Grayson Highlands Camping 2026
A heatwave hit the east coast just in time for the July 4 weekend. It was over 100F (38C) in RVA. Luckily we were 240 miles away and 1 mile up camping, where the 80F (27C) temps also constitute a heat wave, but one I can handle.
We arrived on Thursday, July 2, meeting up with friends for the weekend. After our traditional arrival night dinner of WaWa subs, we retired to the campfire with our friends.
On Friday I took everyone out to see the wild ponies that are the star of the show here. There was only 1 mare and her goal in the first half-mile where most people go to see the ponies. My wife and our friends headed back to camp after that, and I continued on towards Mt. Rogers, the highest peak in VA. Ultimately I stopped short of the peak at an AT shelter and turned around there, turning the planned 9-mile hike into an 8-mile hike. I've bagged the Mt. Rogers peak several times, and there is no view from the top, so that final climb seemed pointless on a hot and sunny day.


I've done this hike 5 times in the last 20 years, and it gets more difficult each time. What's up with that? While on the trail, I saw more than enough examples of poor decision-making to fill up a couple of bad hiker bingo cards. I hope there were no rescue calls on Friday, but if there were, I probably saw the victims (of their own bad decisions) earlier in the day.
Once I got back to camp, a shower and nap were my priorities, in that order.
While headed back, my wife saw and heard a Vesper's Sparrow, which would be a lifer for me.
On Saturday we took our time getting up and going, eventually going out birding, searching for another Vesper's Sparrow. We didn't find one. That afternoon we explored more of the park, including the homestead of the farm that was here originally. There are several original buildings still standing.

On Sunday our friends headed back home, so we decided to drive into Damascus for lunch and a beer before they continued on home. There is not much in Damascus, so after lunch and browsing (and buying) at a couple of outfitters, we headed back. The road from the camp to Damascus is 24 miles of switchbacks. It was a fun drive, but I'd had enough by the time we returned. The rest of the afternoon was spent lounging at camp. I mostly read, finishing my book, a true crime novel about an unsolved murder of two young women on the Appalachian Trail. Did I mention that my hike on Friday was mostly on the AT, although the murders occurred over 100 miles north? Maybe not the best choice for reading material, but it is very well written, and the multiple failures by Park Police and the FBI mean that the families will never get real closure.

The new camper that rolled in across from us on Sunday had an Escape, which is made in British Columbia and is on my short list of possible upgrades from the Ascape someday. It's slightly larger and has 1 of the 2 features we lack today that I'd like in our next camper, a bed separate from the dining area. The other feature is a dry shower/bathroom, but that may be a stretch if we want to stick with small campers. He came over to say hi as he had looked at Ascapes when buying, and I got a tour of his camper.
The drive home on Monday was uneventful, just the way I like my drives.