The China Bar Adventure
Daryl, a letter came for you today,” my mom said to me as I walked into the house. “Where is it?” I asked. “The one on the counter in front of you!” she yelled from the living room. I picked up the small envelope with no return address. I opened it up and to my surprise found myself staring at a map of Pitt Lake with all kinds of locations marked on it. On the side of the map was some very old looking handwriting that was hard to read. “Well did you open it?” my mom asked.“Yes. It’s some weird map of Pitt Lake.” I explained. My mom came into have a look at the strange document not saying much as I went to my room to have a closer look. I closed the door and sat down at the same desk where I first studied the Pitt Lake file and began to read the strange text written on the side of the map. It reads as follows: The lost creek mine is there sure enough, but the country must be something awful. It is the ruggedness of the mountains that keep intruders off. A man in Sumas, Washington n told me of a similar mine near Harrison Lake. Several men have perished searching in an attempt to rediscover it. RE translation of Colonel Le Galls book Tahall let you know as soon as I get a reply from Paris. No. 4 of which I had known------is about halfway between number three and in an almost straight line. Can you guess what this location is? This is nuggets most likely Mr. Cooke, if I had not had any success with this map dowsing method right here in Germany, I would have hesitated to tell you this is John Slumach’s placer. Although the map does not give much topographic detail. I think it is a rather mountainous district. Here are------- mountains and peaks and size from 5 to 8000 feet and it is --------------unreadable sentence--------------------- To my friend. The message never reached its destination. My letter had been addressed to a Catholic priest of high rank in Vienna. The other day I looked in the local library in Kimberley. It is near the frontier in Alberta. I shall-----these lines tomorrow afternoon as I gave orders to make a photo enlargement of location number four. I hope to have been victim of a -------------. I believe I have even located underground flow of lost creek. It runs due south into the headwaters of Crawford creek. I have marked its course 5 ink marks starting from the X. The first thing I did after I read the map myself was to take it to Rob Causley. The two of us had formed a friendship while working a Panagopolous Pizza, Pizza delivery takes you into the heart of Langley and we both found the heart to be very, very black and nothing made you want to escape reality more than delivering pizza to some slobbering drunk who insults you for no reason other than you are the pizza guy or in Rob’s case he actually had a customer punch him because he was late with his pizza. When Rob and I got a chance we would meet at Matt’s Market in Cloverdale to take a break from driving and it was there where I first showed him the map. “Look what I got in the mail today, man” I said showing Rob the map. “Is that the closest thing to a treasure map you have ever seen or what?” Rob looked at the map with curiosity. “Where the hell did you get this anyway?” “It came in the mail today with no return address. It just showed up on my doorstep. Look at the site here,” I said pointing at the X marked near Crawford Creek, “that’s where the guy thinks the Lost Mine of Pitt Lake is. I don’t know if it’s true, but it’s interesting. We should take a trip in there this summer,” I said. “Sure I am up for that!” Rob agreed. We would save the lost mine target for later in the summer and we decided to try a diffrent treasure target in the Fraser Canyon not connected to Slumach. One of the targets I choose was a cave mentioned in a book written by Bruce Hutchinson titled The Fraser. In his book Bruce mentions a group of miners fleeing into a cave near China Bar to hide from the Indians, who were there fighting a war with the prospectors, who had invaded the Fraser Canyon during the Fraser River Gold Rush. A rare cave in the Fraser Canyon would be an interesting place to hunt for treasure caches because the mention of this cave in his book took up one sentence and I am sure no one has ever searched for it,. China Bar is still difficult to get to this day. To do so you have to drive to Boston Bar and cross over the Fraser to the town of North Bend and take the logging roads deep into the mountains to an area called Scuzzy Creek and then walk up an old logging that runs alongside the river until you get to a point where you have to scale down the side of a mountain. Once you are down the mountain you will see the railroad tracks that run through the Fraser Canyon. From there you can walk to the mouth of Scuzzy creek and up into the hills. Rob and I tried to attempt this feat on a hot July afternoon back in 1989. With a little luck, we were hoping to stumble onto the cave mentioned in Bruce’s book. We also planned to do a little prospecting in the Scuzzy Creek Canyon area. When Rob and I arrived at Scuzzy creek we parked my truck in a clearing and made our way up the ancient logging road. It took us a good hour or more to reach the end of the crumbling road to where we would make our decent down the side of the mountain. The mountainside was extremely steep and dry and I was sweating like crazy by the time I reached the bottom. Just before we reached the railway tracks, Rob and I stopped at a small stream to refresh ourselves. When I finished drinking I