...then you just don't know what you are missing!!
In the warmer months, we paddle the rivers while the winter is reserved for hikes, but on all outings you can count on at least 3 constants:
Being outside somewhere in our beautiful river basin, (perhaps a site that is new to you),
Learning more about history, wildlife or hiking and paddling,
Meeting new friends and having a fabulous time.
The meeting point was at the NC 704 Access off Water Street in Madison. After getting all the boats staged down near the water, we gathered round for introductions and to hear a brief overview of what we could expect to see and learn on today's trip.
Next, it was off to shuttle vehicles to a private take-out at Jacob's Creek, then, back to the launching point.
The first site was the 704 bridge and a small chute through the bedrock rapids. As we passed underneath, the traffic overhead signaled our last encounter with civilization for the next two hours.
This float took us through at least 7 structures built in the 19th century to make the river more usable by flat-bottomed batteaux, the long, narrow workhorses of river commerce in the region.
Dr. Butler, an authority on the Dan River navigation system, interpreted the landings, sluices, and wing dams that were built in the 1820s and expanded as late as the 1880s. Designed to direct water into channels through rapids and ledges, the structures today make the river Class 1, suitable for novice paddlers, and floatable even in times of extreme drought. Perhaps the most interesting site is Slink Shoal Sluice and wingdams, the longest sluice and the only surviving log-crib wingdams on the river.
Each sluice and wingdam was especially exciting having learned the history of the navigation system from Lindley. Some sluices on the Dan, Mayo, and Smith Rivers were actully modified native American structures known as fish weirs.
We stopped for lunch on Lone Island, where the river was forded during the American Revolution.










On a blustery fall day in mid October, Dan River Basin members gathered at the home of Wayne and Betty Kirkpatrick for the monthly "DRBA third Saturday outing." The Kirkpatrick's have a beautiful farm in the rolling hills of Patrick County in Stuart, VA, where they graciously hosted this Saturday's event.


It didn't take long for the group to start spreading out along the trail into smaller groups, all hiking at thier own pace.
The fall colors were just beginning to peak and we were treated to fabulous shades of gold and red from the many hardwoods along the ridge. The deep crimson red of the sourwood trees and the brilliant yellow of the hickories stood out against a lush green backdrop of thick rhododendrons.
The Closed Gentian was still hanging onto its wildflower purple as a reminder that summer is gone but not forgotten.
The Bull Mountain range towers above the rolling hills of Patrick County and it sometimes becomes shrouded in fog. That's when the mountain can turn deadly for unlucky air travelers. On a side trail near the top, we took a detour to visit the Memorial to the airmen of a B-24 on a training mission that crashed on the mountain back in 1944.
This propeller stands as silent testament to that fateful day, engraved with the names of the crew. On the way home, Wayne also took us around the east side where we viewed a memorial cross high on the ridge, erected as a memorial to the Hendrickson racing family plane crash in 2005.
Bull Mountain is also known for it's vein of staurolite crystals, better known as Fairystones or Fairy crosses. The vein runs the length of the mountain range and although we did not spend much time hunting Fairystones, just observing the rocks along the trail you could see staurolite crystals exposed in the matrix rock at certain elevations.
Arriving at the summit, we all took a break and had some lunch at the Bull Mountain Fire Tower. Exploring the northeast flank of the mountain just beyond the tower, the hickory's seemed to be the dominate tree, and the forest seemed to glow with yellow fire.
