The Many Lost Treasures of Mariposa, CA (Photos Added)

[EagleDown]

Dang Vini ! You're going to start another gold rush.

Yeah, between him and mgb, metal detectors are going to be bumping coils out in the hills. (lol)

 

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[EagleDown]

Unbelivable!! Enjoy.

 

[shepcal]

Eagle, nice break in the day talking to you and MGB, meal good? It was just a rumor bout the food poisoning?

I'm sure that 'Minelab' coil will make that Whites sing out gold!

Garretdiggingaz- detecting slow is not bad! Too many, swing too fast and too far!
NGB- nice collection!

Shep

 

[EagleDown]

Eagle, nice break in the day talking to you and MGB, meal good? It was just a rumor bout the food poisoning?

I'm sure that 'Minelab' coil will make that Whites sing out gold!

Garretdiggingaz- detecting slow is not bad! Too many, swing too fast and too far!
NGB- nice collection!

Shep

The meal was good!! And the company wasn't half-bad either. (lol)

I appreciate you taking the time to meet with us for a little socializing. Of course I don't say a lot, but I DO enjoy listening to a real nugget shooter talking about real experiences.

Until the next time....

Eagle

 

[EagleDown]

I went out detecting with mgb this morning. We spent about 2 1/2 hours on the side of a mountain outside of Mariposa. Then, since my belly was trying to eat my belt buckle, we drove into town for lunch. Then back out to the gold fields again, this time to a closer creek.

I have to say, I am totally impressed with my new Whites TDI. Neither of us found any gold this time, but mgb tossed me a couple of "hot rocks" that gave his Minelab a hard time. I passed my TDI over them, about 8 or 10 inches away, (expecting an 'overload'). But much to my surprise, that didn't happen. So, I passed the coil closer and closer, until I was within about a half inch of them. Believe it or not, the TDI totally ignored both of them. it was like they were just ordinary rocks. (lol) Unfortunately, I was getting tired and didn't think to experiment. The next time he finds a hot rock, I want to put my little nugget under it and see what kind of response I get. I'll keep you updated on that experiment.

All in all, I found the TDI, even with the 12" stock coil on it was lighter than my MXT and much, much easier to set and operate. I found a lot of .22 casings and lead. And the signal strength at several inches of depth was much stronger than I would normally get with the MXT.

I also found very small pieces of rusty metal up to 6 inches deep. And a metal, pocket knife handle tip, in a spot that I've detected in the past with the MXT. And I know that many others have detected the same area without finding it.

But, after about 5 hours of swinging, I'm tired!! (lol) It was worth every minute, even without finding gold. Well, I guess you could say; I did find gold. The Whites TDI metal detector.

So simple that even a computer illiterate like me finds it easy to operate.

Eagle

 

[vini]

Dang Vini ! You're going to start another gold rush.

There is still sooo much gold in bagby but you see what you have to get down under to get it, giant boulders, I got bouldered in after only getting down 5 feet, i was surrounded and couldn't stay in the hole, if it caved in on me even if one came down i'd be done for. Thats what i was getting along the way though.

 

[vini]

metal detecting may be all we're left with soon the way things are going around our water mining, I go to pretrial this Tuesday for dredging citation i got last year

 

[EagleDown]

Years ago, I was dredging under the edge of a big boulder. Probably over 3 tons. I stuck my head out of the water and saw a friend sitting a few feet away. I got out of the water and went over to visit. He said: "One of these days, one of those boulders is going to fall on you and we'll just chisel on it; Here lies Eagle, Stoned again". (lol)
Just about that time, the ground shook and we looked over where I'd been dredging and found the top of the boulder had disappeared under water. I had to drive into town to get a new suction nozzle for my dredge. After that experience, I became a lot more cautious. (lol)

Thanks for the post vini!! We always enjoy pictures like this.

Eagle

 

[EagleDown]

metal detecting may be all we're left with soon the way things are going around our water mining, I go to pretrial this Tuesday for dredging citation i got last year

There was a recent case about a couple of weeks ago. In circumstances similar to this "moritorium", where US Supreme court found that you cannot pollute a river by taking materials out and putting them back into the same river. I don't have the case number, but you might check into that line of defense.

Eagle

 

[EagleDown]

Halito vini,

Exerpt from the Feb. 2013 issue of the ICMJ;

The Court stated,...."the transfer of polluted water between two parts of the same water body does not constitute a discharge of pollutants under the CWA's text, which defines the term 'discharge of a pollutant' to mean 'any addition of any pollutant to navigable waters from any point source.' 33 U.S.C. ~1362(12).

