Lots of great photos to give you a good idea of what riding here is like!
Babcock State Park offers its guests 4,127 acres of serene, yet rugged beauty, with a frolicking trout stream and mountainous vistas to be viewed from several scenic overlooks. All of this variety is located a short distance from Summersville and the New River Gorge National River - the heart of the whitewater rafting industry of West Virginia.
Home to arguably the most photographed spot in West Virginia, Babcock State Park is off the beaten path but certainly worth visiting if not for biking or hiking, then for its ambience alone. This is probably one of the most visited of West Virginia’s many state parks due to the presence of the famous Grist Mill located on fast-flowing Glade Creek, which winds its way through a canyon strew with massive boulders and replete with waterfalls. The grist mill has appeared in many national publications and calendars. Reconstructed from portions of old mills throughout the state, the fully operable mill offers freshly ground cornmeal, buckwheat and whole wheat flour to park guests. The basic structure of the mill came from the Stoney Creek Grist Mill which dates back to 1890.
The closest “town” is Clifftop, but I use that term loosely since all you’ll find there is a gas station and convenience store. If you’re coming from the north, you’ll hit Summersville before you get to the park; coming from the west, you’ll drive past Beckley; and coming from the east or south, Lewisburg is the nearest town of any size. You’ll find ample lodging at all these spots. Otherwise, plan on camping at the park or renting one of the many picturesque cabins.
Picturesque is the optimum term when discussing Babcock. The vistas are awesome and it has some of the best rustic cabins outside of Watago, which lies to the east. During the ever-popular fall foliage season, both of those parks’ cabins are rented out a year in advance. If you don’t book them early, you’re not going get them in September or October!
A variety of accommodations are available for guests, including 26 cabins in two styles and a 51-site campground with 27 electric hookups. Among Babcock's recreational features are a swimming pool, horseback riding, extensive hiking and cross-country ski trails, a seasonal interpretive program and Boley Lake, a 19-acre impoundment for boating and fishing.
Adjacent to the park, Camp Washington Carver offers a wide range of weekend dinner theater productions, concerts, dances and do-wop nights that further enhance Babcock's recreational program. This park's mountainous vistas and its accessibility to the more urban areas of the state make it an ideal spot for a relaxing vacation.
Babcock is only about an hour from Lewisburg, so I’ve been there more than a few times. This was, however, the first time I’d approached it from a mountain biking perspective. The previous visits were for sight-seeing excursions or day hikes with my wife or visiting relatives. The park is criss-crossed with trails, but only two are open to mountain bikes. The rest are for pedestrian or equestrian traffic only. One mountain biking trail is Old Sewell Road, which didn’t appeal to me because it is basically a gravel road that has been closed to vehicles. It would make a fine ride if you’re in search of an easy, double track affair, but I was in search of single track adventure. That left the Narrow Gauge Trail as my only choice.
I arrived at the Grist Mill and unloaded my bike. I decided to shoot some photos of the grist mill before I got sweaty instead of doing it post-ride, and was pleasantly surprised to find a wedding in progress. The bride and groom were dressed traditionally, but I noticed the groom’s long hair and the assorted guests who were dressed, well, how should I put it? Unconditionally? Almost all the guest wore sandals, most in shorts, a lot of the guys had long hair, and I noticed an abundance of piercings and tattoos. Having spent a lot of time rafting and hanging around at the various outfitters, I immediately pegged them as rafting guides. Most of the West Virginia whitewater rafting industry is located nearby, so it made sense.
The first thing I noticed was mist rising from the waterfalls around the grist mill. Normally, Glade Creek is fairly mellow, but it had rained a good bit in the week preceding my ride, so the creek was rocking and rolling. It actually looked like a whitewater river in many spots. I had never seen the grinding wheel actually turning before because the water is usually so low, but it was kicking butt on this particular day. After snapping some photos, I headed for my bike.
If you’re going to ride the Narrow Gauge Trail, you’re going to have to do some road riding. There’s no way around it. I decided to ride back up toward the park entrance from the grist mill parking lot and access the trail on its eastern end, although you could actually ride the loop in reverse. Both ways have pros and cons, but I’d really recommend riding the counter-clockwise direction I chose; there’s still some climbing this way, but not as much as if you were riding the opposite direction.
I wound my way through the park’s forested roads, enjoying the scenery and the ever-present roar of Glade Creek in the ravine off to my left. After consulting the map at the cabin area, I made my way down a paved downhill section and came upon the Narrow Gauge trailhead. As I mentioned, it had rained a good bit, so the trail was pretty wet and sloppy. But I was undeterred and splashed my way into the woods.
The trail starts out basically level, but soon begins to descend. It wasn’t highly technical, but it was fun and the scenery was great. One part of the early trail was a tributary creek bed. Normally, I imagine this part of the trail is fairly dry. But not this day. I actually rode down the trail with water halfway up my wheels. After about 20-30 feet of this, the little tributary shot over the hill in a waterfall and was back on semi-dry ground. Within a few more minutes, I found myself on a ridge trail with steep embankments on both sides. The cliff towered to my left, and the ravine to my right was thundering with Glade Creek, and the drop off was VERY steep. I was especially careful riding through the narrower sections of the aptly named Narrow Gauge Trail. Sliding down the hill several hundred yards into the rapids of Glade Creek were not on my “to do” list on this day.
It wasn’t long until I hit upon a common sight in West Virginia trail riding: old railroad grade. The Narrow Gauge Trail was obviously an abandoned railway once used for industry, probably lumbering. Next I came upon a couple of short, difficult sections that were unrideable. The flat part of the trail was washed out and the alternative took you down and up steep, rutted embankments. Very steep. In fact, I even had a hard time pushing my bike up the other side. And I kept the brakes locked up as I walked it down, too, so it wouldn’t get away from me. Going through the second of these washouts, my suspicion about the railway was confirmed when I crossed a wet, slippery bridge and spotted some old railroad ties, a dilapidated trestle, and what looked to be a winch in the creek bed below.
After the washouts, it was a fun descent to the bottom of the ravine, where I discovered a kick-ass suspension bridge spanning the creek. After a couple more photo-ops, I pushed the bike up the brief, steep section of the trail on the opposite side of the bridge and began riding the last stretch of Narrow Gauge. This potion of the trail was a continual uphill, but it was fairly easy. I passed a lone hiker and her dog and she asked how far it was to the creek. I advise her to keep following the trail until the roar became ear-shattering and she found herself on a really cool bridge!
I made a sharp switchback to the left, and I was on Old Sewell Road. This old service road makes a gradual climb back towards the main part of the park and would eventually deposit me just downstream of the grist mill and the parking lot. The ride was easy until I encountered a really nasty wash out. It was very deep and the water was really rushing through it. The only way across was to walk across the top of the rocks in a swift moving waterfall to the far right side of the ravine. I couldn’t carry the bike on my back and keep my balance, so I used it for balance and pushed/pulled it through the deep pool on my right. And it was deep. My wheels were almost totally submerged. It was only about 4-5 feet across the span, but the water was moving fast and I didn’t want to risk slipping into the deeper water or, worse yet, into the ravine. It took me a good 30 seconds to get across.
With water sloshing in my shoes, I remounted my bike for the last push up Old Sewell Road. Eventually, the gravel road ended at a gate and I was back on paved State Park blacktop. After a few more minutes of pleasant scenery and some easy climbing, I was back at the parking area. The wedding was over, but a few rafting guide-types and their big Golden Retriever still remained. They were throwing Frisbee and hanging out near a van. Good luck to the Bride and Groom. Perhaps they spent their honeymoon on the Gauley.