Snowshoe is centrally located in Pocahontas County, and virtually any road here is a motorcyclist’s dream. It doesn’t matter what type of motorcycle one is riding, the never-ending curves mixed into the serene landscape make for an adrenaline-packed vacation. Webster and Greenbrier Counties, and neighboring Virginia’s Bath County, also don’t disappoint.
“Adventure Times Two” can certainly be taken differently here. Christa is riding a Yamaha Super Ténéré while Sarah and I are on KTM’s 1190 Adventure. Both motorcycles are made for adventure, but I’m on tour with my wife and my mother. It has the potential to morph into a different kind of adventure and one that would surely turn my hair gray. Luckily we’re an easygoing bunch of travelers. My worries quickly disappear as we roll out of the office parking lot on an early April morning and point the wheels north to Snowshoe.
The only gas station in the area is the Exxon near the 66 and 219 intersection. We fuel up and head north on Highway 219 before turning left onto 15. The roads are nearly empty and only an occasional truck slows us down. Our agile and superfast motorcycles turn the curves into an even better playground, and the high-tech suspensions eliminate most bumps. Christa feels more of the sporadic washboard asphalt on the Yamaha, but overall the roads are in excellent condition.
We reach Webster Springs, quite the busy little community, and pick up 20 South with all the other cars and trucks, mostly from nearby logging and mining. Surprised by the heavy traffic, we take it slow and notice the everyday life.
Christa and I have visited this area before; however, Sarah has not so she has no idea what to expect. We all agree that the natural beauty is breathtaking. The added bonus of staying in Snowshoe is the magnificent views over the land as we descend down Cheat Mountain. As we roll through the valleys and the curves, the views mainly consist of trees, but once in a while we crest a hill and West Virginia’s countryside is on full display.
We try to stop as often as we can to get a snack, drink a coffee, and look inside local shops. You never know what gems you’ll find—not to mention the outside money can really increase the bottom line of the businesses in the smaller communities.
After a Mexican lunch in Summersville, we follow the four-lane Highway 19 until we ditch it for Route 41. Open sweepers with zero traffic get us back into the rhythm. Just when we think that it can’t get any better, we turn onto Highway 60. Tight curves increase our lean angles, and we use all the rubber Bridgestone and Continental provide. Construction interrupts our dance for a brief moment, but then we split north on 20 and return via 55 and 219. Coming through Marlinton offers a last chance for afternoon coffee.