Bluefield on the Border

When I was asked to chauffeur a runner to a half-marathon with a course that crossed between the conjoined cities of Bluefield on the border between Virginia and West Virginia, how could I say no? A long weekend of fall foliage and geo-oddities? I felt like I was dropped into an episode of Weekend Roady.


To be clear, I’m not a runner. Even so I’ve enjoyed traveling with the athletic gang at several Mainly Marathon events. These journeys took me to some out-of-the-way corners of the nation including the Dust Bowl and the Lower Mississippi; five races (marathon or half-marathon options) in five days in five states. The newest event was the debut of the Appalachian Series. I would have loved to have stayed for all five races although we could only attend the first two before heading home, the races in West Virginia and Virginia.

Those two races involved the exact same course through Lotito City Park on both sides of the border in Bluefield. It counted as West Virginia on the first day and Virginia on the second day, or vice versa. That’s the way 50-state racers count things. Only one state can be claimed per race.


Borderlands

I had to find ways to amuse myself as the runners ran the course. That wasn’t a problem with a state border drawn directly through it. Oh look, isn’t that a tennis court with the boundary cutting through it? Why, yes it is.

The state border ran through the tennis court. Photo by howderfamily.com; (CC BY-NC-SA 2.0)
Interstate Tennis Anyone?

Little things like trying to count the number of times I could split myself with the borderline offered countless entertaining options. This was an image from the northwestern corner of that same tennis court, with West Virginia to the left side of the diagonal and Virginia to the right (and me in both). That was another weird thing: a border quirk at Bluefield made Virginia west and West Virginia east.


Bramwell

Bramwell Oktoberfest. Photo by howderfamily.com; (CC BY-NC-SA 2.0)
I can always make time for a beer festival

It wasn’t all about racing all weekend. By chance, we discovered an Oktoberfest celebration being held in the nearby town of Bramwell (map). Bramwell was originally one of the many towns of West Virginia that arose because of its proximity to the coalfields. It differed from many others though because of the wealthy owners that settled there.

“Bramwell is best known for having the largest number of millionaires per capita of any town in America in the late 1800s. Bramwell once had as many as thirteen millionaires living there at one time in the early 20th century. The magnificent homes that remain there today testify to this wealth.”

It was a wonderful setting for an Autumn festival. I was also pleasantly surprised at the quality of craft beers brewed in West Virginia.


County Counting

Giatto Road in Mercer County, West Virginia. Photo by howderfamily.com; (CC BY-NC-SA 2.0)
Strip Mining

I’d never been to this area before so I made a series of minor jogs during the weekend to further pad my County Counting list. In Virginia I collected Bland, Giles and Tazewell Counties. In West Virginia I collected McDowell, Mercer, Monroe and Wyoming Counties.

The jog to Wyoming County was the most memorable. The narrow twisting roads ran through genuine Appalachian settlements verging on stereotype, ambled past strip mines and climbed over mountain ridges (map). I was shocked that it remained paved and never switched to gravel or mud. After getting stuck behind the third coal truck I figured it out. The road didn’t exist to serve the needs of residents so much as the mines.


Pinnacle Rock

Pinnacle Rock State Park. Photo by howderfamily.com; (CC BY-NC-SA 2.0)
Autumn View from Pinnacle Rock

The foliage approached peak Autumn glory, improving each day of our visit. That became a perfect excuse for a picnic at Pinnacle Rock State Park, located on a ridge between Bluefield and Bramwell (map). We climbed up to the overlook and saw nothing but forest to the horizon.


Pipestem

Pipestem Resort State Park. Photo by howderfamily.com; (CC BY-NC-SA 2.0)
Visiting Pipestem

We rounded out the long weekend with a visit to Pipestem Resort State Park. Pipestem included the “County Line Trail” that crossed between Mercer and Summers Counties a couple of different times. We didn’t have an opportunity to hike it because of the rain. However, precipitation didn’t spoil the weekend and it didn’t rain the entire time. It just happened that one of the intermittent storms passed through the park at the wrong time so it limited our activities for awhile.

The tram running from the Canyon Rim Center down to Mountain Creek Lodge was still operational though (map), and the views were fantastic between frantic efforts to wipe condensation from the windows. On the river valley far below, the Bluestone River overflowed its banks after several days of stormy weather.


The Confluence

I-81 / Longitude 81 Confluence. Photo by howderfamily.com; (CC BY-NC-SA 2.0)
Interstate 81 in southwestern Virginia

I mentioned a place where 81° west longitude crossed US Interstate 81 in a recent article. I visited the golden spot in person on the way home (map). Of course I did.

Comments

3 responses to “Bluefield on the Border”

  1. Greg Avatar
    Greg

    I think Bluefield really missed an opportunity here by not locating their football field’s 50-yard line on the state border.

  2. Jared Avatar
    Jared

    I visited Carowinds in Charlotte, NC, in high school. One of the rides starts in North Carolina, crosses into South Carolina, and finishes in North Carolina.

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