Rides II

(Continued from Rides I)

Then up the hill on the other side. The Indian mounds that were up there were destroyed when they built the highway. A right turn would take you to Jennings’s Dairy and Cholera Hill. Victims of the Cholera epidemic in the 1800s are buried there. Straight ahead down the hill we see the Skunk River across the bottom. Scott’s farm is on the right. The house was flooded so many times that they moved it to higher ground.

Crossing the Skunk River prompts stories of buried gold to the north (I’ll get to that story later) and south, a story about Uncle Lew and the time he met an old Indian while building fence. The Indian, on a horse, told him his people came from that area and were now in Kansas. He wanted to come back to this place before he died.

Rome is next on the right. It was always known for tough guys and taverns. There may still be one or two of both there? The Rome stories occupy us almost all the way to Lockridge. Then we talk about our cousins, the Eglis and stop in the local café for breakfast. Amazingly, Dad seems to know everyone in the place.

From the café on old Highway 34 we head past the cemetery where a lot of my relatives rest and then north. “Coalport,” Dad says as we pass under the railroad. You can see the outcropping of coal in the ditch on the west side of the road. We go north to Four Corners. Only a tavern and a house remain there. Dad talks about what a rough place that is and that I should stay out of there. We did go in once together for a soda. It was the middle of the day and we were the only ones in the place besides the bartender.

We head north again now on gravel. The missing gold comes up again as we go forward. He tells of the Indians receiving a government allotment and the money never showing up in circulation. Camp Golden Valley got its name for that reason. I will chronicle that story in more detail another time. The gold could still be out there.

Next, at a curve in the gravel road he talks about the evidence found that indicated Spanish explorers were in the area 400 hundred years ago. Artifacts, crosses, and the foundation of a fortification have been found as well as references in Spanish documents. Looking out the car window you can only imagine what fascinating things have transpired here.

At the corner that leads to McCoon’s Landing there is what remains of an old steam engine in the corner of a field. Dad tells of the sawmill and how someone had poured water into what must have been a dry boiler. It exploded and killed both of the men who were working there. The large barrel portion of the engine with a gaping hole remains as a solemn reminder. Down the hill to the east is the campground and what used to be a ford in the river. Across from that spot is a farmstead where Dad spent much of his childhood.
(To Be Continued)