walked across the small stream and up to the top of a small ridge. I was sweating so much that my glasses sled off my face. When I bent down to pick them up I noticed I was standing in what looked like a foundation of an old cabin. I called to Rob who ran over to have a look. I imagine it must have belonged to some ancient prospector who envisioned himself finding his dreams along with hundreds of others in the Fraser River Gold Rush. When I looked around I had thoughts about something I read in Karl Muller’s book The Treasure Hunters Manual 7. Karl said that many a good cache is to be found among the ruins of a crumbling cabin. This got me kind of excited since I doubted anyone has ever searched here with a metal detector before. I guess I would just have to return, but when I tried to return to the site two years later the ruins of those old prospector cabins eluded me. Once we made our way down towards the railway tracks, we decided to pan in some small creeks on the way, but all we found were fine specks of colour that you could hardly see with the human eye. We then followed what looked like an ancient prospector’s trail down the railway tracks. I took a look around and I could see the highway off in the distance across the Fraser River along with Hell’s Gate which was a sight as we made our way into the most rugged part of the Fraser Canyon. As we got down to the train track, I noticed a train bridge ahead of us where Scuzzy creek flows into the Fraser and at the mouth of the river is were China Bar forms. The heat was pounding down on our heads as we walked towards the train bridge. I looked around for a place where we could hike down to the banks of the Fraser, but the cliffs looked way too dangerous. Rob slowly started making his way across the train bridge because he wanted to look for away down to Scuzzy Creek from the other side. I decided to follow Rob across the bridge when suddenly I saw him turn around and start yelling at me long enough for me to figure out just what Rob was trying to warn me about. I could hear the large blasting of a horn from a train off in the distance. I was standing in the middle of the bridge and from where I was standing, I could see where the track circled around the corner, but I couldn’t see the train. I turned around in a panic and started walking quickly back to where I had started. I could see the train from the corner of my eye come zooming around the corner. I started to run but I almost tripped and fell over because I had to jump from tile to tile on the railway tracks. My heart was now in my throat. I thought about jumping off the bridge down into the gorge, because the train was coming down on me fast. I glanced down at my feet being careful not to trip or else I was dead. The train was now honking at me in a series of panicky blasts, as it slowly got closer to grinding me into a pulp of mashed flesh and blood. All I could do was hope that I make it to the other side of the bridge in time; as my life was in the hands of fate. The train was now making its way onto the train bridge and my eyes were burned down at my feet. As I heard the sounds of the train blowing its horn, I had a vision of my mother tucking me into bed and whispering into my ear, "only five days to Christmas Daryl," she would say in her calming voice. I didn’t dare look back at the train as I jumped from tile to tile. I could feel its rumbling under my feet. It was now breathing down my neck. Three tiles to go…two…and one. I decide to jump for it and flung myself through the air with my eyes closed. I could hear one last blast from the train as my body flew through the air. I hit the ground with a thud and opened my eyes and watched the train beside me flying down the tracks. I laid there just listening to the sounds of the rumbling train and staring up at the deep blue sky, which never looked so beautiful. Little did I know that the excitement of the day was just beginning. My gazing up at the sky was interrupted with Rob’s face looking down at me as I lay on the ground. “Fuck Friesen, I thought you were gone,” he said in a calm voice. ”So did I,” I grumbled with intense relief. “Did you see any way down over there?” I asked slowly starting to remember why we had come here in the first place. “No, it’s all cliff,” Rob explained. “Man it’s hot,” he grumbled as he wiped the sweat off his forehead. “Maybe we can get down from here,” It looked like a crack in the giant rock cliff, which rested next to the train bridge, which we both failed to notice earlier. Rob and I squeezed ourselves through the tiny crack in the rock to where we found ourselves standing in a tiny rock room. From there we climbed up one of the small rock faces up onto a cliff where we found ourselves staring into the rugged beauty of Scuzzy Creek gorge. You could see the beauty of the river cutting its way over the rocks spraying tiny drops of misty water up onto the cliff cooling and refreshing our sweaty bodies Within minutes Rob and I were standing at the rivers edge. I plunged my head into the icy river gorging myself in its refreshing touch. Rob and I took a moment to relax enjoying the coolness of the river it was nice to finally be away from the intense heat. After I had been fully refreshed, I took a look around scanning the area for any gold panning opportunities while Rob walked up the river where a large waterfall was thundering. As I dipped my pan in the water, I glanced over at Rob to see what he was up to. He was trying to scale a steep rock cliff right