So, the river is low enough to wade across. I was curious about Pete’s “gopher holes” so, GMT in hand, I crossed just down stream of his flat. He was right. It is ancient riverbed material sitting on bedrock. Just like that wall by the road further down. I could see several places where he had dug horizontally into the hillside. Unfortunately over time, mud and rocks sliding down the mountain have filled them in.
As I worked my way around an outcropping I noticed what appeared to me to be a crack in the bedrock wall, hidden behind a tree. When I got close enough to see in, it became obvious it was a man made tunnel. The outside looked very natural, or maybe like the entrance to a Mayan temple, but inside it was a classic, curved ceiling mine. I stood in the entrance for several minutes hoping my eyes would adjust enough to see how deep it went, but I could only see about 50 feet in.
Now, I’ve been known to be adventurous to the point of dangerous, but I’m not completely insane. I was alone and across the river from my truck. If I didn’t come out of that mine for any reason, no one would ever find me. So, I went home.
I got right on my computed and started researching mine records, Eagle’s older posts and all my old maps looking for any clues. The nearest mine was 2 miles away. There wasn’t a quartz vein they were following. I couldn’t make sense of it so went to bed and dreamed of skeletons with muskets guarding canvas sacks of gold…
It took me 2 days to get back up there with a buddy. He stood at the entrance while I slopped through the mud with a flash light and the metal detector. Everything looked very stable for about 80 feet, when I came upon a pile of washed river rock on the floor. As I stepped over it, I aimed my flashlight up to see a shaft going up about 10 feet that busted through bedrock into the ancient river bed. It was indescribably spooky to be looking up at giant boulders stuck in the ceiling of the chamber above. I told myself that if one fell it wouldn’t fit through the shaft. I restarted my heart and hurried under the cover of the bedrock. The tunnel ran another 20 feet before another hole punched up through the bedrock. This one was huge. The material falling from the chamber blocked the rest of the tunnel. I scooped a half a bucket of material from the top of the bedrock and turned tail out of there.
It was beautiful day to sit in the shade by the river and pan. There was a stark contrast to the cold, dark, damp and terrifying tunnel behind me. But there wasn’t a speck of gold in the bucket. I’ll show anyone where this is at, but be warned, it’s dangerous as all hell and I didn’t find any gold in there…