Here I am looking like a complete Bubba, taking you into a mine shaft up in them thar hills. I was all by myself, too. I wasn't a dummy. I had a flashlight. The hike was hard because I decided that I wanted to go straight up the mountainside and cut out the long switchbacks on the official trail up to this mine. It was arduous and about killed me. My whole body started to puff up as you can see my face was swollen. I wasn't planning to go up that far and didn't have water. Stupid me. It was über hot as well.
This is about one hundred yards into the mine, about 1/4 of the way in, and the sun's angle was just right to shine directly into the mine. It was about 7:30 pm then. The mine splits off into four different shafts and has been caved in, in the backs of two of those shafts, so I have no idea how far it really went originally. The back was filled with about six inches of water and was very cool. While it was super creepy to be in there by myself, it was nice to get out of the heat.
When I got out of the mine I decided that I hadn't hiked enough and saw a peak where somebody a long time ago carried a flag pole and raised a U.S. flag. The flag has been replaced many times, but there has always been a flag flying there since the pole was placed. That was an even more insane straight up hike--more like a scramble. It is important to note that I have come a long way from having stairs be my Everest to now climbing local hills. I've gone from skeletor to Bubba, but I am a strong, healthy Bubba now. With a little tweaking I can get myself to an Earl. Maybe.
As you can see, my unplanned climb made for a dark descent. Luckily, the flashlight I had brought, just in case I made it to the mine, came in handy for the hike down. I found the official trail, which made for safer hiking. I didn't like the idea of walking on some scree and falling a hundred feet or so down the cliffs that I scrambled around going up. I got home around 10:00 pm. Man, that was great. I am feeling right chuffed about myself now.
4 years ago