next to the waterfall. I didn’t find anything in my pan and decided to follow him, thinking maybe I could find a better spot up river. The rock cliff looked much harder to scale then it really was. Within a couple of minutes, I was sitting with Rob on top of the bluff. From there we made our way up river. I figured that we would follow the river back to the truck with no problems or so I thought at the time. The canyon was looking more rugged as we made our way deeper into the canyon. If we wanted to go any farther we had to hike across the ragging river because it was getting much too steep on our side so that’s what we did. The rivers grip was extremely strong. I was paranoid I would lose my balance as I made my way across. The rivers current would plunge me down stream and off a giant waterfall sending me to the grave much earlier than I planned. When we got to the other side, we walked along a small ridge that slowly started to take us away from the river. I wanted to stay as close to the river as possible because it was so hot and I liked to have water within easy reach. Also, I was here to look for some gold; and any thought of stumbling onto the cave had pretty well left my mind. The ridge continued for a good quarter of a mile until it slowly turned into an impassable rock face. We could back track, but what’s the point? The reason we crossed the river was because it was impassable on the other side. We took a look around and noticed that the other side of the river now looked much easier to follow up stream, but how would we get down there? We were about a 100 feet above the river. Rob walked over to the edge of the cliff and looked down and suggested we jump. I walked over and had a look down. “It looks deep enough,” I said looking at the icy water below. “Besides if we go back we will have to climb up the fucking mountain again and who feels like doing that?” From up here the water look very clear and extremely cold. Rob looked at me from the corner of his eye as we both tried to sum up the courage to jump. “After you,” I said. Rob was the only friend of mine who would be the first to ever do anything crazy. If it had been with anyone else, I would have had to jump and then when I reached the other side, I would have to beg whoever it was that to go for it. Not Rob, no sir, he gave me one last look and flung himself off the cliff and into the icy stream. If you have ever had the pleasure of watching someone jump into a freezing river, I must say it’s very entertaining. The looks of shock on their faces as they hit the water and them bolting to the other side as fast as humanly possible make priceless Kodak moments, but at the same time you are extremely worried because you know that you will have to go through the same torture that they just went through. After Rob made it to the other side, it was my turn. My heart was pounding at a good speed as I started off the cliff down into the water. I stood there for a moment, closed my eyes and flung myself off the cliff. The seconds before I hit the water were the most painful as I’m waiting for the grip of the icy river. When I hit the water, I screamed with the adrenalin pumping through my veins. I looked over at Rob who was standing on a rock bluff with the adventurer’s gleam sparkling in his eye, and then I couldn’t believe what he did. He jumped back into the icy river climbed up the rock bluff to where we were just standing, jumped off again just for the sheer thrill of adventure. After the rush of the cliff we continued on our way up the river. The canyon opened up into a grand picture of ruggedness with a huge waterfall thundering off in the distance. The sheer beauty of the outdoors had pretty much blocked out my gold lust. We made our way through the water, which was up to our necks crossing once again to the other side of the river. There was no way that we could follow the river anymore. The waterfall was just too large to get around and the only way we could continue would be to hike off into the mountains. We made our way up the rugged mountainside, each step taking us farther away from the refreshing power of the river. Once we were out of the reach of the river the heat penetrated our bodies. It was now nearing the hottest part of the day. The farther we climbed the steeper the mountainside became I was now starting to worry with just one slip and it's goodbye cruel world. I of course made my first mistake when I looked down just to see how far I would fall. My heart jumped into my throat as I gazed down on what looked like a good 500 feet to the canyon bottom. I looked up ahead and I could see Rob struggling on above me. I wonder if he was feeling any fear. I noticed that Rob came to a complete stop, but I couldn’t understand why until I caught up to him. He was trapped below an overhanging cliff. If we wanted to continue up the mountain, we would have to find some way to get around, but it looked almost impossible. We could always climb back down, but when I looked down the mountainside, it looked almost too steep to pull it off. For the first time I felt my fear turn into panic. I looked over at Rob and he was desperately looking for some way around the overhang, but it looked hopeless. We had to do something quick or give up and die roasting forever in the clutches of the Fraser Canyon. The more we stood still, the more I noticed the heat and slowly my mouth was drying up. Suddenly, out of the corner of my eye I noticed that if I put my back to the cliff maybe I could get around