Chestnut Ridge

A late-April snowfall on Chestnut Ridge, the dominant natural feature of Fayette County.

Recently, my wife Kathy wished to replenish our stock of some household items at a large retail establishment in South Union Township. Owing to a health issue, we had been mostly homebound for weeks, so the trip offered diversion. Still, when we reached the store, perched on a manmade plateau, I elected to remain in the vehicle and await my better half’s return.

I helped her out near the entrance, then parked nearby, facing east, away from the storefront, to ponder the view from atop the bluff, where all of Uniontown, its neighborhoods and suburbs roll out before the eye. But dominating all else, inescapable, was the bulk of our familiar highlands, stretching south and north to vision’s hazy limits.

It’s surprising that we, as a community and locale, don’t identify with those mountains even more than we do. Our mountains, it seems, are seldom considered except as a barrier to eastward winter travel.

Years ago, I taught courses as part-time faculty at Penn State Fayette, where the east windows face the ridge. Early in each term I asked the class, “Who can tell us those mountains’ correct name?” The small fraction of students familiar with the title “Chestnut Ridge” was an unsettling surprise.

Our Chestnut Ridge is the westernmost flank of the Allegheny Mountains, which are the central and western shoulder of the vast Appalachian system that stretches from Labrador to Alabama. As a friend once observed from atop Dunbar’s Knob (at Jumonville Cross), “Due west from here, there are no more mountains ‘til you hit Colorado.”

Chestnut Ridge was named for the dominant tree that clothed its slopes when European explorers first crossed the Alleghenies. The American chestnut thrived throughout the Appalachians and west into the prairie fringe so that what is now southwestern Pennsylvania was the dead-center of its range. Chestnut was so dominant on Chestnut Ridge that settlers crossing the mountains in June thought they saw snow on the crest, when chestnut flowers bloomed white.

In many ways, American chestnut was the wood that made America. It was abundant, strong, but easily (relatively easy) worked with hand tools of the day. It also resists rot, so that early Americans built homes, barns, fences, furniture and most everything else they needed from chestnut wood. The trees produced seeds in unbelievable plenty. Deer, elk, bears, turkeys and vast flocks of passenger pigeons gorged on the nuts, Native people used them in countless ways and settlers adopted them as a staple. My own most dimly remembered ancestors told of scooping up bushel-baskets of chestnuts as children. They were the last generation to know that privilege.

Early in the 20th century the invasive fungal Chestnut blight arrived on Asian chestnut trees imported into America. The Asian trees were immune, but their American relatives withered and died by the billions. By 1940, the American chestnut was, for practical purposes, extinct. Many consider the chestnut blight the greatest ecological disaster ever to befall North America. Today we lament the chestnut, but nature is resilient. White, red and chestnut oaks have taken over the role left vacant when the chestnut declined.

Ranging between 2,100 and 2,700 feet above sea level, Chestnut Ridge is not a high mountain by worldwide standards. But it is a significant feature in relative terms, looming 1,000 to 1,500 abrupt feet above bordering lowlands. From my parking spot at the store, the entire north-south span of Fayette County was in view, from Coopers Rock in West Virginia to the heights above Mt. Pleasant in Westmoreland County. Along the crest the well-known landmarks stood out in sequence—the wind-turbines above Haydentown, Laurel Caverns, Summit Inn, Jumonville Cross, and the Youghiogheny River water-gap at Connellsville. On that day, the ridge was white with snow and a distinct line of ice rimed the trees near the crest, contrasting the lowlands’ drabness.

It is interesting that the angle of light, time of day and season can morph the mountain’s appearance. At times, often at mid-day, in fog or overcast, the ridge appears as a dark and monolithic wall. But late in the day, especially in winter when the hardwoods are bare, the light strikes from a low angle that accents shadow, revealing hollows, coves, ravines and ledges in the mountain’s complex face that hours ago “weren’t there.” That late-day light makes it clear why Rte. 40—and before that the National Road—snakes up and around the contours of Lick Hollow as it does.

On that same day the morning’s TV weather forecast played out in real life. Banks of darkly bruised clouds scudded along the ridge from the southwest, hauling behind them warm rain. I wondered how many viewers from that morning’s broadcast had the opportunity to see the real event unfold.

It is hard for me to overlook our local mountain. I grew up in Lemont Furnace, under its morning shadow, and it seems its hulking presence is always there to my east. Even when I travel somewhere else, I sense its absence. I am glad to live in a place where a natural feature of landscape, weather and even history is such a powerful part of life.

Ben Moyer is a member of the Pennsylvania Outdoor Writers Association and the Outdoor Writers Association of America.

(5) comments


Great article


Looking at the vastness of the ridges and woodlands gives man a peace with God.


Wow! What an amazing and interesting article! I never knew any of that information about our beautiful mountains! I would love if Mr. Moyer would write more articles for us to be delighted with! Thanks so much!


Thank You!

red raider 59

[thumbup] Ben, thank you for this terrific educational comment on our beloved "Ridge". As part of the Fayette County "Diaspora", my thoughts often come back to the beloved mountains of my birthplace and the peace they provide my soul! And I always revisit them when I return home; the view from the top of Jumonville is very spiritual - we can see Ohio, turn around and almost see Maryland, look left and see W. Va. while we stand in Pa. Thanks for sharing Ben. Miles Cohen

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