Across the river from Thurmond, West Virginia, we continue our journey eastward along McKendree Road. After about two miles the road crosses the river at Stone Cliff. After crossing the river the road turns to dirt and gravel. At Stone Cliff camping is permitted and there are rest rooms but no shower facilities or electricity. A footpath from Stone Cliff up along the river is a nice area for spring wildflowers and after about one mile you come to Big Stony Creek which has some nice waterfalls when water flow is up (best time is in spring). I’ve never ventured beyond Big Stony Creek so I don’t know how far the path goes.
A word of caution about McKendree Road. Google maps correctly shows that it goes all the way east to Prince, WV but east of Thayer, WV the road quickly becomes almost impassable. Landslides, fallen trees and other such obstacles often block the way. It should be avoided unless you have a vehicle suitable for off-road. However, between Stone Cliff and Thayer the road isn’t too bad.
As you leave Claremont the road soon goes up along the sides of the hills. Access to the rails would require a considerable walk through the woods. At Thayer, however, a side road heads down to the tracks and a grade crossing leading to a parking area where river access is available. There is little in Thayer to see. Only about 10 or so people still live there and there are a number of abandoned houses and other structures. A few of the houses have seasonal occupancy due to the ease of river access.
As we continue east from Quinnemont we come to the ghost town of Glade, located about half-way between Quinnemont and Meadow Creek (MP 374). Glade had a population of about 70. Those pillars are all that is left of the bridge which once connected Glade to the town of Hamlet. Hamlet is also now a ghost town. Not much remains in either town except for a few scattered items and foundations of long gone structures. Across the river is Glade Creek canyon and the former location of the narrow gauge Glade Creek and Raleigh Railroad. It was strictly a logging operation. The former rail bed is now a fine hiking trail taking you over five miles into the beautiful canyon. The access to Glade Creek is by a five mile long dirt road which begins across the river from Prince, WV. Camping is available in multiple places.
The Richmond family has been in this area since at least the 1700’s. Before the railroad came (1873) merchandise came to this area by boat on the New River. Sandstone Falls (once called Richmond Falls) was a major obstacle. Boats were off-loaded above the falls, then the Richmond family moved the goods by road to below the falls where they were again loaded onto boats. Boats continued down river to Terry (just below Prince) where they were off-loaded and the goods then taken by wagon up Batoff Mountain to the plateau. Eventually the Richmonds built a race around the falls on the south side, the remains of which are still there. Water no longer flows through it but it contains standing water.
The north side view of Sandstone Falls is accessible only by boat or along the rails. It’s an easy walk and there are plenty of places to explore and just enjoy the view.
We have reached the eastern terminus of the New River Sub and the end of our journey. Here at Hinton the Allegheny Sub begins. Some real mountain railroading begins here and there are some really great ran fan locations between here and Clifton Forge, Virginia.
Even though this journey took six installments I still feel as though what I’ve given is a brief summary. The history of the Gorge is filled with far more stories than I’ve related and there are many great rail fan opportunities. Still, it’s been fun.
If you plan to explore the Gorge, or are just interested in its history I highly recommend you purchase a copy of the New River Atlas, by W.E. Trout. (Amazon lists this title as out of print, but it appears that copies are available on the Virginia Canals & Navigation Society’s website-ed.)
Hope to see you in the Gorge!
Any time I visit the New River Gorge I almost always spend some time in Thurmond. For rail fans visiting southern West Virginia, Thurmond is certainly a must see place. Almost all of the railroad structures which crowded this narrow strip of flat land are gone. Still, there is much about this place which carries you back a hundred years to the boom times of the New River coal fields. A great deal has been written about Thurmond, much of it available on-line, and I’ll not do a history summary here. But I will touch on some of the highlights. Read more
The Town of Boyce, Virginia and its railway depot have enjoyed a long history together. Nearly as old as the town, the 1913 structure served as its public gathering place, the portal through which travel and commerce passed, and became Boyce’s icon.
Indeed, it was the crossing of a newly-built Shenandoah Valley Railroad with the Winchester and Berry’s Ferry Turnpike that prompted the birth of a new community in formerly dense, forested land. Unlike Berryville, White Post, and Millwood, the Boyce community—briefly named Boyceville—sprung forth around a stop along the tracks relatively late in Clarke County’s development. The town would not have existed were it not for the arrival of the Shenandoah Valley Railroad in 1879. Read more
Fifty years ago Railroading was far different from today. My introduction to the Maine Central started in 1964 when I went to Colby College in Waterville. Once exposed, I became fascinated by this amazing industry, the people who worked in it, and the coordination and teamwork required to run the railroad.
The Maine Central, Scott Paper, Hathaway Shirts, Keyes Fiber and Colby were among the largest employers, and Waterville was a thriving industrial community.
The Maine Central Railroad was originally known to me only as a name painted on a boxcar. I knew very little about railroading, but I had always enjoyed puzzles, and how this industry worked became a lifelong interest and hobby. Read more
The drummer* stepped off the westbound Austin & Northwestern Railroad train onto the wet wooden platform, a carpetbag in one hand, a leather-sheathed cardboard sample case in the other, wishing he had booked another night in Austin at the Depot Hotel. He was glad it was only sprinkling when he walked the few blocks from his hotel to Austin’s Union Station. With a sigh he set both down, pulled his coat tighter around him in a useless attempt to set off the bone-chilling dampness of the evening. If it weren’t for the rain – a downpour of the kind seemingly known only to Central Texas – and a washed out bridge a few miles up the line, he’d be spending the night in Llano at the Dabbs where he had reserved a room. Picking up his bags he fell in with his fellow passengers, all but a few stranded like himself, toward the large hotel across the tracks.Read more
In Part Three we had just arrived at the Sewell Bridge. Here on the south side of the Sewell Bridge was the location of the western terminus of the Southside Junction. Most of the mining in the Gorge was “drift mining” – coal seams were exposed on the mountain slopes and all that required was building access up to the seam and then mining into it. Since the New River had simply interrupted the various seams, those on the north side were continued on the slopes of the south side. The Southside Junction was built to accommodate mining these other seams. The Southside Junction ran from here up to Dun Glen across from Thurmond, West Virginia.