As Winter is coming to a close, and warmer weather is just around the corner, this week enjoy some photos from the (sadly and surprisingly) only hike I went on last year. In late September a few friends of mine checked out a newer park and trail in Shenandoah, with the side-quest of searching for some of the abandoned buildings and vehicles left in the area. Seven Bends Park in the Shenandoah Valley’s small town of Woodstock opened in late 2019, built on the site of a former kids summer camp, which is why there are abandoned outhouses, athletic courts, and even a rusted 60s era school bus if you look through the dense overgrowth.
We set out on a mission to hike from one end of the park to a bridge toward the opposite side where the rusted bus was said to be located near. In total we hiked 9 miles in 3.5hrs, stopping at several of the emergency escape bridges this park features; bordering the Shenandoah River, the lower sections of this park can become flooded and inaccessible, so for safety, there are emergency escape bridges over the river at certain spots so an outdoorsman won’t become isolated in the wilderness during a flash flood or storm surge. It should be noted that all of these bridges lead off public land and exit out onto private properties; either people’s cabins, or farmland - regardless, if you exit the park via one of these bridges, you’re trespassing if not doing so in an emergency situation.
That said, we did venture out on a few of these bridges to see if we could spot the bus from a different angle, because we just weren’t seeing the bus where my urban exploration friend who suggested this park just to find this bus thought it was supposed to be. After devoting quite a bit of time pouncing through overgrowth to see some of the abandoned structures, talking with a beekeeper tending hives at the on-site apiary, and unsuccessfully looking for the mythical bus, we started our trek back from the opposite end of the park to be back at the car by sunset. Upon reaching the car, we found a young peahen roaming around, and to my surprise it wasn’t aggressive - it was cautiously curious, and gradually zigzagged closer as my urban explorer friend and I quietly took pictures of its developing feathers; peahens don’t have the large plumage peacocks are known for, but still bear a coat of iridescent feathers in dazzling blue, purple, and green.
We got in the car as the sun had dropped below the mountains, and head out. Just past the park gate, I looked out and commented without thinking, “oh look, someone is standing on that footbridge.” A quiet pause, and and we all looked at each other. “Wait. There’s a bridge?” None of us had seen it in daylight on the drive in, but I’d spotted another one at dusk on the way out, not even ¼mi outside the main gate. “Okay, stop stop stop stop stop.” We parked on a little pulloff on one of the mountain’s dirt chicanes where we’d seen a car parked on our arrival and even commented it was in an odd spot. When we got out, there was a small trailhead with stairs leading down to another escape bridge. “Damnit dude, did you get your bridges mixed up?” One of our friends who joined us who always talks about wanting to go hiking, but always complains about it once we’re actually on a trail, was processing *all the emotions* at this point, realizing we’re both about to hike at least some more, in the dark no less, but also that the 9 miles we’d put in were probably “pointless.”
If you ask me, no hiking is pointless, so I was just entertained by the whole situation. Sure enough, hopping off the trail for a few hundred feet and scaling the mountain’s overgrowth above the Shenandoah River, there was the bus. It had to have somehow slid off the switchback above, because there was no way to drive any vehicle here, or off this steep spot it had landed in. Like our previous off-trail excursions the entire day, only my explorer friend and I checked out the bus and even made our way inside; our other two friends watched us from the bridge as the sky quickly lost all light. I didn’t pack a proper flashlight this trip, so I broke out my iPhone to add some needed light and mood - this is a spot we’d both like to return to; we both have portrait ideas, and I want to bring my Speedlites and gels to light the bus for some spooky vibes. The interior was completely stripped except for some gauges and fuses, coated in rust and wasp nests.
Seven Bends Park has several other trails that we didn’t explore, so it’s still on our list to return to.
