Hike Twenty: Virginia’s Moormans River and Big Branch Falls

Hints of spring are here — the pear and dogwood trees, forsythia, daffodils are blooming.  Baby leaves seem to glow a bright green as they grow, slow and shy, and the sun rises and sets at different times now.

I’m ready for spring.  So is Andy.  It seems each day he asks, “When will it turn green again?”  Trust me, if a change of seasons could happen through his sheer willpower, it would have been spring at the start of November.  That’s because we are ready: ready for more trails, ready to start camping, ready to get lost in a green forest surrounded by only plants, wild animals, and each other.

February managed to find us out on below-freezing trails every weekend.  We hope that will be the same for March, though that does mean our hikes would be decided suddenly.

“Do you want to go hiking tomorrow?” I’d whisper to Andy as we were seconds from sleep late on a Saturday night.

“Sure,” he’d say, drifting into dreams, so I’d rise to set my alarm clock before sleep overtook me too.

We try to be great planners — we do — but ninety-nine-point-nine percent of the time when we are out adventuring, there are at least three different moments we turn to one another and say, “Why in the hell didn’t we plan this more?  How does this keep happening to us?”  I guess we know the answer to those questions: Spontaneity seems to have seized my life since I met Andy, and while it’s so gosh darn exciting and rewarding and we have crazy stories to tell, there are times when we laugh about how we’d like to have that point-one percent of calm, serenity, peace.  Amazingly, this hike was that point-one percent.  It was unruffled, tranquil so that in the end, this hike turned out to be one of our favorites thus far.

Here’s more on Moormans River:

  • 5.6 miles
  • 460-foot elevation
  • Rated Level Two of Five difficulty

Our drive was a shorter distance than most, and immediately we were rewarded with those deep blue mountains that have formed the base of who Andy and I are together.Andy Camera1
Winding around the Blue Ridge Mountains, we paralleled Moormans River until it greeted the Sugar Hollow Dam.IMG_1665.JPGIMG_1666IMG_1667The dam was supposedly used in the opening scene of the movie Evan Almighty.  On the other side was Charlottesville’s foggy Sugar Hollow Reservoir.
IMG_1670.JPGAnd that word, foggy, is the perfect way to describe this hike.  It had rained for days here and the sun was still covered by clouds so fog drifted above the saturated ground while water drops dangled from limbs, making each droplet appear illuminated like white Christmas lights.
IMG_1688IMG_1858.JPGIMG_1692It was a beautiful day though because ‘beautiful’ does not have to be synonymous for ‘sunny.’  The temperature was warm, welcoming us into the forest.IMG_1757.JPG20180225_103235.jpgIMG_1673

We began by walking beside Moormans River, heading north, to the yellow-blazed Moormans River Trail.  These waters were once prime places to catch trout native to the area.  However, that changed in June 1995 when eleven-point-five inches of rain fell, which triggered many landslides.  The landslides dramatically altered the land.  For instance, canopies over the river that once provided needed-shade in the summer were now gone, and that set forth another reaction: Two thirds of the water’s trout habitat was destroyed.  The picture below shows how most of the land looks — The roots of trees are dangling after the ground below was washed away.

Recovery was evident though — The area had an energy all its own as spots of green seemed to explode, casting their vibrant hues beside the steely blues of the river and muddy browns of the land.  Life is continuing here, and it was colorful and loud.IMG_1681.JPGIMG_1683Even the puddles seemed magical.  Their glossy tans and greys made me feel as if I’d stepped into a watercolor painting — The reflection of bare, spindly trees merely brushstrokes so that my gaze darted down and up, down and up to confirm what was real.  I was seeing the forest anew.IMG_1690
Soon, large puddles caught Andrew’s eye too: “Frog spawn!” and he pointed.  Sure enough, the puddle was filled with frog eggs.
IMG_1714IMG_1696.JPGIMG_1698.JPGThe glassy orbs clung to one another in bulk, allowing them to be easily picked up and analyzed.  I imagined baby tadpole eyes looking up at me in wonder as I looked down at them with identical amazement.20180225_143957_2The eggs have anywhere from six to twenty-one days until they will be broken by little hatching tadpoles.  Then, depending on the frog, tadpoles remain in that stage anywhere from six weeks to eight months before growing legs, losing the tail, and hopping away.  Placing the eggs back into the puddle delicately, I hoped to myself that the water would remain high enough for the cycle to take place.IMG_1718.JPGIMG_1719.JPG
Walking again, we would pause more to dart back and forth to the foggy river bank where the water flowed strong and cold.
IMG_1721And that is how the rest of our hike went — zig-zagging back and forth from trail to water.IMG_1777.JPG
Soon, our path took us over Moormans River where our boots were dipped into the water.  This would be one of six times total we forge the river, which essentially means by the end we became pros at hustling across.