A link to the decision is available on our website under the Legislative and Regulatory Update column for February 2013.

I don't know for sure, (not being a Legal Beagle), but if I remember correctly, pollution was the main point of the California moritorium on dredging.

Good luck, I hope this helps!!

Love and Respect,

Eagle

 

[GarretDiggingAz]

Well I got to go to the goldfields. Didn't get to detect any, but got to see a highbanker in action. Man it beats digging, classifying and panning. At least time wise. We dug our buckets and ran through the sluice. Then panned the cons. What we did in three hours I haven't done in three days. Lol. I brought back the dirt we didn't run. About half the dirt.
Got to see color and experience out Arizona desert once again. Looking forward to getting my own highbanker to speed up my process. Here's how it went.

My son turned 18 on the 13th. So I figured I'd take him out to the fields for his first gold hunt. I
had gotten an invite from another TNet user and I took him up on it. I won't give his name, but a real nice guy as I'm sure most of us are. We enjoy everybody's company.
So we went out to the goldfields and got there around 9ish. There was four of us, so we each grabbed two buckets, picks, shovels and a 1/2" classifier. So the race was on to get 4 buckets for each group. It was me and my buddy, and my son and my buddies brother. By the way, the three older guys just aren't as healthy as my 18 year old. I thought my son would be able to dig a couple yards before we even dug one. That wasn't the case. My buddy and I got our buckets done first.
So now it's time to do the highbanker. My sons watching this with full intensity. We placed in the 1/4" classifier into the sluice box and started shoveling our dirt in. After about running a bucket through the sluice, we did our first clean out. We cleaned the miners moss out into a bucket, then we placed those cons into the pan and worked out the magnetite till there wasn't much left. Then with one small swish there was the color looking back at us. About 15 small specks, a couple small pickers. My son was just shocked. His eyes were like the deer in the headlight look. He got hooked!!!!
We did that two more times. It sure stinks when you're not young and at full health trying to do this. We only did this till around 12 noon. We wanted to do more, but physically needed the rest. Well except my son now, who wanted to keep digging so we could fill the back of the truck. Lol. The whole way home he's trying to figure out what the take would be after we finish running this dirt. I told him, you never know what that earth holds till you dig it and pan it.
Now we're looking forward to our next journey. What a blast it was seeing his first expression of seeing untouched gold come from the ground.

Lanny,
Hope all is well. It seems you're enjoying your whites. Hopefully someday I can do some detecting up there with you guys. Would like to see how my ATGold would do up there. It's my first one, but definitely looking for a good gold detector. Always like to see the others at work. I'll probably go out this week in the hills and swing for a bit. Just gets harder to do with my left side issues. Lol.

 

[EagleDown]

Halito my Friend,
Yep, it's always a joy to watch the gold bug bite a youngster, (or an adult for that matter). (lol) Thanks for sharing your trip with us. And, we'll be looking for some photos of gold!! (Try to get a photo of your sons face when he finds his first large piece of gold). (lol)

May you come home with yellow pockets!!

Eagle

 

[vini]

Halito vini,

Exerpt from the Feb. 2013 issue of the ICMJ;

The Court stated,...."the transfer of polluted water between two parts of the same water body does not constitute a discharge of pollutants under the CWA's text, which defines the term 'discharge of a pollutant' to mean 'any addition of any pollutant to navigable waters from any point source.' 33 U.S.C. ~1362(12).

A link to the decision is available on our website under the Legislative and Regulatory Update column for February 2013.

I don't know for sure, (not being a Legal Beagle), but if I remember correctly, pollution was the main point of the California moritorium on dredging.

Good luck, I hope this helps!!

Love and Respect,

Eagle

Actually eagle at this point its all about the lack of money California has to fund policing the dredging program, that's what it's come down to but look, in one case up north, California is hiring one single geologist to try and invalidate the dredgers/claim owners claim , that geologist is charging $50,000, yet they dont have a few $100,000 to police us, which is BS anyhow because we don't need that much policing since there are so few of us out there, it's not like the fishing program where there are 100's of thousands of people out using the waterways, there's a few thousands dredgers a year mostly just summer months, its all a bunch of caca i say.

I think that situation you brought up would have more to do with highbanking, which is just another hurdle that comes up, then it will be sluice boxes and panning.............on n on till they remove us from the public land all together, then maybe then people will understand....

