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Wednesday, September 22, 2021

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History of Skaguay

The Skaguay Hydro Electric Power Plant was built in 1899 within the inhospitable area now known as the Beaver Creek Wilderness Study Area about 6 miles south of Victor Colorado. Construction of the power plant was part of a larger project which was composed of 500 men in three separate crews simultaneously building three separate parts of the infrastructure needed to eventually power the nearby towns and subsequently the gold mines that brought them into existence. The project was split into three constituent parts. The first project was the Skaguay Dam and Reservoir. The second project was the construction of the pipeline from the reservoir to the power plant and the third project was the construction of the power plant itself. This would all be orchestrated by the Woods Brothers of Victor whose family was responsible for much of the town of Victor itself considering they owned and operated one of the largest and most prominent mines in the area, the Gold Coin Mine which was basically in the heart of downtown along with the Victor Hotel, Pinnacle Park and the First National Bank of Victor. As owners of one of the local gold mines, electricity would also mean the replacement of mule power by electric locomotives deep in the mines.

The 405 foot long Skaguay Dam was built out of 110,000 cubic yards of rubble generated from blowing up a nearby mountain using 13,000 pounds of explosives, after which the rock face of the dam was reinforced with steel and is said to be the first of its kind in the world. The 23,200 foot pipeline was 30 inches in diameter, mostly wooden and constructed by hand out of 1.5" redwood staves held together by metal bands. The placement of the power plant was decided such that the pipeline would have sufficient pitch (1,165 feet down) to generate enough power to turn the 5 turbines and run the generators. The Woods Brothers had a policy of taking care of their employees and to that end they added a saloon, dance hall and gaming room along with housing, laundry, and a cookhouse to the site. People and equipment were brought to the plant via an aerial tram. The tram was an open cable car located at the edge of a cliff where the road ended. When the rider was prepared to descend, they would touch a metal rod to the cable which rang a bell back at the plant. The ride then took the cart down sheer cliff faces and through a tunnel before reaching the plant. Among the less functionally necessary items to be successfully conveyed to the plant in this manner were a piano and a slate pool table.

Skaguay came online in May 1901, 2 years after construction began. According to "Skaguay: The Miracle of the Gold Camp Near Cripple Creek & Victor", “To celebrate the event for the success of Skaguay, the Woods brothers waited until the 4th of July to put on a real party. Electricity was free and the streets were lit up like a Christmas tree. Old carbon-type, incandescent-type globes were ordered in by the hundreds and burned night and day. Searchlights were mounted on the Gold Coin Mine tower and their light roamed the hills and streets catching parties and dancing in their light. It was a real celebration for the new boomtown and it continued for three days.”

Various floods threatened the dam over the years but none have brought about its demise. The flood of 1912 was so powerful that they dynamited the flood gates to save the dam. The flood of 1921 wiped out all the bridges in the canyon. The flood of 1942 wiped out the tram track and thus cut Skaguay off from the rest of the world for 3 weeks. Unfortunately for the power plant, one flood would prove too much. The flood of June 1965 was brought about by weeks of rain which caused flooding so intense that 21 people died. On June 17 1965, 8 inches of rain pounded the nearby town of Cripple Creek whose three dams all failed. The excess runoff caused Skaguay Dam to overflow, sending a five foot wave over the edge and down the canyon. Over a mile of pipeline was clogged and another half mile was completely destroyed. The pipeline was never repaired and the cost was too great to remove the machinery so everything was left to the wilderness. The land itself was eventually turned over to the government and is now considered a wilderness area.

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Skaguay Dam Upon Completion in 1900

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A Cautionary Tale of Professional Stupidity

This trip was a long time coming. It also nearly involved a search and rescue team, embarassment, regret and maybe even a little death here and there. Do not attempt to do this in one day like we did. We are experienced semi-professionals. But sometimes even the most semi-professional of adventurers make really dumb decisions. This is one of those times.

