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Posted on: Sunday, September 3, 2006

Potomac via canoe perfect seat for nature's show

By Gary Lee
Washington Post

The North Fork of the South Branch of the Potomac, in West Virginia, bears little resemblance to the river's more urban look downstream. Eagles, herons, beautiful scenery and clear water make it a perfect retreat.

STEVE SHALUTA | West Virginia Tourism via Los Ange

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IF YOU GO ...

GETTING THERE: Petersburg, W.Va., a good base for exploring the upper Potomac, is a 3-hour drive west of Washington. From Interstate 81, take Exit 296 and Route 55 west to Petersburg. Go left at Moorefield onto U.S. Route 220 and take it 12 1/2 miles to Petersburg.

WHERE TO STAY: The Wildernest Inn, off Route 220, between Petersburg and Franklin, (888) 621-2948, www.wildernestinn.com offers spacious rooms and lovely views of South Mill Creek Lake. Rates start at $115 a night and include breakfast. For a less extravagant but still good hotel, try the Homestead Inn Motel, on Route 55, a mile past Petersburg, (304) 257-1049. It's clean, a cut above basic and well-located. Doubles, including a continental breakfast, go for $55 a night. For campers, there are various options. We chose Eagle's Nest Outfitters for our canoe and campsite. The site on the private campground had a fire pit and prime riverside location, but busy Route 55 was within earshot. Cost is $6 per person per night.

BEING THERE: Eagle's Nest Outfitters, (304) 257-2393, www.eaglesnestoutfitters.com, features a wide range of canoe, kayak, tubing and raft trips. The rate for renting canoes, including transport, life jackets and paddles, ranges from $30 to $70 a day depending on the length and type of trip. The season runs from April to October. In the busy early summer, reserve in advance. For fishing, a license, which costs $18 a day (plus a surcharge for trout), is required. Check out activities in the Monongahela National Forest (304) 636-1800, www.fs.fed .us/r9/mnf, which spans more than 900,000 acres. There also are several state parks in the area (800) 225-5982, www.wvstateparks.com.

INFORMATION: West Virginia Mountain Highlands, (877) 982-6877, www.mountainhighlands.com.

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I had admired the views of the Potomac from every possible Washington angle — the steps of the Jefferson Memorial, waterside restaurants in Georgetown, the Kennedy Center terrace. But where does it come from? I wanted to see the source of this big river, to get in it and glide along from the headwaters, or somewhere near there.

And so, on a sunny Saturday last month, there I was just outside Petersburg, W.Va., paddle in hand, bracing for a rocky ride along a Potomac that bore little resemblance to the river that meanders past Alexandria. In the August heat, I had expected the current to have mellowed to a tame level. But after setting us up with a canoe, a boating outfitter warned us what an unruly child this part of the Potomac can be. On that note, we pushed off into the less-traversed stretch of Washington's signature waterway, just about the uppermost part of the river on which less-experienced boaters can easily paddle.

Officially, this stretch is called the North Fork of the South Branch of the Potomac, a complicated name for a gorgeous place. The Potomac Nature Show kicked off right away. Trout and bass glided through the water. Great blue heron, hawks, the occasional bald eagle and other colorful winged creatures fluttered overhead. Their cawing and chirping provided nature's version of easy-listening music. Ahead, a quartet of deer pranced across a narrow neck of water. A black bear lumbered across a road. This was a far rawer version of the Potomac than the one along the Georgetown Harbor.

In some spots, it cascaded swiftly. In others, it was shallow enough for an adolescent to trudge across. Sometimes no more than a couple of body lengths across, lined with trees within reach of passing boaters, it was far more intimate than the expansive parts of the lower river.

This northeastern corner of the Mountain State, blanketed in green, was also different from any backdrop I'd seen elsewhere along the river's banks. Among the rising peaks of the Allegheny Mountains, the bright yellow and blue wildflowers and thick patches of conifers were everywhere. Small farms with white silos and red barns popped up along the winding roads. Occasionally, there were other bodies of water: Mill Creek, Deer Run and other streams. But this stretch of the river was the life of the region.

This is just what my fellow paddler, Bill Blackwell, a seventysomething granddad, and I had in mind: a place near the beginning of the river where we could canoe. Hightown, Va., the official spot of the headwaters of the South Branch of the Potomac, was about 60 miles upstream. Daredevil canoeists sometimes try their hand in those waters. The Smoke Hole region, about 30 miles from the headwaters, is also favored by more experienced paddlers. The confluence of the south and north branches, just east of Green Spring in Hampshire County, W.Va., was more than 100 miles downriver. This section, running through Pendleton, Grant and Hardy counties, is the closest spot to the headwaters recommended for novices like me.

Our base was the snug Eagle's Nest campground, a small commercial area with a few spots for camping. Perched in a grassy meadow off Route 55, it was close enough to the river that we could hear its constant gurgle. A field of corn and an imposing cliff were our neighbors. In a region that is home to a large population of bald eagles, one swooped along the river and through the nearby woods at sunset.

The day spent maneuvering along the Potomac was the centerpiece of our trip. Our push-off point was a narrow inlet near the center of Petersburg. A couple of fishermen stood at the edge of this trout-rich stretch.

In all, the day was either light paddling or look-Ma-no-hands gliding as the river moved us along. River traffic was also light. A family of four, down for a weekend from Baltimore, floated along in two canoes. Tubers also drifted along, their feet dangling overboard in the refreshing water. And five men in kayaks pushed farther downstream.

Later we had dinner by the campfire — spinach, garlic mashed potatoes and charcoal-grilled steak. There would be a post-dinner show, too: mountains shifting to a deep blue, songbirds chirping softly, fish jumping and river water so clear you could see the sand-covered floor.

But for half a morning and a glorious afternoon, I was content to sit upright in my front-row canoe seat, watching birds swoop, beavers scurry in the nearby brush and other creatures make cameo appearances. This was the Potomac I had been searching for.