Say Hello to America’s Newest National Park, New River Gorge
Photos by Blake Snow
“Get Out There” is a column for itchy footed humans written by Paste contributor Blake Snow. Although weird now, travel is still worthwhile—especially to these open borders.
I adore John Denver’s “Country Road,” which is synonymous with West Virginia all over the world. But I never would have visited “The Mountain State” had New River Gorge not been named the nation’s newest National Park. Maybe I was a little prejudiced after learning about its coal mining mishaps, which left an enduring stain on the otherwise beautiful state and its unpretentious people.
Whatever it was, I was wrong. West Virginia deserves your attention. Its newest and only national park is everything it’s cracked up to be; an outstanding place to river raft, mountain bike, hike, and rock climb. Although its 2020 designation was slightly overshadowed by the pandemic, my recent visit proved that the floodgates are open and ready to welcome new visitors to the rolling green Appalachians that are as big as any I’ve ever seen.
Here’s what to know and where to go.
Rafting Greener Apalachia
I soon learned I was someplace special after landing at Charleston’s small mountaintop airport. That feeling continued as I drove through this beautiful mountain capital en route to my final destination, nearby Fayetteville, another adorable mountain town that serves as a gateway to New River Gorge National Park. Both towns were brimming with downtown art galleries, live music, delicious restaurants, and one-of-a-kind shops.
But I didn’t come to shop. I came to adventure. I was here for hundreds of miles of hiking, biking, and rafting on the world’s second oldest river under the nation’s third largest bridge. (Although toe holds aren’t my forte, New River Gorge is also known for some of the best rock climbing east of the Mississippi.) That’s a big deal, officials tell me, because West Virginia is within a day’s drive for two thirds of Americans.
On the first day, my buddy and I hiked the Endless Wall Trail to scout out some of the rapids we would be hitting that afternoon. Although I live in the mountain west, I was still intimidated by the near 1000 foot cliffs we walked around, stopping to take in the fantastic views at Diamond Point. After that we drove the 900 foot tall bridge back to Long Point Trail and openly wondered how they built said bridge while contemplating it at the end of the hike.