The Quietness of Skyline Drive in Winter


Route 33 climbs the western slope of Virginia’s Blue Ridge Mountains.

There’s a particular magic living in the shadow of Shenandoah National Park especially since we are able to visit in all seasons of the year. Winter is especially inviting because there are few, if any, visitors. With the spring-like streak of weather we were experiencing in late February, Mr. Mitchell and I decided to spend a day in the winter woods. At this time of year, with no leaf canopy, the vistas open as far as the eye can see, and the forest floor is visible with its rock outcroppings, ravines, old rock walls, and the indention of ancient roadways from the days before there was a Park.

dscn6478-2We decided to drive north from Staunton on Rt. 11 to Weyers Cave, then took Keezletown Road to Rt. 33 and turned east  toward the Blue Ridge Mountains.  Ascending the mountain, I always feel the decades fall away the higher we climb, returning to an earlier time when these ridges and hollows were home to the pioneers who lived here before their land was taken away by the government to make way for the Park.  In my lifetime, signs of the past have disappeared and, though it’s still possible to see a rock foundation or find a family cemetery or maybe the crumbling remains of a long-ago rugged fence, the forest has almost completed its takeover of the land.


dscn6482-2At Swift Run Gap, we stopped at the entrance station to talk with the ranger, then turned south on Skyline Drive to slowly make our way to Afton Mountain. There were few people — perfect. Temp was in the upper 40s but skies were overcast and the brisk wind had icicles on it.

dscn6485-2South to Waynesboro….

dscn6491-2The first thing that was noticeable from Skyline Drive were the winter views that sweep out across the slopes and valleys and to the horizon in the distance. Stepping out of the car to take pictures, the next noticeable thing was the brisk, cold wind that draped its frigid fingers across my face. Winter makes me think about, and admire, the hardy men and women who raised families in this isolated, sometimes harsh, land that was tucked away from the world in the days before reliable roads and better communications.

dscn6493-2View of Massanutten Mountain’s ski slopes from Skyline Drive.

dscn6495-2I spent a lot of time in these mountains as a child with my family on camping trips. Even now, the wonder has never left.


dscn6498-2It was a slow, enjoyable trip as we stopped at overlook after overlook, stepping outside into the cold wind to take pictures and enjoy the views. Then a gust of wind would send us scurrying back into the warmth of the car, and we would head toward our next stop.










We had taken lunch with us but I don’t remember the name of the overlook where we tailgated in the car. The wind was too blustery and chilly to sit outside so we gazed out the windows over the mountain ridges and far-off fire road visible through the winter woods, chatting as we ate.dscn6512-2

Although we make frequent trips to Shenandoah, we may not be back before the first signs of spring because the Blue Ridge Parkway is beckoning with a possible stop at Peaks of Otter, and the annual Maple Festival will lure us to the back roads of Highland County and surrounding area. There isn’t much more time to enjoy the winter woods before spring quietly moves in, making us wait until next November to again enjoy the quiet of winter and wide-open landscapes. Spring is right around the corner but for now it’s still winter in the high country.

Photos by Lynn R. Mitchell

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One thought on “The Quietness of Skyline Drive in Winter

  1. C.T. Lucy, Jr. says:

    Looks exactly like the time I (as a VEPCO mobile radio technician) was sent to Harrisonburg to repair a couple of truck-mounted radios – (about 1953) – on a cold cloudy day in Richmond. I drove a 1949 Ford business coupe loaded with spare parts, extra mobile units, tubes, etc. Just before I started to go up to Swift Run Gap, it started snowing. By the time I hit the Gap, it was a bout 6 inches deep. Somehow, I managed to more or less slide down to Elkton, where the first thing I saw was an ESSO station, which I slid into and had my chains (thank you Vepco) installed. The car had a lot of weight, so with the chains I could go just about anywhere. Snow was now a foot deep. Contrary to company policy, I had to act like a bull-dozer and push several vehicles off Rt. 33 to clear my way to Harrisonburg. They weren’t expecting me asking “What in hell are you doing here in this snowstorm?” The answer was simple – “Boss said to get here and fix the stuff that wasn’t working, and whatever the boss told me to do, I do!!” In order to get back to Richmond, I had to drive south on Rt. 11 to Staunton, and take 250 back to Richmond. 18-wheelers and cars were all over route 11, but by the time I got to Afton, snow was much less, and when I got off Afton east, I had to stop and take the chains off. It was clear sailing back to Richmond. Valley weather is always unpredictable, but the scenery that day was exactly like your photos.

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