Girls Gone Mild

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By Jennifer Barger
Special to The Washington Post
Wednesday, May 14, 2003

I could barely see my girlfriends far ahead of me on the mountain path in West Virginia. Walking stick in hand, I huffed and puffed to the top of the incline, where a mammoth white satellite-looking thingy came into view in the valley below -- the National Radio Astronomy Observatory, it turned out. Its bigger-than-a-football-field antenna looked like the lair of a James Bond villain. But I knew once we passed the observatory, we would be nearly at the end of a beautiful yet grueling 10-mile hike.

My husband calls my fast-walking friends the Fitnessistas, three in-shape pals who haul me on long, sometimes punishing walks on the weekends. Leslie, Anne, Christine and I tramp along the C&O Canal, gossiping about husbands, jobs, kids and, occasionally, J. Lo's love life.

We wanted to take these walks to the next level: a hiking trip. The Fitnessistas -- outdoorsy types -- favored camping. Me, I'm a B&B babe. I want a warm bed and a cold glass of chardonnay after a day on the trail.

So when Leslie found the "Inn-to-Inn Walking Guide: Virginia & West Virginia," by Su Clauson-Wicker, it seemed like a way to satisfy everyone. Hard hikes for them, a soft mattress for me. Clauson-Wicker outlines 20 two- to three-day trips -- some 30 miles long, others just a few miles -- between country inns, bed-and-breakfasts and motels.

"I'd hiked in England and Scotland, and there are wonderful centuries-old trails with B&Bs and pubs along them," Clauson-Wicker said by phone from her home in Blacksburg. "I wanted to do that here, but I couldn't find any books on the subject. So I decided to write one."

Dozens of hikes later, she published the guide in 2001. Routes include a trek along the Virginia Beach waterfront and a two-day mountain hike starting at the swanky Greenbrier resort and ending at an antebellum mansion turned B&B. Most hikes link lodgings via bike trails, hiking paths and country roads; a few (like ours) require shuttles from the inn to the trailhead. For each the book gives walking times, difficulties and distances, lodging and maps.

After ruling out trips with motels (too dicey) and the Greenbrier hike (too pricey), we decided on a two-night adventure in Pocahontas County, W.Va., a region with many mountains and few people. Under a full moon, we set out on our "chicks in the sticks" weekend, singing along with "Take Me Home, Country Roads" as we drove to our first stop, the Elk River Inn in Slatyfork.

As our getaway Subaru barreled along curvy roads, we went over logistics. Extra socks? Check. Enough trail mix for lunch on the walk? Maybe. The book outlined everything from lunch stops to side trips (antiques shops, old mills, etc.), but prepping for the weekend involved some planning. I bought a backpack; Leslie arranged a shuttle -- provided free by the innkeepers -- from our final overnight back to where we'd dropped our car at Elk River.

After a soak in the inn's outdoor hot tub and a sleep in its rustic, comfortable farmhouse rooms, we awoke ready for the trail. We carbed up on good blueberry pancakes and coffee and then climbed into Elk River innkeeper Gil Willis's SUV for a short ride to the Allegheny Trail in Cass.

Nestled against the gushing Greenbrier River, Cass showed signs of its past as a logging company town. Identical white clapboard worker houses lined the main street, and the burned-out brick shell of the early-20th-century West Virginia Pulp and Paper Mill overshadowed the river. We browsed at the circa-1901 Cass Country Store.

"You'll want me to carry that pack by the end of the day," super-fit Anne told me, eyeing my stuffed bag that already felt like a steamer trunk. Eyes aimed skyward, where the endless ridge loomed, we began trudging up the skinny trail. Emerald green rhododendron drooped over the path, which climbed past cabins (some with driveways full of broken-down cars) before becoming what Clauson-Wicker's book promised -- one of the most solitary trails in the region.

Two hours into the trek, that enormous telescope antenna came into view, and we broke for a hummus and cheese lunch. The vistas -- not to mention the StairMaster-like workout -- made us linger. "I could eat this entire block of Colby with no remorse," Christine said.


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