Spindle Quest: Chasing Lost Creek Gold. - Slumach
Spindle Quest: Chasing Lost Creek Gold. - Slumach
Spindle Quest: Chasing Lost Creek Gold. - Slumach
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IN HIS BOOK The Fraser Bruce Hutchinson mentions<br />
a cave near China Bar where a group of miners found<br />
cover from Indians during the Fraser River <strong>Gold</strong> Rush. A<br />
cave in the Fraser Canyon would be an interesting place<br />
to hunt for treasure caches. In the book the cave is just<br />
mentioned in one sentence and I was sure no one had ever<br />
searched for it.<br />
China Bar is still difficult to get to. It is reached by driving<br />
to Boston Bar and crossing over the Fraser to North<br />
Bend. From there logging roads reach deep into the mountains<br />
to an area called Scuzzy <strong>Creek</strong>. A walk up an old logging<br />
area running alongside the creek gets you to a point<br />
where you have to scale down the side of a mountain.<br />
Once down the mountain you follow the railroad tracks to<br />
the mouth of Scuzzy <strong>Creek</strong> and go up into the hills. Rob<br />
and I tried this on a hot July afternoon in 1989, hoping<br />
that with a little luck, we would stumble upon Hutchison’s<br />
cave.<br />
I had managed to get my hands on some claim charts of<br />
Scuzzy <strong>Creek</strong>, and its lower half was covered with claims.<br />
“Where others have found gold, you can find gold,” was a<br />
lesson preached in most prospecting circles. Therefore Rob<br />
and I also planned to do a little prospecting, or should I<br />
say, claim jumping in the Scuzzy <strong>Creek</strong> area.<br />
At Scuzzy <strong>Creek</strong> we parked the truck in a clearing and<br />
made our way up the ancient logging road. It took us a<br />
good hour or more to reach the end of the crumbling road<br />
to where we would make our descent down the side of the<br />
mountain. The mountainside was extremely steep and dry.<br />
Just before reaching the railway tracks, Rob and I stopped<br />
at a small stream. When we finished drinking we crossed<br />
the stream and hiked up to the top of a small ridge. I was<br />
sweating so much that my glasses slid off my nose. When<br />
I bent down to pick them up I noticed I was standing in<br />
the foundation of an old cabin, perhaps from a prospector<br />
who, with hundreds of others during the gold rush, envisioned<br />
himself finding his dreams. I called Rob who ran<br />
over and we looked around. I thought about something I<br />
had read in Karl Von Mueller’s book The Treasure Hunter’s<br />
Manual 7. Many a good cache, Von Mueller suggested, is<br />
to be found among the ruins of a crumbling cabin. That<br />
was an exciting thought, since I doubted that anyone had<br />
ever searched here with a metal detector. I planned to<br />
return to do that, but when I came back two years later I<br />
could not even find the spot where we found the ruins of<br />
that old prospector’s cabin.<br />
Once we had made our way down to the railway tracks,<br />
we decided to pan in some small creeks on the way, but all<br />
we found were fine specks of colour that you could hardly<br />
see with the human eye. We gave that up and followed<br />
what looked like an ancient prospector’s trail down the<br />
20<br />
Scuzzy <strong>Creek</strong> Exercise<br />
railway tracks. As we made our way into the most rugged<br />
part of the Fraser Canyon I could see the highway off in<br />
the distance across the Fraser River and Hell’s Gate. When<br />
we got down to the train tracks, I noticed a train bridge<br />
ahead of us where Scuzzy <strong>Creek</strong> flows into the Fraser. At<br />
the mouth of the creek was China Bar.<br />
As we walked towards the train bridge the heat became<br />
unbearable. I looked around for a place where we could<br />
hike down to the banks of the Fraser, but the cliffs looked<br />
way too dangerous. Rob wanted to look for a way down to<br />
Scuzzy <strong>Creek</strong> from the other side of the bridge and slowly<br />
started making his way across. I decided to follow him<br />
when suddenly I saw him turning around and yelling and<br />
I before I figured out what he was trying to tell me I could<br />
hear the blast of a locomotive horn.<br />
I was standing in the middle of the bridge and could see<br />
where the track circled around the corner, but I couldn’t<br />
see the train. I turned around in a panic and started walking<br />
back quickly. In the corner of my eye I could see the<br />
train coming around the corner. I started to run but I<br />
almost tripped and fell over because I had to jump from<br />
tie to tie on the railway tracks. My heart was now in my<br />
throat. I thought about jumping off the bridge down into<br />
the gorge, because the train was coming down on me fast. I<br />
glanced down at my feet trying not to trip.<br />
The train was now honking at me in a series of panicky<br />
blasts, as it slowly got closer to grinding me into a pulp of<br />
mashed flesh and blood. All I could do was hope that I’d<br />
make it to the other side of the bridge in time. I felt hat<br />
the train would now be soon on the bridge but my eyes<br />
were down at my feet. I had a vision of my mother tucking<br />
me into bed and whispering into my ear, only five days to<br />
Christmas, Daryl, she said in her calming voice.<br />
I didn’t dare look back at the train as I jumped from tie to<br />
tie. I could feel it rumbling under my feet; now breathing<br />
down my neck. Three ties to go…two…and one. I decide<br />
to jump for it and flung myself through the air with my<br />
eyes closed. I could hear one last blast from the train as<br />
my body flew through the air. I hit the ground with a thud<br />
and opening my eyes I watched the train beside me flying<br />
down the tracks. I lay there just listening to the sounds of<br />
the rumbling train and staring up at the deep blue sky that<br />
never looked so beautiful.<br />
My sky gazing was interrupted by Rob’s face looking<br />
down at me as I lay on the ground.<br />
“Friesen, I thought you were gone,” he said in a calm<br />
voice.<br />
“So did I,” I grumbled with intense relief.<br />
Little did we know this was just beginning of the excitements<br />
of the day.<br />
© Daryl Friesen 2009