Dramatic would be one word used to describe the Linville Gorge area. The first day hiking down and in the gorge was beautiful sunny fall weather. The gorge floor has been carved out through the years by the Linville River, which is littered with all sizes of rocks from small insignificant pebbles to truck sized boulders. Among this river of all moods were deep pockets of old growth forests shielding gigantic trees that have never been logged. This trail, being in a wilderness area, is maintained very little and you have to keep your head about you to be able to scramble across the rocks and fallen logs inhibiting this unmarked trail. The next day hiking out of the gorge was pretty tough due to the cold, raw, wet weather. Everything in the pack was wet, so it made the one mile climb up out of the gorge pretty gruesome. Luckily the parked car came into sight just before dark and I gleefully turned on the heat full blast to warm up from the cold rain. I only was able to keep my camera out the first day and luckily it didn't get wet, but I would have loved to take some pictures of the parting fog overlooking Table Rock. This rugged and remote area is so close, I'll definitely be going back to get more views, I just have to recover from my sore muscles.