I have passed the Hebron Falls trail head many, many times on my way to or from our home. All this time I thought I was passing just another driveway. I guess that is a testament to my lack of observation skills. This is the trail head . . . . .
No sign or anything letting passersby know this is actually a hiking trail. Nothing, that is, until you get up to that first tree where a paper sign tells you that you can’t park on this road or you will be picking your car up at the tow lot. Luckily, it is just a quick walk from our house, so our cars can rest easy sitting in our driveway.
The trail starts as a lovely, flat, walk through a beautiful forest of trees. Birds are chirping, leaves are crunching under your feet, and you can hear the faint sound of water trickling.
Throw in a couple of creek crossings.
(I give myself a 10 for that take off.)
Then back to a nice, easy trail.
Once you hit the river, the game of ‘Capture the Flag’ begins.
This was our first hike on this trail, but we gathered that you are supposed to follow the orange flags hanging in random trees or bushes, but those random trees and bushes are not easy to get to unless you want to take in dip in frigged water. Unsure if we were on a trail or even going the right way, half rock climbing and half clinging to trees on the river bank, we made our way to the top.
I was relieved when I finally made it to the very top, dry and without vomiting. The Mr. eloquently leaped from rock to rock, while I brought up the rear fearing my short legs would not make the jump and I would slip off the rock and fall into the icy water and hit my head and float all the way to the bottom and I might even die. And my camera would be ruined. What a sad story. Thankfully, none of my worst case scenario actually happened and I safely crossed to the other side.
(I survived crossing the roaring river of death and this was the most interesting thing on the other side.)
Needless to say, the return trip involved scouting out a crossing where I would not see my life flashing before my eyes. There wasn’t one. After a moment of terror where The Mr. had to lift me up by my wrists as I was dangling over the ferociously moving water because my legs were not long enough to reach the rock, my heart conceived a new love for solid, dry land.
How To Get There:
The suggested route to reach Hebron Falls is via the Boone Fork Trail, which is located at the Julian Price Park Picnic Area, milepost #296.5 on the Blue Ridge Parkway. We accessed the trail head located on Old Turnpike Road on foot, but as mentioned above, there are signs advising against parking there as the area is patrolled and you may risk having your vehicle towed.
(This post was originally published on our sticks or stones blog, which is no longer in publication.)