren wasteland that had to be replanted during the building of the Parkway from 1939 to its completion in 1987.
The roadbed had been preserved, but the short line of tracks that we walked along are a reconstruction of what was originally laid in 1919. How beautiful they are today, seeming to be a part of the natural environment. I imagine when they were in use this was a dirty, barren place. It seems important to learn how our history contains the good and the bad of growth. Sometimes what seems like progress, in many ways is destructive. This tension continues as a few entrepreneurs get very rich while providing much lower incomes to workers, until the resource is gone, the workers loose jobs, the owner walks away with large sums, and the environment is left scarred. But I wasn’t thinking politics while I was walking the rails, surrounded by the beauty of these lands now preserved by the National Parks Service as a National Park.
As we did the short walk down the rails, a waterfall came into view.
This mountain stream needed a small trestle and if you follow my blog, you know I love trestles. How much better could this stop on the Blue Ridge Parkway, at milepost 34, be?
If I keep my eyes open for the macro shots, there is always more beauty.
My word, that’s pretty! Love the train tracks.
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Heather, you can not believe how many beautiful photos I didn’t take because my husband didn’t want to spend the whole winter on the Parkway. 🙂
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Hahaha! I absolutely can 🙂 Even very understanding husbands don’t quite get the importance of capturing every beautiful thing in electronic memory.
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It gives me courage that you understand. Or at least I don’t feel crazy in my compulsiveness. 🙂
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Wow, look at all that amazing color you (and your camera) are getting to savor. I’m thrilled for you Pat.
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We did hit peak color on the Parkway and were so glad we left Michigan a day earlier than we had planned. We had two days with very little traffic. By Friday it was so bad we left the Parkway with the plan to return on our trip north in the spring.
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That third picture would go into my PFH file–Print, Frame, Hang.
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Thanks, Russel. I don’t have my printer here in Florida and miss it. I will tag it print and see how it looks when I get back north.
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Looks like a great walk, and the colours are wonderful. Autumn seems even more advanced your side of the pond than here; so many fallen leaves. And did you mean the environment left scared, or scarred?
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The color depended on how high in the mountains we were. Thanks for picking up that spelling error. I shall go and change it. 🙂
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What a wonderful find…
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Beautiful gallery of the railway!
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Thanks.
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These are great photos. I really like this gallery.
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Thanks, Cee.
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So very beautiful…haven’t seen scenes like that in years.
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I bet you miss them. Now that I’m in southern, tropical FL, they feel very foreign to me.
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Oh So Beautiful 🙂 LOVE the Golden Tone 🙂
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Thanks, Morgan. The air was golden on that day – even though the sun wasn’t shining.
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