For those who don’t believe in ghosts, think about the science of energy: it can be transformed or transferred but not destroyed.
Now think about the human consciousness as energy: our emotions and innate instincts possibly leaving impressions in a time-space continuum. To get to the point, I believe ghosts are energy remnants and I believe that places connected with adventure and passion – like old mines – are probably replete with these “recordings”.
That’s what I was contemplating as we struggled up the hill the last time we visited the property. Every time I paused to catch my breath, I took a moment to just listen and “feel” the place. I wanted to “ask” those who’d gone before us, where the gold still hid if any was left.
The California Mine and surrounding property has become more than just a business venture or a recreational place. We’ve learned enough about its history to realize there’s a story or past production complete with props.
Being there in person, we’re witnessing with our own eyes, what the miners took one last look at – maybe over a shoulder – before walking or riding away roughly 70 years ago.
I feel our presence might stir up the cosmic “dust”. Except for the effects of nature, we have walked in on what has remained settled since 1939 – the last time we know of that it was worked.
Once we have reached the mine on several trips, we’ve poked carefully around and picked through the artifacts laying around. Mule shoes, mini rail spikes (everywhere), pots, chimneys, old oil cans, timbers, nails large and small, everything rusty and sounding like gold on my metal detector.
My husband has marveled at the pieces and wondered aloud about the people who cut into the rock, sorted through tons of ore, drove wagons, made meals, fought, and maybe skinned a knee in the process – or worse. He found a curious object hanging on a tree branch on a tailings pile. It was wrapped in foil and appeared to be a bandaid although how old, who knows.
The mountain is laced with smaller workings in addition to the California Mine but all except one entrance have mostly collapsed. We have suspicions about the adit that looks like it’s been worked more recently. It’s a sizeable tunnel we discovered who’s origins are part of another developing story.
As we explore, the energy feels thick, like the timbers that held up the rock around the various types of openings. We plan on going through the microfiche at the local library to learn as much as we can in addition to what we’ve found on the internet.
The most interesting of relics we find will end up at our home. I have a spike and a mule shoe to start.
The first night we spend there should be interesting. We have a lot of questions we’d like to ask.