 

[Cl1983]

Eagle, just finished reading over 3 days of this post from page one to now, great stories man. I cant wait to go to mariposa next month, not sure how long ill be staying but ill be at the civil war days they do around town (not sure exactly where) but may go a few days early or stay a bit late to go camp since i live pretty far north of there.

Hope you are doing well still after the surgery, glad the VA is taking care of you, they fixed my shoulder a couple months ago. Ill have to see if your out on the rivers when ill be in the area. I grew up fishing around the area down there but was too young to appreciate the history of the area (was maybe 5-6 years old)

 

[EagleDown]

Actually eagle at this point its all about the lack of money California has to fund policing the dredging program, that's what it's come down to but look, in one case up north, California is hiring one single geologist to try and invalidate the dredgers/claim owners claim , that geologist is charging $50,000, yet they dont have a few $100,000 to police us, which is BS anyhow because we don't need that much policing since there are so few of us out there, it's not like the fishing program where there are 100's of thousands of people out using the waterways, there's a few thousands dredgers a year mostly just summer months, its all a bunch of caca i say.

I think that situation you brought up would have more to do with highbanking, which is just another hurdle that comes up, then it will be sluice boxes and panning.............on n on till they remove us from the public land all together, then maybe then people will understand....

You'll get no argument from me Brother. I'm quite familiar with the NWO and agenda 21.
But, one of the main points of the moritorium was that dredges were sucking up contaminates (including mercury), and putting them back into suspension, thereby further contaminating the rivers. BS We were taking mercury out of the rivers, along with rusty metal and lead (that fishermen lose, among other sources).

In any case, good luck with your citation. Hope it all works out to your good.

Eagle

 

[EagleDown]

Eagle, just finished reading over 3 days of this post from page one to now, great stories man. I cant wait to go to mariposa next month, not sure how long ill be staying but ill be at the civil war days they do around town (not sure exactly where) but may go a few days early or stay a bit late to go camp since i live pretty far north of there.

Hope you are doing well still after the surgery, glad the VA is taking care of you, they fixed my shoulder a couple months ago. Ill have to see if your out on the rivers when ill be in the area. I grew up fishing around the area down there but was too young to appreciate the history of the area (was maybe 5-6 years old)

Halito my friend,
Thanks for your kind words of encouragement!! And....Welcome!

I'm doing better every day. i went out metal detecting yesterday and the day before, with mariposagoldbag and broken arrow. i found several small pieces of lead and .22 casings, while mgb and ba both found a nugget each. Well, I didn't want to be greedy, so I let them find the gold. (lol)

Hey, let me know when you'll be in the area and I'll make it a point to meet up with you.

Eagle

 

[GarretDiggingAz]

Hey Lanny, just checking in with ya. So you let everybody else find the nuggets? I want to hunt with you. Lol. Glad you're out and about. I've been stuck at home. Not a bad thing though. I got a highbanker recirculator. Running through dirt from my last hunt. Been picking out our small gold. A couple small pickers. Just trying to finish it so I can go north and pan Lynx Creek and then run my highbanker in the desert for a couple days. I got my 18 year old hooked now. The last hunt was his birthday present.
Hoping to head to CA soon and run those hills or rivers with ya. Until then get better and let us know when you're having the Panning University by Lanny.

 

[EagleDown]

Hey Lanny, just checking in with ya. So you let everybody else find the nuggets? I want to hunt with you. Lol. Glad you're out and about. I've been stuck at home. Not a bad thing though. I got a highbanker recirculator. Running through dirt from my last hunt. Been picking out our small gold. A couple small pickers. Just trying to finish it so I can go north and pan Lynx Creek and then run my highbanker in the desert for a couple days. I got my 18 year old hooked now. The last hunt was his birthday present.
Hoping to head to CA soon and run those hills or rivers with ya. Until then get better and let us know when you're having the Panning University by Lanny.

(lol) You know? I've been called many things in my life, but I believe you're the first one to ever call me Lanny. (lol)

But don't worry, I'm honored to be up there with Lanny and you're still invited to Eagles' Panning University. (lol)

Lots of luck at Lynx Creek. There's still a lot of gold in that area.

Eagle

 

[EagleDown]

I won't be looking for this "Lost Gold Mine"

Oregon is famous for few things—namely rain and being north of California. It hasn’t really caught the eye of the world at large, perhaps because the things man builds here are no match for its natural beauty. There are no pyramids or skyscrapers that surpass the mountains and forests for their renown.

