Our day started out with the perfect combination of environmental factors. We had a perfect weather forecast, mild temperatures, and a buzz of excitement in the air. Starting at the Northern Terminus, we were pleasantly surprised by the beauty of the trail. The trail had become a bit overgrown in some places, but at that point it was of no concern. It wasn't until later that afternoon that we had begun to regret our decision.
As the day progressed, the trail slowly became increasingly unmarked. Adding to our dismay, it also became more unkempt and eventually impassable. By the time we had reached our final point, we were completely exhausted. The miles of brush, briars, and felled logs we had negotiated along the path had taken their toll, both physically and mentally. We could hear the cars passing along Interstate 64, but the trail had completely disappeared into a tangled web of brush. We found a narrow passage and climbed nearly 150' to the top of a ridge. We could almost see our destination, but the odds were against us and so was time. Daylight was passing so quickly, and we only had a few hours left to cover another 8 miles. The condition of the trail had robbed us of our journey, and hope was lost.
Our trail to that point had covered 12.2 miles, but the unmarked path and obstacles that forced our detours had taken us over 17 miles. We had no other option but to turn around and return to the Suspended Bridge. There we could call for someone to pick us up, and that is exactly what we did.
I believe that other parts of this trail will yield more promising results, but until further official notice, I would not recommend this section of the trail to anyone. There were some beautiful moments, but the hours of time wasted climbing through downed brush and briars was unbearable.
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