We were surrounded by beauty — The river, so clear that each and every covered rock glistened with color.  Greenstone rock walls, shaped by the running river for centuries, appeared more as gigantic mythic monsters.  And the old mountains could be seen peeking over the trees as if they were watching us play by their river.20180225_112037.jpgIMG_1815.JPGIMG_1829.JPGThe leaves radiated a crimson color, highlighting the water as we continued by the river’s side.IMG_1843IMG_1845IMG_1844IMG_1846

Soon it was time to cross the river again . . .
IMG_1831IMG_1836After this, our path across went deeper underwater so much so that I chose instead to take off my shoes and socks.
The river rocks were stunning and shimmered an array of pastel colors — purples, teals, reds, maroons, oranges, blues, yellows, reminding me of Lake McDonald in Montana’s Glacier National Park.
Hints of spring could be seen in the forest too — Little plants battled to rise through layers of wet fallen leaves while small lavender flowers seemed shy, dipping their little heads down to avoid eye contact.  Mushrooms boasted of their subtle shades as they stretched, decorating rotting tree trunks.  It was majestic.
The farther we hiked, the more comforted we were in being alone.  In the beginning, we crossed a few people, mainly fisherman.  However, after forging the river, we had the forest to ourselves.  We felt like children, darting across and splashing in the water, jumping on rocks, laughing.  Life was innocent, light, carefree — another magical quality of forests.
There are two falls on this hike.  This is the smaller one . . .
IMG_1940.JPGIMG_1941.JPGIMG_1943.JPGbut the more impressive fall is about seventy yards up from this, just past the trail marker . . .
IMG_2018.JPG20180225_132013.jpgIMG_2006At about twenty-five feet high, Big Branch Falls plunges over a beautiful blend of purple and blue-colored greenstone.

Scrambling back and forth over the rocks, climbing beside the falls, we still had the place to ourselves, making it felt sacred, tucked away.  I could have stayed next to that waterfall in the middle of the mountains with Andrew for an unlimited amount of time.  IMG_1997.JPGIMG_1999.JPGThat’s when I realized the major benefits of hiking a waterfall trail in the colder months: First, there is solitude.  Hikes along the water are popular in the summer so swimming holes are normally packed with people.  Because of this, I’d rival to say the beauty of seeing a waterfall — without a crowd — is worth it over the ability to jump in a swimming hole.  That takes me to the second reason: This magnificent waterfall can actually be seen.  In the summer, the waterfall often disappears due to drought conditions.
Beside this waterfall, there appears to be a cave and I wondered if bears seek shelter there because several neighboring trees appeared to be scratched, as if a bear was marking its territory.IMG_1954.JPG


Walking back, the water was higher as we reforged the river times again.  By the end, our pants and boots were soaked but our feet, dry.IMG_2020IMG_2019.jpg
As we walked by the frog spawn puddles, our trail coming to an end, Andrew paused again.  “Fish — maybe!  There’s something in the pond!” and careful not step on frog eggs, he bent to pick up the unknown animal as the water and leaves underneath quivered.
IMG_2055.JPGIMG_2044.JPGInstead of a fish though, he found a newt.20180225_144658IMG_2039.JPGIMG_205020180225_144729This is a red-spotted newt, otherwise known as the eastern newt, and it was one of two Andy caught.  Despite the fact that the newts can survive on land, they seemed clumsy and fragile once we picked them up so we placed them back into the puddle.  There, they would no doubt remain, waiting to feast on the plentiful tadpoles set to escape from the eggs.IMG_2052.JPGIMG_1707IMG_2043
In the end, the newt was another wonder we saw on this hike, making Moormans River and Big Branch Falls one of our favorites thus far.
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Our drive, once again breathtaking and we paused several times in the roadway to jump out for pictures to remember it.Andy Camera3.jpgAndy Camera2

