Hiking Maryland’s
Catoctin Mountain
Standing
at the edge of Chimney Rock, high above the emerald-green swoops and rises of
Maryland's Catoctin Mountain National Park, the only thought scrolling through
my mind was, "jump!"
Lush,
hardwood forest raced in every direction. The deep green waves rolled toward
the horizon and were pockmarked only by a few aerie outcrops similar to the one
on which I currently stood. Atop this crag, one of many located in this small
grouping of mountains that make up a sort of Appalachian range offspring in
northwestern Maryland, the sun shone in a clear blue sky and the land fed my
eyes with overwhelming generosity.
But
despite the extraordinary view, that nagging feeling just wouldn't go away. It
was that familiar, strange lurch you get in your stomach on the timorous
approach toward a sheer drop. You know the feeling; we all get it. It is
simultaneously thrilling and terrifying. You get it on bridges, tall building
balconies, and double black diamond trails. And mountain tops, of course. At a
base level, it is far from masochistic. In fact, it is more pride than suicide;
an internal jab that taunts Death, “nah nah, nah nah you can’t get me.”
Still,
at Chimney Rock, I really wanted to jump.
Immediately
in front of me a crevasse carved down into the mountain range. It was shallow
enough to see the forest floor but deep enough to end the life of some poor
soul with an unfortunate foothold.
The
masochistic pride slid over into foolish courage, I took a half step backward,
inhaled and lunged forward in oblivion.
Before
I could close my eyes, my left foot touched solid ground. The right foot
immediately after. I steadied myself and glanced over my shoulder. What was a
gorge three seconds before, was now just a two and a half foot crack. Granted,
a crack that plunged 30 or more feet to the jagged mountain slope below. But
hindsight is a great confidence booster.
Over
on the side where I started was where the hiking trail emptied out onto a
grouping of terraced rocks that clung to the mainland mountainside. They
stepped down towards the crack, like a natural, uneven staircase. There were
stunning views of the mountain range but I knew the full effect was waiting
atop the rocky island rising high above the forest floor.
To
be fair, especially to the teenager nearby who was jumping airily from one side
to the other and scampering over the cliff edges like a caffeinated, daredevil
squirrel, I had taken the easy way over. I lunged over the crack onto a
wide-open platform walled by a six-foot high ledge, marred with handholds for
easy grasping. But further up where the crack was a little smaller, was a deep
scar that shot down the side of the island. Braver folks than I – and by braver
I mean dumber and by folks I mean the teenager – had reached across, gripped
the inside of the crack, pulled their body over the gap and wedged up the scar.
Good
for him. I was over too and I didn’t need the blind invincibility of youth to
get there.
Despite
my pride and sense of accomplishment at taking a giant step over a moderately
scary hole, I was only on the first tier of Chimney Rock. So I gripped the
ledge and hoisted myself up to the top of the island.
I
got my foothold on the reddish-pink rock and when I rose, opened my eyes to an
unrivaled panorama.
The
world fell away from every side of my rocky pillar, collapsing into emerald
hues that swept off undulating to the horizon.
I
crept out to the furthest point and looked down at the top of a tree. Prudence
bade me sit.
Coupled
with a blue sky and sunshine, the spot reminded me of the great mountains far
west of there in places like Yosemite or Colorado. Smaller, of course, without
that sweeping grandeur, and yet a whole lot more attainable. Catoctin’s size is
an asset; it’s location a pleasant surprise.
Earlier,
the hike up was somewhat taxing, uphill with a fair amount of switchbacks. But
it was quick, well maintained and not crowded. The National Park Service
website claims it is the most strenuous hike in the park due to the steepness,
but I’d mark it as an overall moderate 3. 8 mile roundtrip loop. A few
different trailheads start from various locales, making Chimney Rock a
manageable two hour hike to its peak elevation of 1419 feet.
I
had started on the Wolf Rock / Chimney Rock Loop from the Catoctin Visitors
Center. From there, it was 1.8 miles up to Wolf Rock, the lesser attraction
along this woodland carnival route. A half mile later, the trail dumped out at
Chimney Rock.
Many
visitors to Baltimore or Washington, D.C. rarely venture far from the Inner
Harbor or National Mall. But this upper corner of Maryland was offering more
stunning sights than either city.
And
history, of course, is not far from anywhere in this region. As I sat on my
perch, I began to wonder if I might catch a glimpse of the Leader of the Free
World. Camp David, the Presidential retreat, is located in Catoctin Mountain
National Park. The location of high-powered secret meetings, peace accords and
tales around the campfire with world leaders was somewhere below me, hidden in
the labyrinth of trees that crawled up hillsides and down into valleys. Who
knows, maybe Obama, Putin and Netanyahu were roasting marshmallows and singing
Kumbaya?
International
politics aside, there really is nothing like clean air and a mountain top view
to erase your mind to the point of ease. For a few blissful minutes, I sat atop
Chimney Rock thinking of nothing. No feelings but a warm draft caressing the
edge of the outcrop.
The
calm was broke by an enormous bird that launched up from the trees countless
miles away. It caught an updraft and soared to the clouds, which, for me,
seemed just barely out of reach. It was too far away for me to tell what kind
of bird it was.
Nevertheless,
I was a bit envious while I watched him fly. In a few moments, I could use a
pair of wings. That terrifying thrill was returning to my stomach. I still had
to get back to the other side. But this time, I wasn’t nearly so eager to jump.
For more on hiking to Chimney Rock in the Catoctin Mountain National Park, go to http://www.nps.gov/cato/planyourvisit/upload/ChimneyRockloop.pdf
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