to the other side of the overhang. I started very slowly as there was not much of a ledge to walk on. I noticed Rob watching me as he gave up any hope of finding a way around. I pushed my back as hard as I could against the cliff carefully ducking my head under the overhang. Rob slowly started to follow me. When I made it to the other side, there was still no guarantee that I could get up the cliff and past the overhang, but my thirst was going to find a way even if my will wanted to lay down on the boiling rock bluff and call it a day. I looked around in a panic for anything to hold onto and to push myself up. I noticed tiny rock ledge to put my foot on and if the rock ledge held out for long enough maybe I could climb up the side of the overhang and slowly claw my way up “I think I found a way,” I yelled to Rob who was still maneuvering himself across the tiny ledge. I sucked in a deep breath and lifted my leg up onto the rock ledge. I closed my eyes as I pushed the rock ledge with my one foot, praying that it would hold. So far so good, so I put my back against the overhanging cliff and took my other foot off the ledge placing it on top the rock. I was now wedged between the overhang and the rock, but my heart was in my throat as I noticed a small stream of dirt falling down underneath the rock that held my life in its hands. I sat there for a moment frozen because I was so scared. I looked down and saw Rob’s worried face about three feet below me. “You can do it Friesen,” he said in a shaky voice. If there was a time for prayers to the Almighty above, I suppose this would be the time, but for some reason the idea seemed pointless. The strength to get me out of this situation would not come from above. I had to dig it out myself. I fought an internal war with myself trying to find the strength to push myself on and I found my strength in the pain that was now aching from my back having pushed myself up as far as I could if I was going to make it past the overhanging. I would have to turn around as fast as I could and grab onto the top of the overhang without thinking about it. I reached up into the air and grabbed onto a tiny branch that dangled within my reach, and held onto it while I removed my feet from the rock. I dangled from the branch in air for about a half a second and then flung myself onto the side of the overhang. My hands dug into the tip looking for something to grab onto. I could feel my fingernails snap as my fingers dug into rock. I could feel my hands bleeding into the rock as I pulled myself up onto top the overhang where I laid down just listening to my heart beating against my chest. When I got a grip on the situation, I looked down at Rob who now had himself braced between my faithful rock and the overhanging cliff. As I watched him struggle I had visions of him falling down and I got really scared. I couldn’t imagine what would be worse, falling myself or watching a friend scream as his body tore apart bashing against the cliffs as he bounced down the mountainside to his death. “Reach up for the branch!” I yelled to Rob who was looking for a way to get himself on top of the cliff. “Here grab my hand,” I laid on my stomach and reached my hand down to him. He grabbed my hand and I pulled him up. His legs scraped against the overhanging as he struggled to find something to help push him up. Just one more foot I thought to myself as I heard Rob cry out, “God, please don’t drop me man!” Rob’s foot caught hold of something and with one final gasp he pushed himself up onto the top of the overhanging falling on top of me, neither one of us said anything for about five minutes. We just laid there sweating as the sun’s beams robbed us of all our energy. “If we had anyone else with us we would be dead right now.” Rob said breaking the silence. “I’m really getting thirsty,” I said feeling the lack of saliva in my mouth. “We better find a way back down to the river.” Rob and I stood up and continued trudging up the mountainside, and were soon faced with another problem. As we turned north we were walking on top of a large rock bluff and it would not allow us to reach the river down below. I was getting so thirsty that I had thoughts of just jumping off the cliff into the river. My lips were dry as the heat of the sun beamed down on our tired souls. We followed the rock bluff for another mile or so when Rob who was walking in front of me stopped. “We have to find another way,” he said. I looked around and saw a road way off about five miles up the mountainside. “We could always hike up to the logging road,” I said pointing towards the top of the mountain. “I think we can make it” he said trudging north towards the top of the mountain. As we hiked north towards the logging road the branches on the mountain started to get thicker and were now tearing our skin as we walked. We hiked for a good ten minutes before being stopped by yet another rock bluff. “This is just fucking great!” Rob cried out in frustration. “Let’s go back down,” I said, “we can’t get around that, it’s huge!” We both headed back the way we came and found ourselves once again standing on top of the rock cliff. “I have to stop for a minute,” I said. Rob and I sat down on a rock and rested taking in our situation. “What time is it?” he asked. “Three o’ clock” ”Well, look at it this way, if we don’t get back home by nine somebody will come looking for us.” “We’ll be dead by then” he grumbled. With that pleasant though in mind we got up and walked on top of the rock cliff. I