All too soon, we were back on the interstate where my once wide-awake fiance slipped into sleep in the passenger seat.  The grip in his hand continued to loosened as he held mine, and I glanced over at him — Head back, mouth open, he breathed deeply, making me smile.  There was something simple, special about this ride — Normally it was me, fast asleep beside him; this time, I was taking us home.  I glanced his way again — He was safe and happy with me, and I felt so fortunate.  Moving into the slow lane and drifting around potholes so as not to wake him, our drive home took longer than normal.  But he didn’t notice — He remained, sleeping and peaceful, until we were twisting around the exit ramp, back home.  His eyes fluttered, “Did I sleep the entire way?”  I smiled again and squeezed his hand.  “I’m sorry,” he told me, “I’m so sorry.  You should have woken me.”  At the stoplight I leaned over and kissed him.  “Never,” I said because there was no other way I could word how our drive home was more than what I could have imagined, how that drive home meant everything to me.IMG_2662 copy.jpg

Gear Review: Winter Beanie

I was on the hunt for a great winter hiking hat.  Good wouldn’t cut it.  I wanted great.  And great meant warm.  On hikes where the temperature drops below freezing and camps in single digits, I wanted a hat that would allow me to enjoy the winter outdoors.  I didn’t want thin fabric or fleece-lined around-the-ears only or some decorate fru-fru beanie.  I wanted a top-notch warm winter wool hat.  I searched in vain for months, years even . . . until one day I stumbled along a hat so extraordinary that I have taken it with me on every winter hike.  Meet my hat: Bula Aran Beanie.
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  • Pros
    • Super-duper warm.  I have lived in this hat all winter.
    • It is fifty percent merino wool, which does wonders because it is soft, anti-microbial, allows your skin to breathe, wicks away moisture, dries quickly, and prevents feeling temperature changes.
    • It has a velvety-soft liner, which provides additional warmth.
    • I love that it does not have a silly ‘poof’ or whatever-it-is-called at the top.  This hat is simple and wonderful for that reason.
    • Fits snugly to my head and is not super tiny or extra baggy, like other hats I’ve seen.
    • This is minor: While mine is a pretty blue, I wish there were other natural colors, such as greens, browns, or greys.


  • Cons
    • I’m going to rant for a moment: Companies do not provide hats, scarves, and gloves sets for serious winter gear.  Therefore, a con I’m going to throw in is that there are sadly no equally-warm scarf and gloves.
    • Other than that — solely looking at the hat — I truly have nothing against it.


  • Rating: IMG_2397IMG_2397IMG_2397IMG_2397IMG_2397 out of Five Vistas


  • Tips for tracking down your own hat

    • If you’re able to track down a full wool hat, I think this is the best way to go.  Wool has more benefits than other materials, such as acrylic ones.
    • I’d recommend one that fits snugly to your head.  Take those slouchy beanies: There’s extra space so it takes longer to warm your head.
    • I’d recommend doing away with hats that have pom-poms and other frills.  It’s one more thing to snag on a tree limb.
    • Also find a tight knit hat.  Andy snagged his hat (pictured below) walking home from a city grocery store — One ity bity tree limb and it pulled.  Imagine what it would do on an overgrown trail.

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Happy trails!

Gear Review: Hiking Boots II

Someone once told me leather boots are like a good relationship: They take a lotta work but they’re worth it so don’t give up on them easily.  This is the perfect way to summarize my Danner Mountain Light Cascade Boots.
Danner Boot.jpgLet me backtrack: I have a pair of (what I’m calling) summer short-distance hiking boots so I was looking for a more serious backpacking boot.  Let’s be honest: I have serious goals, such as thru-hiking the Appalachian Trail, which means whatever new boots I found — They needed to hold up their end of the bargain.  I began forming a checklist:

  • The boots needed to backpack long distances.
  • They should be able to cross over multiple terrains.
  • They needed to support a large amount of pack weight.
  • The boots should thrive in various temperatures.

All my research lead me to Danner and their Mountain Light Cascade Boots.  One person said she has had her pair since 1990, another since since the early 90s, and still another since 1988.  I needed this boot.  See, to me there are two hiking items I almost form a relationship with: my pack and my boots.  I want these items to last and physically show the trails I walked, the memories I made.  I want them for a lifetime.

It’s been about four months since I got these boots and, after getting a large amount of interest and questions on my Instagram page, I decided to do a review.  Know in advance, this is an updated review from when I first published this post — At that time I had owned my boots for three months and because I had some issues with them, I wanted to wear them down more to see if the boots improved.  Therefore, I took them on longer hikes, such as the almost twenty mile hike and camp I recently got back from.  It is because of this journey, my rating on these boots has changed — changed so much that I actually returned these boots to REI.  Now, without any hesitation, here is my review on these iconic Danner boots.