The Skaguay Power Plant has been on my bucket list for several years now and despite several trips to Colorado, I never could work it into the schedule/logistics of any prior trip. On this occasion I was on vacation with my wife when a good comrade showed up at the last minute, just in time to barely make this expedition possible. I had already done my research and some rough calculations and I was confident we could pull it off (and now you know who to blame). I was therefore excited and looking forward to finally doing it. Soon, however, we would question whether or not we should have tried doing Skaguay on this trip and at one point we seriously questioned whether or not we were both going to make it back out on our own. And things only got worse from there. For the record: this is a true account of our experience.

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The trail is listed as an 11.4 mile route with over 1,400 feet in elevation gain and considered difficult by any means. In reality this is an intense hike, even if you split it up into two days by camping out here, but it's an especially brutal grind if you are an idiot and attempt to do it out and back in one day like we did. Most reviews I've seen say that each direction takes about 5 hours. Having been on a relatively strenuous mountain hike only two days prior and now fully rested, I calculated our speed and estimated Skaguay would take us 3 hours per direction (... heh). Thus we naively thought we could knock this out in a day no problem. There's absolutely no cell service down here so you have no means of communication with anyone back at home/camp/etc so you'e truly all on your own in the wilderness. The trail is not officially established, meaning that there's no signage and often no well worn path to follow.. and the area also happens to be home to one of the largest concentrations of mountain lions in Colorado, so there's that.

We started the hike shortly after 10am on a very comfortable August day in 2021, roughly an hour later than planned. We passed signs on the way that warned you to "plan for a two day trip" if you're going where we're going. But the thing about signs is they're just signs and promptly ignoring signs is all part of the job. If we're talking inner signs, or "gut insticts", that's just the other side of the same coin. If I listened to my gut instincts, I'd never do anything cool because every good adventure starts out with anxiety and a knotted gut and with experience you simply learn to completely ignore your "gut" (which admittedly sometimes leads me into really dumb situations most normal people would have avoided while smugly attributing it to the wisdom of their digestive tract and its feelings on the matter [ and ..yes.. I know. I can hear you sitting there saying "But your gut health is directly linked to your mental health blah blah blah". That's true, but you've gotten me way off track here with this unnecessary brackets-inside-of-parentheses-meta-bullshit, so just shut up and listen while I tell my story, ok?]). As I was saying, gut instincts are not trustworthy sources of information. To believe in their accuracy is to believe in the supernatural and psychic powers and ghosts and stuff. So anyway, the Skaguay expedition was to occur on our last full day in Colorado, followed by an early morning flight. My "gut instincts", or more accurately, my "logical assessment of the situation" told me that doing this huge ambitious trek at the last minute before an early flight could be problematic. But what is life if you're never pushing boundaries?

I had a camelback full of water and some food and all the usual gear crammed into a backpack which weighed me down tremendously. The hike started off quite as expected; The weather was perfect and the sound of the creek rolling along the rocks and the hills was soothing as we followed its winding course through the beautiful mountains. I thought we had this thing in the bag. As we progressed, however, the trek became increasingly difficult. What started out as relatively flat, serene praries rolling along next to a calm and peaceful creek became boulder scrambles precariously situated above a raging river. The creek crossings I had read about were, in my imagination, something we would just roll up our pants legs for and walk across. And that's maybe what the first one was. But the remaining 5 or 6 (each way) were increasingly dangerous affairs as we fought against extremely strong currents and fridgid ice cold water that began to sting and numb your extremeties as you approached the other side, soaking your lower half entirely and leaving you cold and wet for the entire rest of the hike. And just as soon as you began to dry out and warm up, the next one is waiting. Each crossing ate up considerable time as we shed our packs to change shoes and redo our entire configurations on both sides of the "creek". I had read about some people making it most of the way before having to get wet and I can only assume the water level was either lower for them or it was unusually high on this trip. One thing is for certain; When we went, it was a heavy flow day.