One wonder of the wild is Crater Lake, located in the Cascade Range of Southwest Oregon. It is a bright blue cistern of pure rainwater lying in the crater of a long-dormant volcano named Mount Mazama. After violent eruptions exhausted the mountain’s central spine of magma, Mazama’s peak collapsed in on itself, leaving a giant bowl of ash and stone—known in geology talk as a caldera—which now holds the majestic Crater Lake. In true Oregon fashion it’s more or less a famous puddle, but it’s a beautiful puddle, attracting half a million visitors each year who come to admire its twelve square miles of heavenly blue. At one time the lake was thought to be bottomless, but now it’s measured at 1,943 feet, making it the deepest in the US.
More things than its depth have made Crater Lake a mystery, though. It’s a hotbed for strange disappearances, ghostly encounters, and legendary beasts. Bigfoot himself is known to show up here from time to time. Rangers once reported following a large, dark, putrid-smelling creature through the woods until it started throwing pinecones at them. The area is also home to at least two claimed slayings of the Sasquatch. One was by car (the body was reportedly whisked away by the government), and one was by train. The train conductors didn’t report slamming into something that looked like the legendary beast—for fear they’d be accused of drinking on the job.
UFOs are no strangers to the area, either. In February 1997 a jet pilot reported military aircraft pursuing UFOs above the Lake. That night a loud sonic boom was heard all across Western Oregon. Strange lights make periodic appearances in the area.
Everyone’s heard of Bigfoot and UFOs, but even more rare and sinister entities are fabled to haunt the wilds of Mazama and its crown jewel, Crater Lake. The Klamath Indians say that to gaze upon its splendid blues is to invite, “Death and lasting sorrow.” The Modoc tribe, who lived on its borders for millennia, knew the mountain since before eruptions rendered its tall peak to a dusty bowl. They retain a strict taboo against the place. It’s evil, they say, the home of dark spirits. People disappear there…
The Klamath hold the Lake sacred, believing it to be the crossroads of the Spirit of Above (Skell)—a spirit of peace and goodness—and the Spirit of Below (Llao)—a spirit of fire, darkness and terror. The Klamath believe that a battle between these two created the Lake when after defeating the evil Llao, Skell collapsed the mountain on his portal to this world and covered it with clear water as a sign of everlasting peace. Skell cast Llao’s limbs into the Lake and tricked the water animals, which were faithful to Llao, into devouring them. But when the animals reached Llao’s head they recognized it as their master and would not touch it. It can still be seen today as a lone, steep cinder cone rising from the Lake’s waters. It’s known as Wizard Island, and Llao’s spirit is still said to make its home there.
In other words, the Klamath’s version of the Devil lives in Crater Lake.

Another Klamath legend says the caldera was created when the Great Spirit collapsed the peak of the volcano onto a band of rebelling braves, burying them all in the act. Afterwards, “the Great Spirit converted the ghosts of the victims into huge, long-armed dragons which could reach up to the crater’s rim and drag down any venturesome warrior.” These kidnapping “dragons” have also been described as “giant crayfish” in Klamath lore. Similar ghouls have been spotted even in modern times. Georgian Mattie Hatcher was rowing merrily about the lake with her family when something “a block long” swam beneath their boat. “I have never been so scared in my life,” she recalled. “What we saw that day was a monster. To me, it looked like a dragon [emphasis mine]. I know why the Indians call that place Lost Lake. They say monsters live in it. I believe them. I know, because I saw one there.”
Another legend has it that fire spirits in the form of winged salamanders once haunted Wizard Island, these being, “the spirits of evil men doomed to suffer an eternal penalty of torture for their earthly wrongdoings.” This last bit may be chalked up to post-colonial Christianization rather than real old-school Klamath lore, but rangers at the park often observe campfires on Wizard Island only to boat out and find not a trace of flame, a whiff of smoke, or a singed blade of grass.
Whether the culprit is water monsters, Sasquatch, restless souls, or something else, an abnormal amount of people have disappeared in and around Crater Lake. The first settlers to find the Lake were themselves investigating a mysterious disappearance—or, more likely, the treasure that went along with it.
Every state has at least one Lost Cabin Mine in the annals of its fabled treasures. Oregon is no exception with at least four on the books. A quest for one led to the first sighting of Crater Lake by Europeans.
In 1853, a party set out from Yreka, California to look for their lost friend Set-‘em-up. He had mysteriously vanished from his mining cabin nestled at the base of Mount Mazama. Set-‘em-up always came into Yreka with more than enough gold to buy the whole saloon a round. He would throw a little satchel of gold at the barkeep and holler, “Set ‘em up!” which earned him his nickname. His real name has been lost to history. His generosity also earned him the rabble of friends who fretted so much about their missing buddy’s safety (and the safety of his vacant claim). They had a rough idea of where Set-‘em-up’s mine was, and after no one had heard from him for a couple years they figured he wouldn’t be needing it any more. They decided that they—being his loyal friends—might as well be the ones to find it.
After stocking up on supplies in Jacksonville, Oregon, they headed off to the little-explored forests skirting Mount Mazama. While following the rough directions they had to Set-‘em-up’s abode they hit a fork in the trail. One party split to the left and one to the right, vowing to meet back at that spot before nightfall. When the two parties split the teams broke apart further to cover more ground.