  • Pros
    • They have amazingly thick soles.  I feel I could walk on any terrain and never have sore feet, truly.  Other hiking boots have made me feel as if I was walking on sharp rocks barefoot; I was in so much pain I could hardly continue hiking.  These Danner boots — I’ve never had that problem.  In fact, they have so much support, I often wear them to work where I’m on my feet the entire day.
    • Amazing traction and grip: These boots will grip onto the most wet and slick rocks.  I almost feel invisible wearing them, not even joking.
    • Wonderful ankle support.  I have fallen into holes that come up to my thigh and I have twisted my ankle so that it was parallel to the ground; however, with the support in these boots, I am amazingly able to walk away unhurt.
    • There’s few stitches so water does not get in.  I’ve walked in a good amount of water and snow, and my feet have remained dry.
    • The boots have something called Dri-Lex, which allows them to breathe.  It also provides vapor transport so they dry quickly and resist odor and mildew.
    • They keep my feet warm but never to the point that my feet are hot and sweaty.
    • They can be recrafted, meaning they replace the outsole, rework the leather, and restitch the seams.  Because these should be able to be worn for decades, this is a great idea.
    • They’re a beautiful design.  Not that you’re going for looks when hiking, but people apparently find them so pretty that they buy them solely for fashion.
    • They’re made in the US — Portland, Oregon to be exact!
    • I’ve called Danner a couple times about their products and the people there are so nice — as in really really nice.


  • Cons
    • The tri-fold tongue creates more problems than solutions.  It was designed to decrease debris and water from getting into the boot, but I had these issues:
      • First problem: It created a significant fold at the bottom of the tongue/above the boot.  That crease cut into the top of my toes with each step.  I read this could be worn out but I put at least seventy-five miles on my boots and the crease only became more severe.
      • Second problem: It prevents the boot from being laced tightly.  Because of this, a large amount of debris does get in often.  Also, as the leather softens from wear, the boots become loose — If they are loose, it decreases ankle support AND feet slide.  (For instance, with a thirty-pound pack magnifying my feet sliding, my ankles, heels, balls of my feet, and toes were so sore — I felt like I had massive blisters and had to stop often.  I honestly debated taking off the boots and wearing my socks to avoid the pain.  It was that bad.)
    • They are super duper expensive. My fiance likes to joke that for this price, they should be able to hike themselves.
    • There’s no shock-absorption, as is with many other hiking boots on the market.
    • The boots are five-inches high and hit at an odd place on your ankle.  Not only this, but the leather takes awhile to break in.  It is thick, hard leather and your Achilles tendon will go through some severe pain before the leather softens.  As one person said, the boot doesn’t wear to your ankle; you will wear to the boot.  He was 100% right.  I have pretty significant callouses on my ankles to prove it.
    • These boots are not waterproof.  I get it: They are breathable . . . but a full-leather boot that isn’t waterproof?  Travesty.


  • Rating: IMG_2397IMG_2397 out of Five Vistas
    I do believe leather boots take a lot of effort and patience; however, if about seventy-five miles has them showing more problems, they are not the boot to own.  That toe-fold tongue creates too many serious issues so that in the end, there have to be other boots out there that are better.

    Saying that though, I did adore these boots and felt sad returning them.  They do have great positives, which is why I scored them this way.  As I said, my top positive is the sole: It is truly top-notch.  I have spoken with Danner reps and learned their Danner Light family has the same inner and outer sole.  Not only this, but these boots have a regular tongue (so they will lace tighter, preventing feet from slipping and debris getting in), sit an inch higher (so hopefully no ankle-rub issue), are waterproof, and have a Gore-Tex lining (their most breathe-able one).  These sound like my dream boot!  Anyway, I’m going to buy a pair and I’ll do a review on them once I get them and have put miles on ‘um.


  • Tips when tracking down your own Danner boots
    • Two words: Leather conditioner.  Buy it.  Use it habitually.  Don’t think you can handle this on your own.  Conditioner works miracles.
    • Sizing: People seemed pretty confused about what size to order and I recognize all feet are different.  However, here is what I’ve seen: First, some say the boot is too narrow.  The boot has a medium width so if you have a wide width, this is not for you.  Second, some recommended to size up from what you regularly wear, while others claimed to size down.  Don’t play the guessing game.  Look at what size your other boots are and get that size.  I am a size 6.5, my other hiking boots are a 6.5, I ordered a 6.5, and they fit.
    • Don’t hike Day One in your new boots — Break them in at home some first.  And remember when breaking in boots, wear them with good and thick socks.  If the boots bother you, take them off and give your feet a break.  Condition again then wear again.  Take them off if they hurt once more.  Repeat.  I promise the leather will soften.

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Happy trails!