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<blockquote data-quote="BringBackThe80s" data-source="post: 5708279" data-attributes="member: 19834"><p><strong><em>20+ years ago, I did have a <u>very</u> eery experience in the wilderness</em></strong>. A New-Year's snowfall inspired my brother and I to backpack up a cove that cuts deep into one of these Appalachian mountains and plateaus. A century earlier, multiple mines had operated in that cove. But there had been no trails or paths to this spot for a long, long time by the time we explored it. We were bushwhacking off trail to a flat area shown on topo maps. Along the way, a pack of a half-dozen black coyotes popped over a ridgetop mere yards away, surprising them just as much as us.</p><p></p><p>It was deep dusk by the time we arrived, but we found the spot by following a creek to the one flat area deep in this cove/canyon. Inflatable sleeping pads were not a thing yet, so we made a "bed" of small boughs and leaves under the tent and spent a very cold night waiting for dawn. We had not seen any sign of humanity in the last couple of miles of our hike. So we both got goosebumps when we unzipped the tent in the morning.</p><p></p><p>All around our tent were over a dozen rock cairns approximately 18" tall. In the dark while pitching our tent, covered in snow, they did not stand out from the snowy boulders and brush of the hemlock creek bottom. But after some snow melt overnight, sunrise revealed these very unnatural stacks of rocks all around us. The sediment around them, how much they had settled into the hillside, and years of moss growing on them showed they had been there a long time.</p><p></p><p>As we gathered wood to cook breakfast, we found some old cable, some collpsed rock work and a nearly eroded away rail bed leading to rock shelves that probably served as headers for a mine adit.</p><p></p><p>A visit to the local library later confirmed our suspicions about that spot. There was mine entrance in that branch of the cove. It ceased operations after a collapse trapped and killed numerous men under that ridgeside.</p><p></p><p>We could not find any records about the old, forgotten cairns. But my brother and I are convinced we spent a fitful winter's night in the midst of crude memorials, a mountainside graveyard marking the final resting place of the men who never left that mine.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="BringBackThe80s, post: 5708279, member: 19834"] [B][I]20+ years ago, I did have a [U]very[/U] eery experience in the wilderness[/I][/B]. A New-Year's snowfall inspired my brother and I to backpack up a cove that cuts deep into one of these Appalachian mountains and plateaus. A century earlier, multiple mines had operated in that cove. But there had been no trails or paths to this spot for a long, long time by the time we explored it. We were bushwhacking off trail to a flat area shown on topo maps. Along the way, a pack of a half-dozen black coyotes popped over a ridgetop mere yards away, surprising them just as much as us. It was deep dusk by the time we arrived, but we found the spot by following a creek to the one flat area deep in this cove/canyon. Inflatable sleeping pads were not a thing yet, so we made a "bed" of small boughs and leaves under the tent and spent a very cold night waiting for dawn. We had not seen any sign of humanity in the last couple of miles of our hike. So we both got goosebumps when we unzipped the tent in the morning. All around our tent were over a dozen rock cairns approximately 18" tall. In the dark while pitching our tent, covered in snow, they did not stand out from the snowy boulders and brush of the hemlock creek bottom. But after some snow melt overnight, sunrise revealed these very unnatural stacks of rocks all around us. The sediment around them, how much they had settled into the hillside, and years of moss growing on them showed they had been there a long time. As we gathered wood to cook breakfast, we found some old cable, some collpsed rock work and a nearly eroded away rail bed leading to rock shelves that probably served as headers for a mine adit. A visit to the local library later confirmed our suspicions about that spot. There was mine entrance in that branch of the cove. It ceased operations after a collapse trapped and killed numerous men under that ridgeside. We could not find any records about the old, forgotten cairns. But my brother and I are convinced we spent a fitful winter's night in the midst of crude memorials, a mountainside graveyard marking the final resting place of the men who never left that mine. [/QUOTE]
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