Location: Dream Rock Silo and Comers Rock, Grayson County, Virginia

Five months after our March trip I was back at Dream Rock Silo, this time in the hot, green middle of August. My wife, a few friends and the dogs came along, and we squeezed in two hikes. The first went straight up the hill behind the silo. The second went to the Comers Rock Overlook in the Jefferson National Forest.
One of them had a view. The other one had a cloud.
Day one: straight up the hill behind the silo
The first hike, on August 5, 2017, was on the private land around Dream Rock Silo, and it was less of a trail and more of a suggestion. Our buddy Will led the way. Somebody accused him of hopping rocks, and he set the record straight: he wasn’t hopping rocks, he was hopping thorn bushes. The thorns were everywhere.

It was hot, and the dogs let us know about it. We stopped and poured water into our cupped hands for them, which is a great way to find out how gently a German shepherd can take a drink. Turns out pretty gently. “Don’t eat my hands, please” was still said out loud.


We never made the top. Halfway up we called it, turned around, and took in the valley and the ridgelines stacked behind it. Half the top still counts!

Day two: Comers Rock Overlook
On August 10 we drove over to Comers Rock, on top of Iron Mountain in the Jefferson National Forest near Elk Creek. It sits at 3,800 feet, and the Forest Service promises a 360-degree view from the overlook.
The trail up is lined with stone steps, and they’re impressive. Imagine how much work it took to get those steps up there. We spent a good part of the climb debating whether somebody hauled the rock in or just chiseled the steps out of what was already on the mountain.

It was clear when we started. By the time we reached the top, we’d hiked straight up into a cloud.

“Those views for miles!” Visibility was nil. You could see the stone pillars of the overlook and about ten feet of white past the railing. That’s what happens when you accidentally hike up into the clouds.

Honestly, it was still a blast. Everybody was damp, everybody was laughing, and a foggy summit makes a better story than a sunny one. If you go, check the forecast for the mountain, not the valley. They are two very different things.

CONCLUSION
Two days, two hikes, and neither one went to plan. We made it halfway up one hill and hiked into a cloud on the other, and I’d do both again tomorrow. The lesson is simple: go anyway, check the mountain forecast, carry enough water for the dogs, and count the fog as part of the story. Watch the video above to see the view we didn’t get.