was getting really thirsty now. My legs were just moving themselves as my mind was filled with visions of cold drinks dripping down my throat. Rob was trudging away in the distance. When I wasn’t thinking about cold waster, I was watching him in worry that he was going to stop. “You see anything yet?” I yelled hoping he would say he found a stream or something. “Ah maybe!” he yelled. I didn’t know how I kept myself walking. I was exhausted and my mind was drifting far away. I had visions of my cat sleeping on the stairs at home. How I would kill to be there right now with an ice cold Coke in my hand. “You see anything yet?” “I don’t know,” he responded. Something has to break soon or I don’t know what I’ll do, I thought to myself. I was slowly starting to break down. I had to stop just for a second and I sat down on the edge of the cliff looking down towards the river far below. “I could make it,” I thought. I could survive the fall no problem. I told myself this over and over trying to get the courage to jump. Part of my body knew that if I did jump I was dead, but the thirsty desperate side wanted to jump so badly. I thought my body was going to explode. “Friesen!” Rob called, but I didn’t hear him, as I was too busy having World War Three in my head. “Friesen!” I heard it again, but it sounded like an echo. “I think I found a way down,” he said snapping me out of my daze. “Really?” I said in excitement. Rob’s words brought back my failing hope and I followed him. When I heard him scream in happiness, I knew he was not leading me on. Rob’s scream of joy was the happiest sound I had ever heard up to this point in my young life. When I ran over to where Rob was, he was standing in what looked like an ancient riverbed, which was dried up. “It will take us back down to the river” he said making his way down the ancient riverbed. I could hear the river thundering below, but the forest blocked it from sight. I moved as fast as I could, stumbling over the ancient rocks in the ancient channel. I could see Rob rushed through the branches up ahead. When I arrived a few seconds later, I just dropped to the ground plunging me head into the water and sucking in the freshness of the river. The water filled my empty belly. I kept drinking and drinking filling my body with its refreshing power. After we both had our fill we sat by the edge of the river just resting and thinking that this was the best water we had ever tasted. “That was close,” I said to Rob who was sitting and playing in the dirt. “Yeah”
“Thanks for what you did back there,” I said. “What’s that?” “When I kept calling you asking if you could see a way down you never said no, even though you were as scared and lost as I was.” Rob never said anything he just looked at me, but I could read what he was thinking. I didn’t need to thank him, but I had to. His words, even though they were not true at the time, gave me the hope I needed to keep myself from giving up. When we started to feel a little better, we realized that our adventure was not quite over. We still had to cross the river and hike back up the other side of the mountain to the logging road. The river was a ragging torrent and neither one of us thought about it as we slowly started to wade across it. It was up to our chests and its power was awesome. If I slipped, God knows how far it would carry me down stream. We both made it to the other side in one piece, now only the mountain left to climb and then we were home free. As we started to climb the mountain, I noticed that I was starting to feel sick to my stomach. Must be all the water, I suppose. As I hiked the branches tore at my legs slicing them, but I hardly noticed, as I was too busy worrying about my not-getting-any-better stomach. Within a couple of minutes, I had to stop, I could feel my stomach convulsing and before I knew it, I puked up all the water that I had just drank. I didn’t care I just kept on trudging up the mountainside and within 15 minutes Rob and I were standing on the logging road. I had never been so happy to see a flat surface in my life. As the two of us slowly walked down the road we both knew inside we were really lucky to be alive.We could see the truck off in the distance I was so happy to see it. I felt like kissing it. I was still dying of thirst as was Rob and I could not wait to get back to civilization. As we drove up the dusty logging road looking back at the valley, I was overcome by a sense that I had been saved by what I will never know, but I couldn’t shake the feeling the entire drive back home. Research continued into lost treasure after the China Bar escape. My next adventure was to take me to a place deep in the heart of the Stave Lake Mountains, and for me when I was growing up, would become a sacred place where you could run to escape from the world and really get in touch with your soul. My discovery of this place started like many things in my life as a treasure hunt. Rob was once again my partner in this great discovery. The object of our search was to be a yet another cave mentioned this time in Charles A Miller’s book The Golden Mountains. I had brought with me topographic maps of the area, which I charted the general location of where I thought the cave would be according to the descriptions in Miller’s book. In the book, it says that the cave is located on the west side of Norrish Creek where the river turns east. I left Rob to the task of navigating us up the windy logging road while I kept my eyes on the road and my ears listening for