Isaac Skeeters

Isaac Skeeters, who had gone on the right fork, suddenly came to a point where his horse refused to budge. Feeling curious, he dismounted to see what blocked their way. Much to his dread he found himself perched on the sheer rim of Crater Lake. Disappointed (he’d obviously chosen the wrong path), he took note of his grand discovery and hurried back to the rendezvous point to see if anyone else had had better luck.
When he reached the trail fork, a man named Hillman who had taken the left hand path rode up waving his arms. He’d spotted a small, decrepit cabin beside a stream coming from a shallow canyon. The two were galloping through the forest to claim their fortune when Hillman’s horse lost its footing on a rock and tumbled over the edge of a canyon. Both the clumsy horse and its rider died on impact, taking the location of the lost cabin with them. (I was tempted to file this one under Cursed Gold, but then again there’s nothing supernatural about a clumsy horse.)
Despite their best efforts, Skeeters and the team couldn’t find any trace of the little cabin by the creek. They soon ran low on provisions and had to head home. All they had found was a stupid lake. Although many have tried, no one’s relocated the lost cabin to this day.
Old Set-‘em-up wasn’t the last person to mysteriously disappear around Crater Lake, though. The next case comes from February, 1911. B. B. Bakowski was a photographer who traveled from Oregon City to take the very first winter photographs of the Lake. He got there just fine. He set up camp, built a snow cave for emergencies, and stocked it with food. Then, after successfully photographing the Lake, he “seemed to just drop out of sight.”
Massive blizzards hit Crater Lake at that time. Bakowski’s sled and shovel were recovered a mile and a half from the Rim, but no trace of his body was ever found. Why he would leave the safety of his camp during a blizzard—and how he managed to get outside the range of a search radius during such a horrific storm—remains unexplained.
Later that year an indignant visitor reported, “Indian guides will take you near the Rim and await your return with their backs toward the mountains…” Maybe they knew something that old Bakowski didn’t.
Some sixty-four years later another photographer, Charles McCullar, also disappeared during harsh February storms. Searches turned up no trace of the young man despite the help of the FBI and Charles’ distraught father, who poured his heart and soul into the search.
A year later, in 1976, two hikers saw what they thought was a skeleton down a box canyon in a remote area of the park—more than 12 miles from where Charles had been taking pictures along the Rim. Twelve-foot drifts of snow were reported during the time of McCullar’s disappearance, with 102 inches of fresh snowfall covering the ground all over the park. For an ill-equipped person to make it twelve miles in these conditions is unfathomable. Keep that in mind, because this gets weird.
The hikers brought a tattered backpack and a few other items they found into the park’s ranger station. Rummaging through the pack, rangers immediately identified a distinctive Volkswagen key they knew belonged to McCullar. They mounted horses and rode to the obscure canyon, hardly suspecting the eerie scene that awaited them.