At about 1pm, or according to the map roughly 3/4 of the way to the power plant, we were definitely feeling it. I had already put up my GoPro long ago so as to pay more attention to what I'm doing, where I place my feet and hands, etc. Around this time my comrade landed wrong on a step and re-injured his bad ankle. We rested. And questioned whether or not the trip was over. Not wanting to bail after having gone this far already, he soaked his swelling appendage in the ice cold water and eventually he felt comfortable continuing. We stubbornly marched on toward the objective. He powered through the pain and even stuck a collapsed water bottle in his boot so as to apply pressure to the injury. We took it slow and steady. Success was still a possibility but we also still had a grueling hike through challenging terrain ahead of us and then everything all over again on the way back. Just as we'd start to dry off a little, the next crossing would sneak up like a punch to the gut knocking us off our rhythm and slowing the pace considerably. The trail was, at the time of our expedition, at best moderately marked off in some areas and ..not marked at all in others. For the most part you can tell where you need to go but it kept us guessing often enough so as to send us down many dead ends only to force us to backtrack and waste precious time and energy in the process.

Finally at 3pm (now 5 hours into the expedition) we stumbled up the trail leading away from the creek directly to the plant itself. We were fucking exhausted and we were both now out of drinking water. My comrade was really not doing so good by this point but we were so far in there was nothing to do but keep on keeping on. We've done terrible gruelling shit before and yeah this trip was already ranking among the worst. I rushed around as fast as possible to check out the plant knowing that we were going to be pushing right up against nightfall on our way back. And doing this hike in the dark sounded like the worst possible outcome. It wasn't yet 4pm by the time we were back on the trail. I had planned to spend a good amount of time onsite resting while taking in the amazing scenery and experience knowing that I may never see it again but as late as it was we needed to move quickly so I didn't so much as sit down to catch my breath except to shove food down my throat. I later learned that my comrade was so dehydrated and exhausted that he couldn't even keep his down.

And this is the point where things went from bad to worse. With time running out, both of us out of water and us being about ~5 miles deep in the mountain wilderness and with no means of communication with the outside world, my comrade very soon began experiencing serious uncontrollable muscle cramps and wild spasms which immediately sent him to the ground. Each occurrence set us back that much later as we waited out the waves of horrible pain. His leg muscles were doing things I've never seen leg muscles do before. We began considering, eventually openly discussing, contingency plans such as me taking his keys and going back to town to find help to get him out. While I was holding together ok I was definitely not in any shape at this point to be carrying him out over the boulders and through the water. The fact that I was scheduled to leave Colorado very early the following morning weighed on my mind. Furthermore, I had left my rental and hitched a ride with him the ~2 hours down to the reservoir so I couldn't have left him there even if I wanted to. Not to mention the fact that there were very likely bears/mountain lions/etc in the area. Everything was falling apart. I cursed myself for allowing this to go so far and for things going so wrong.

Despite all this, I tried to make sure we remained positive. Sure I had to leave early in the morning but sleep isn't really a "necessity" when you get down to it. We just had to take it one step at a time and eventually we probably had a decent chance of making it out alright even if we had to crawl. It didn't help that the trail was so poorly marked that we encountered several dead ends forcing us to back-track several more times. We slowly crept onward, still fairly confident in an overall good outcome.

And this is the point where things went from worse to worse-er. As the sun lowered in the sky, the shadows of the mountains on our left rose up the sheer rock face of the mountains on the right before finally completely topping them and dissolving the faint signs of the trail into the murkiness of the night. We were still only about halfway back. The temperature also plummetted and each creek crossing was more and more unpleasant than it was in the warm sun and daylight. As darkness enveloped the land and encouraged nature to transition to its nocturnal state, we began to see lightning in the distance. Things were looking really fucking not good. There was now a real possibility that we were now going to be stuck deep in this valley in the dark with a comrade who could barely walk and a creek that was already loud, powerful and dangerous to cross with a fucking rainstorm on top of it making conditions significantly worse in all respects considering it would mean even colder temperatures, deeper/stronger currents and slippery boulders. It seemed as though our situation was turning out to be as shitty and dangerous of an experience as possible. This is an area that is prone to powerful floods and avalanches that flush away anything dumb enough to be in its path and there we were.

