Rubbing Elbows With Ghosts
"The ghosts of the past speak to all who will listen." - Unknown The aspen leaves, burnished with touches of gold, are a sign of autumn making its stealthy approach. The mine is the centerpiece of the town, framed by deep green pines, sitting atop a hill of slate gray streaked with rusty orange. The tailing pile cascades down the mountainside like a ghostly waterfall, coming to a rest in the depths of the valley. From the road, the quick departure that was made in 1984 becomes painstakingly clear. As perplexing and gruesome as it may seem, this place is my obsession. My tour of the town starts in the narrow canyon where the lowest mines rest. Just walking onto the property gives me a feeling of unease. The mining buildings look as if they are out of a 1970's horror f...