A clipping from the the Eugene Register-Guard shows Charles McCullar’s picture

What they found was so surreal that one thirty-year ranger described it as the strangest thing he had ever seen. It appeared as though Charles had “melted” right into his jeans while sitting on a log. His pants hadn’t been disturbed by animals or removed before his death. There were socks in his jeans and there were toe bones in the socks, but these ended with a bit of broken tibia. The rest of Charles was mysteriously absent from the site of his demise. A thorough search of the lonesome canyon turned up tiny bone fragments and the crown of his skull about twelve feet away. That was all they ever found of Charles McCullar.
To add more weirdness to this already ghastly scene, Charles’ jeans were unbuttoned and his belt undone. No shirt or coat was ever found, and most perplexing of all the rangers couldn’t find his boots. Rangers say they always find the boots! They are essential for traveling in the woods, animals don’t take them, and they can last for a century.
So the mystery is this: how did Charles manage to traverse twelve miles in eight and a half feet of fresh snow without clothes or equipment? Why did he undress himself? And, most importantly, where were his remains?
These cases alone are bizarre enough, but when taken with a complete history of the Lake they form an eerie puzzle—each missing person or mysterious death another tantalizing piece. I took the below inventory of unsettling reports from the park’s official website:
October, 1991: “Searchers spend three weeks slogging through four feet of snow looking for Glenn Allen Mackie, 33, of Brea, California. Snow had begun falling when Mackie’s car was first noticed in the parking lot. It contained his driver’s license, keys, passport, cash and toiletries. No trace of the man was ever found.”
August 24, 1978: “Massive air and ground search conducted by the National Guard and volunteers in search for a Cessna 182 that disappeared in the Crater Lake area with three on board, February, 1975. The search concentrates on a 50 square mile region in the southwestern portion of the park and the Northeast corner of Jackson County. The results were negative.” The crash site, along with three skeletons, was finally located in 1982.
March 28, 1971: “Nick Carlino of Grants Pass, Oregon disappears while snow shoeing along the Rim, just west of Rim Village. When his German Shepherd returned to the Cafeteria Building alone, Nick’s wife instituted a search. Calino’s snowshoe tracks were traced to the Crater’s edge where they abruptly disappeared.”
Summer, 1956: “Photographer falls to his death while attempting to photograph the Phantom Ship at Sun Notch.” I include this because it is yet another photographer to meet his end on Mazama. Maybe the mountain is camera shy. One website notes, “From 1926 to 1997, at least thirteen people have fallen to their deaths from the steep slopes of the crater. While one case was suicide, most of the others involved someone getting close to the edge to take a photograph.”
December 2, 1945: “A group of seven planes had left Redding, California heading for Washington. As the formation entered clouds near the Park, one of the planes disappeared… The official investigation of the crash was conducted in 1970, following the discovery of the [the pilot’s] skull.” Here’s the report of the skull’s discovery: “While sitting on a log wondering which direction to continue exploring, David had a feeling that something or somebody was looking at him. As he glanced about the trees, David discovered the skull ‘staring’ back at him from beneath a nearby log.”
July 4, 1947: “A Park visitor, Mr. Cornelius suddenly hands his startled wife his billfold and watch as he sits down on a snow chute near the old Lake Trail, and slides to the Lake attempting suicide. Since the fall only broke his leg, Cornelius crawls to the water’s edge and drowns himself.”
April or May, 1944: “A Grumman Torpedo plane TBF-VC 88-9=89, was reported crashing into the Lake. Two planes were flying in formation near Mt. Scott, when one partner turned away and when he looked back, the other pilot was gone… Another plane story says that a SNJ trainer went down late fall of 1944, while heading north and was never found. The pilot and turret gunner were lost.” One official, “reported that 2 or 3 planes crashed each week near the Army air base in Klamath Falls.” Apparently a fair number of boats, planes, and helicopters have sunken to their grave in Crater Lake itself. Some have taken their occupants along with them.
September 26, 1939: “Search for missing person, but never found.”
Summer, 1910: “Two men lost in the forest of the park and are never found.”
What may have transpired (or expired) around the Lake before the last hundred years of recorded history brings us back to the stuff of legend, which, if those old tales had been heeded in the first place, might have avoided some of the misfortune surrounding this forbidden mountain today.

What do you think? Is Crater Lake cursed? Is Mount Mazama the abode of some ancient evil? Or do people just sometimes trip over their shoelaces and fall twelve miles through apocalyptic blizzards—losing their shoes in the process? Let us know what you think on our official facebook page, on twitter @WhoForted, or in the comments section below!
You decide, but I won’t be sightseeing at Crater Lake anytime soon.

[h=3]Jasper T. Woodsman[/h]Jasper discovered he was a prolific writer when, during a letter-writing campaign to Congress on behalf of our National Forests, he got so carried away that his correspondence had to be sent in duct-taped shoeboxes. These were supsected to contain explosive devices, and were subsequently blown up by the Bomb Squad. Jasper took the news that his writing had an explosive impact on Washington joyously, and has been at it ever since. You can find some of his ramblings on anarchism and spirituality at the blog Ouroboros Ponderosa.
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[Cl1983]

This is more than I've ever seen on the lake. I've been there several times and didn't know a lot of this. There's a lot of areas natives consider cursed around there. Friend of mine works at tule lake where there was several large battles between them and the army and its considered cursed land as well. Fort Klamath has a long history in the area as well and I've heard of several cursed tales starting from the time they buried chief Joseph's head away from his body, but what I've heard came from park museum keepers