the sounds of logging trucks. Rob said that we were to keep going until we came to the fourth bridge that crossed Norrish Creak. From there we could park my truck and hike up the river to the location I had circled on the map and if all went well, the cave would be there. After about a half an hour of driving up the logging road we came to the fourth bridge where I parked my truck and we headed down to the river canyon to begin our search. The river was thundering because it was spring run off. We tried to walk up the river by jumping from rock to rock, but we gave up because the river was too high so we decided if we wanted to continue we would have to get our feet wet. No big deal. The river was icy cold as Rob and I slowly hiked up the great waterway. The sunrays were dancing through the clear water. I noticed as we walked up the river that the sound of the river was growing much louder and as Rob and I rounded the next corner we came face to face with a giant beautiful waterfall. The waterfall cut through an ancient ledge of rock. It cascaded down the cliff forming a large dark green pool. The water was so clear you could see the bottom. Rob and I stopped in silence admiring the great creation Mother Nature had carved. The waterfall was a great splendor indeed, but it was also an obstacle keeping us from reaching the cave. We couldn’t get around the waterfall by following the river because it was too large. Perhaps we could get around it if the river was lower, but if we were to continue with our quest we would have to hike around the waterfall by climbing through he bush and that’s just what we did. The branches poked at our flesh as we were climbing and soon we were standing above the might waterfall where I was to make an interesting discovery. I slipped and fell over and when I landed on the ground I thought it sounded hollow. I called out for Rob who was looking down at the waterfall. He ran over to where I was now knocking on the ground. “Listen.” Rob put his ear to the ground. “What is it?” “Does that sound hollow to you?” I said curiously as I knocked harder. I looked over at his face, which was lit up with wonder. “Well?” I said. “Ya, I would say so,” he said. “There’s only one way to find out.” And with that Rob and I started digging with our hands. Within minutes we were through he dirt and staring at five large man made pieces of wood. “Do you have a knife?” I asked. Rob pulled out his knife and started chipping away at the wood. “This is gonna take forever, I have a better idea, stand up.” Rob knew what I was thinking and we both jumped up and down on the boards. Within seconds the wood snapped in half and Rob and I found ourselves in the bottom of a five-foot hole. “You okay?” I said to Rob who had landed on top of me. “Ya, at least we know it’s hollow now.” Rob got up and crawled our of the hole and I was about to follow when I started to push myself up, I felt my hand touching something metal. “What is it?” Rob yelled from the top of the hole. “I think I found something.” I picked up the object and scrapped the dirt off. My heart was pounding against my chest with the anticipation of discovery “It’s an axe head,” I said. “Damn I was hoping it was a large piece of gold. Did you bring a flashlight?” I poked my head out of the hole to see what he was doing. “Friesen come here!” he called. I climbed out of the hole and ran over to where he was standing. “What is it?” I asked. “Look,” he said pointing to a pile of ancient beams, which were ticking out of the ground. “I would say we have found ourselves some sort of old camp ” Rob said with a happy smile. We dug around a bit more with Rob’s knife and we unearthed some more artifacts. We found a couple of more axe heads and some broken old bottles, and a gold pan. We would have to return next weekend with some better equipment. It was getting late, so Rob and I decided to call it a day and we headed back down to the river and hiked back to the truck. When we were cruising down the logging road, I heard Rob start to mumble to himself as he studied the map we had used to guide us up here. “What is it?” I asked. “Ah man! I don’t believe this!” “What!” “We were not even close to Norrish Creek. It’s way over here!” We took the wrong road off the freeway. The river we hiked up is called Lost Creek say Rob with a smile. I didn’t care because Charles A Miller’s cave would always be there and thanks to our mistake we had made our own discovery. We returned to the site several times after our first discovery and excavated the town. We pulled out all kinds of artifacts, such as axe heads, old work boots, pouches, and bottles. It turned out what we had actually found was the remains of either a mining or a logging camp. My guess would be it’s a logging camp and it’s still sitting there, as it was when we found it with many other artifacts still waiting to be found. It was not the find of the camp that made this place a source of great wonder for me when I was growing up. It was the beautiful waterfall and the great pool below it where I spent hours swimming and exploring all through the many summers that would follow. As the summer of ’89 came to close and we returned to high school for our final year, Rob and I drifted apart though the winter and I made several other friends, but Rob and I had a friendship bonded by the China Bar and the Lost Creek experiences and there would be several great adventures to come including a trip to Central America.
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