A Hiker at Tinker Creek (Part 1)


A little northwest of Roanoke, Virginia, the Appalachian Trail crosses Tinker Creek. About forty years ago, in a home not too far from Hollins College outside of Roanoke, Annie Dillard would have been finishing up her 1974 Pulitzer Prize winning classic Pilgrim at Tinker Creek; the same Tinker Creek crossed by the Appalachian Trail.

The book, Pilgrim at Tinker Creek, is a very personal narrative that is not about the author. Annie Dillard does not tell us about her life or what she thinks about the burning issues of the day. She only offers an almost lyrical weaving of facts and her actual observations to present a sometimes startling portrayal of the natural world around us and our role in it.

On the very first page of the narrative she writes of an old tomcat that would come into her bedroom at night, knead her chest with his front paws, and then leave bloody paw prints on her chest that looked like rose petals. Four pages later she tells us of a giant water bug injecting a frog with an enzyme to dissolve its tissue and then actually seeing the frog disappear right before her eyes as the water bug sucked the life out of it. The book doesn’t quit there; it keeps that pace all the way to the end.

If you look back at the summer of 1973, America’s involvement in the Viet Nam War was coming to an end and the unfolding Watergate scandal was dominating the nightly news. Yet like all burning issues, these have faded away like a blip on a radar scope, only to be replaced, many times over, by a new burning issue. Yet if you were to pick up a copy of Pilgrim at Tinker Creek today and read it, it would still be fresh and ring true.

I first read Pilgrim at Tinker Creek many years after it was published and a couple of years after I completed the Appalachian Trail. By the time I reached the second page I realized that Annie Dillard was writing about an area near the Appalachian Trail when she said, “I live by a creek, Tinker Creek, in a valley in Virginia’s Blue Ridge.”

As she continues the description of the area, she literally identifies the Appalachian Trail one page later. “The mountains – Tinker and Brushy, McAfee’s Knob and Dead Man – are a passive mystery…”  The Appalachian Trail goes over all four of those mountains.

Tinker (Dead Man’s) Mountain from the east

And a few pages later she tells us about the sunset lighting up Tinker Mountain. “I can’t see Tinker Mountain through the line of hemlock, till it comes on like a streetlight, ping, ex nihilo. Its sandstone cliffs pink and swell. Suddenly the light goes; the cliffs recede as if pushed.”

With that description I knew I had to get back to that part of Virginia someday and take a hike in the area that inspired Annie Dillard to write Pilgrim at Tinker Creek. Last month my dog Petey and I were there.

Before hiking I wanted to see if we could find the area of Tinker Creek where Annie Dillard lived. I had some help from a New York Times article, written eleven years ago, that I found on the Internet. (Click here if you would like to read the article.) The article does not give an address, but it does describe the general vicinity. With the article as a guideline we drove to the Hollins College (now University) area.

We turned into a residential neighborhood on the opposite side of the road from the University. There we found a quiet suburban-like setting of red brick homes built sometime around 1960. The homes now have mature landscaping and are well kept. They are not ostentatious but are still very nice.

As we meandered through the streets, we finally found Tinker Creek. When we slowly drove over Tinker Creek on a very narrow bridge, a blue heron flew up from the creek and settled back down in the creek twenty yards further away from us. We turned down the street that parallels the creek and I saw an older man taking a morning walk along the street. Depending on how long he had lived in the neighborhood, he might have known Annie Dillard!

I drove past him and then got up the nerve to turn around and talk to him. I asked him if this was the same street where Annie Dillard lived. He told me that Annie lived right up the street and that she would often go into his backyard to look at the creek. He said I was welcome to go back there and walk along the creek.

We walked through his backyard and he told me about a tree that he used to have that had a big branch hanging over the water. He said that Annie would climb on that branch just to look at the creek. He would often get home from work and his wife would tell him how Annie was hanging on the branch for over two hours that day.

The tree where Annie would watch the creek would have been right in front of us.

Maybe Annie Dillard is telling us what we already should know – that the natural world is everywhere, even in our own backyard. All we have to do is to let ourselves see it.

Backyards along Tinker Creek

There was a small dam behind his house and I wondered if that was the dam Annie Dillard mentioned in the book. I asked him about the dam. He said that before there were houses, there was a farm that occupied both sides of the creek, and that the farmer built a road/bridge through the water to connect the two sides of the farm. What’s left of that road is now the small dam.

The dam at Tinker Creek. The bridge where we saw the heron is upstream.

I wonder if part of that farm was still active when Annie Dillard was wandering around the neighborhood. (The homes on the other side, and a bit removed from the creek, do seem much newer than the homes on her street.) Perhaps the steers in the creek that she wrote about came from that farm.

When we got ready to leave the backyard I thanked the owner profusely for his hospitality, and he told us that Annie Dillard’s husband of that time, Dr. Dillard, still lives in the neighborhood and that he has turned his yard into a natural habitat. And sure enough as we drove out of the neighborhood, we passed a house with natural habitat signs.

The natural habitat sign.

Part 2 of this blog post will go into our hike on the Appalachian Trail near Tinker Creek.


  1. Thanks for your blog and your note to the RATC.

  2. Hi David! Thanks for the nice post. I’m headed to the area soon, also an Annie Dillard fan, and was wondering if you had any ideas where she used to go camping in the Blue Ridge Mountains? Supposedly it was camping there, reading about Rimbaud, that she experienced her burning moth story in Holy the Firm… And thought it would be interesting to go camping up in the area. Any suggesting a welcome!

  3. Thanks so much- immensely enjoyed your “meandering,” and vibrant photos.
    You’ve inspired me to read Dillard’s book. 🙂

  4. Hi, This is such a wonderful post. I write with a question. Would you be willing to let me reprint one of these pictures — perhaps The Dam at Tinker Creek – in a book I am writing for Knopf? The book is called The Girl at the Baggage Claim: Explaining the East West Culture Gap, and is due out in Feb 2017. My topic might seem pretty far afield from Annie Dillard ( one of my all time favorite authors, too), but I talk in my opening section about her as a way of getting at just how ingrained the individual sojourner narrative is in our individualistic culture. If you’d be willing to grant me permission I’d be so grateful.

    • you can come to my house and take the same pictures yourself and stay in our Tinker Creek Guest Suite on Airbnb https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/9625247 we own the property next to this waterfall I have much better pics of this dam than on this site!
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  6. As it happens we live in the house right above these pictures in the Summerdean neighborhood of Hollins VA… on Brookview Rd. We are Superhosts on Airbnb and have a copy of Pilgrim in our suite. Anyone can stay in our suite with direct access to the very land shown in these photos… we OWN part of the creek as it were. I have not dug into which house in our immediate vicinity was Annie’s but I can tell you from here description of the way Carvins Creek and Tinker Creek come closest is right here in our backyard!! Please see our website and come to paradise and stay in our guest suite…. we are Superhosts on Airbnb w guests coming from all over the world to see where we are blessed to live. See https://www.airbnb.com/rooms/9625247

  7. We live in the house across creek from where u walked.. the old man was Our neighbor John who has since moved from that house … search Tinker Creek Guest Suite on google and anyone is welcome thru Airbnb to spend as much time sitting by the creek in our backyard of 20 yrs … how blessed are we to live by Annie’s beloved creek. Oh The cliffs of Tinker are Pre-Cambrian white and pink sandstone.. 2.5 billion years old w no trace of living organisms or fossils … I can tell u first hand about living in paradise above this ancient streambed!

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