Pilot Mountain is the real name that inspired the town next door on The Andy Griffith Show (Andy’s hometown is Mount Airy, which got Hollywoodized to “Mayberry”; presumably Andy approved it to protect the identities of Otis the Town Drunk and Earnest T. Bass, the stone-throwing lunatic). Remember how somebody was always heading over to Mount Pilot?

There is a little town called Pilot Mountain, right at the foot of the peak of the same name, which looks conspicuously like the place where Zeus might have been weaned. The nipple is actually called the Big Pinnacle, which rises to over 2400 feet, a tall peak indeed for these parts. (The Appalachian Mountains start rising in earnest about 100 miles west of here).

North Carolina Highway 52 runs right past Pilot Mountain State Park, and the peak rises like a volcano beyond your windshield as you drive up from Winston-Salem (just over 20 miles). Getting there is beyond easy: once you see the teat peak, just drive till you see the signs for the state park. Once you’re there, you can drive straight to the top. Here’s the route I ended up hiking:

Mind you this is just three miles of hiking, though my GPS says I had over 900 feet of up-and-down. I ended up in sweaty, exhausted lump afterwards (only thing not gassed: my feet — three miles is three miles where they’re concerned.)

Turns out if your first hike after five weeks of lazing around is on a 90/90 (heat/humidity) day, you’re going to tire out about three times sooner; lassitude plus air thick as peanut butter added about five miles to this hike (I’m banking the altitude excuse; someday I’ll really need it).

Just sayin’, not complainin’. Being a stinky hiker means I’m actually getting some hiking done. It’s better than, well, blogging about hiking, but I’ve kept y’all waiting too long already.

Frankly, this is a beautiful little three-miler, worthy of any of the hikes in the Bay Area; it’s much rockier than most of Bay Area trails and the vistas look out over open land, an improvement over suburbia. It has the layered stone you see in all the Appalachian Trail journals; the trails I hiked were very well groomed and not the least bit muddy despite a massive thunderstorm yesterday afternoon.

Of course the Triad is a big enough metro area (over 1.6 million) that discerning outdoorsfolks can nag the state into keeping things nice at their nearest neighboring state park. We’ll see how things are farther afield, though I wouldn’t be surprised to find most NC state parks in better shape than their California peers, given that California is a bit oversubscribed in the state park department.

Long as we’re on the subject: North Carolina seems like it’s turning into California anyway: I saw one group of South Asian hikers and noticed that at least half the climbers (out of a dozen or so) had a decidedly Yankee inflection to their manner of speaking, if you get my drift.

OK, enough blabbing, let’s see some pictures:

Yeah, it’s a national landmark and everything.

Parking is near the Little Pinnacle, which offers a nice overlook at the Big Pinnacle; you hike around the Big one, but not to the top. No climbing there either, which I’m sure peeves the belaying masses, but it ensures excellent strolling because you don’t have to step around ’em.

This little sub-one-mile out-and-back sets a high standard for future NC hikes. Rocky, shady, mostly flat. Heck, I’m not sure a strong rain would spoil it.

Something’s eating this leaf.

The trail to the Big Pinnacle splits but either way loops around the hilltop so it doesn’t matter which way you turn. This is the first big rock wall on my route.

Melissa noted this looks like a stone sandwich. (Note to self: look up why the stone is layered like this).

Trees grow out of rocks here, too. And I take their portraits.

Frankly if I were a climber I’d be galled that a nice formation like this one is off limits.

So on the way back along this route I saw this sign for the Ledge Springs Trail, which is billed as “2 miles strenuous.” There’s also a sign warning that straying off the trail and falling off the cliffs is bad for your health. I figured “how hard could 2 miles be?” and learned that if there’s enough up-and-down through a rocky trail on a steamy hot day you can run your battery into the red zone in short order. A shame because this, too, is an excellent little trail.

Another cliff on the Ledge Springs Trail.

These climbers had so much gear, it looked like somebody had crashed a plane carrying an REI shipment.

I suspect this is one of the Ledge Springs.

Stone also has fascinating colors in addition to the layers.

Just so you’ll know: East Coast buzzards are very large; perhaps not as ugly as the turkey vultures common in Bay Area skies.

I took a use trail to this overlook and paused for lunch. Any park with views like this is aces with me.

Another view from the parking lot at the Small Pinnacle.

Overall, I’m psyched about the prospects of hiking around here. Of course it’ll be even better farther up into the hills, but it’s good to know there’s a nice park just down the road.

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