Dolly Sods Wilderness

Dolly Sods sits atop the Allegheny Front, the great eastern edge of the Appalachian Plateau, where the land drops away toward the lower ridges and valleys of the Potomac Highlands. At this height the climate is cold, wet, and windy, and it supports plants and bogs more typical of Canada than of the southern mountains, relics that took hold here during the Ice Age and never left.

The signature sight is the spruce shaped by wind. On the exposed heath, red spruce grow their branches only on the sheltered, downwind side, so that whole stands lean and flag in the same direction like arrows pointing away from the prevailing gales. Between them spread open meadows of heath, huckleberry, cotton grass, and glittering sphagnum bogs, an ecosystem that feels ancient and otherworldly.

The word sods is an old regional term for the open, grassy mountain meadows here, and the name is thought to trace to a family that once grazed livestock on the plateau. For generations herders drove cattle up to these high pastures in summer, adding grazing to the natural forces keeping the land open.

The greatest change came around the turn of the twentieth century, when loggers stripped the plateau of its red spruce and the exposed, drained peat soils caught fire and burned deep. Those fires scoured the ground down toward bedrock in places, and the open heath and bog you see today grew back over that damage. The land was later used for military training, and the U.S. Forest Service eventually protected it as the Dolly Sods Wilderness, part of the Monongahela National Forest.

Dolly Sods is a wilderness, which means primitive trails, no signs or amenities to speak of, and a strong dose of self-reliance. Routes cross open heath, thread through spruce islands, follow bog boardwalks in places, and reach viewpoints along the Allegheny Front that look out over ridge after ridge to the east. Many trails are old railroad grades from the logging era, faint and boggy in stretches.

Because the plateau is so exposed, weather is the constant companion here. Fog can drop in minutes, temperatures fall sharply, and even summer afternoons can turn cold and wet. Hikers who come prepared with layers, a map, and waterproof boots are rewarded with solitude and a landscape unlike anywhere else in the East, but the mountain does not forgive the unready.

This high country was part of the ancestral homeland and shared hunting ground of the Shawnee, the Lenape, and other peoples, whose descendant nations continue today beyond West Virginia. The wilderness now shelters black bear, white-tailed deer, snowshoe hare, and a rich variety of birds, including species that breed this far south only in these cold northern-feeling highlands.

The seasons on the plateau are extreme. Late spring and early summer bring wildflowers, blooming laurel, and long days. Late summer ripens blueberries and huckleberries across the open heath. Autumn sets the heath and huckleberry a deep red beneath the flagged spruce, one of the finest fall displays in the state. Winter is fierce, snowy, and often impassable, and the plateau belongs then to the wind.

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