It was now completely dark and the waxing moon in the part of the sky that wasn't yet overtaken by clouds was still only a sliver of light and therefore provided no illumination except to differntiate the dark blue of the sky from the now-shorouded-in-black featureless mountains and the landscape we had to navigate below. My ultra bright headlamp was incredibly harsh against the pure black of the night and even with this light it was difficult to identify whether we were on a trail at any given point or if we were just bushwacking in the weeds. We still had a ways to go and having lost count I desperately hoped that, now that it was completely dark, the water crossings were all behind us and that the rain would hold off. Finally the ground levelled out and the creek did the same. We only barely succeeded in getting past the worst of the crossings before total darkness. But just walking on the relatively flat ground, even without the rain which now seemed imminent, each step forward required every last bit of strength we had left as we dragged our ragged and exhausted shells of our former selves onward. We were no longer racing (albeit very slowly) against the dark. We already lost that battle. We were now racing against the increasingly near and frequent lightning and the black clouds which by this time had extinguished half of the stars in the sky and with it the last of the visible natural features the night offered us. I began to perceive scents that I was unfamiliar with but which smelled like a musky animal smell. And I would occasionally see pairs of eyes on the trail ahead reflecting my light but I couldn't see well enough to determine what sort of creature the eyes belonged to. I kept checking GPS and we were walking exactly as slowly as it felt like we were. Time dragged and we dragged along with it. All the while the very real dangers that we faced seemed only to accumulate.

We finally turned the last corner of the path and were greeted by the artificial light of civilization. Fairly surprised to not be washed away under what I imagined was the soon-to-be "Flood of 2021" (in which only us two idiots managed to die by being washed away forever down Beaver Creek), we got back to the parking lot at the reservoir at 11pm, (just over) ~12 hours after we began the trip and a full 5 hours past the time I had agreed to check in with my people who were now extremely concerned for our well-being. So concerned, in fact, that there was a missing persons report filed. Back at the hotel, they had tried to be ok with us being so late but the storm convinced them that things were perhaps not ok.

As we were getting in the truck, a 6 pack of beer fell out onto the parking lot. Several of the bottles began spraying everywhere and covered me in beer. "Perfect end to the trip", I thought. As we headed out of the parking lot, we had to navigate around a truck that had just pulled in with an obnoxious light bar blinding us. And then the lights turned red and blue because it was a cop. And that was naturally awesome since I was covered in beer and, according to other signs that were posted, there was no overnight camping allowed (which must be a new thing because I've actually camped there before). "An even more perfect end to the trip" I now thought and figured we'd be delayed and harassed. The cop asks us if we're Sublunar Johnson and Microwave and we reply in the affirmative (and this is when I realized my wife was going to kill me). He tells us that he was sent to look for us and had we not been in the truck when he arrived he would have called in the search and rescue team. He was surprised we made it all the way there and back in a day and at this point, so were we.

It was now 1am before I finally got to lay down in bed back at the hotel and if I fell asleep immediately, I'd only get a maximum 3 hours sleep before the 4am alarm clocks would ruin my day and force me onto the next phase of this brutal expedition which consisted of a very rushed, sore and miserably exhausted departure from the mystical lands of Colorado. Now back home and nearer to sea level, I am about as sore as I've ever been while typing out this dumbass report of our dumbass trip to the Skaguay Power Plant. Here's the thing. I keep myself in generally good shape so as to always be prepared for things like this and I exercise just about every day but this experience absolutely kicked my ass. Colorado doesn't fuck around. I'm immensely glad that I finally got to check this one off the list and I couldn't be happier that it's all behind me now and that we made it back without any serious issues.

Whatever you do, don't underestimate the Skaguay Power Plant and the Colorado wilderness that separates you from it. We did it in one day proving only that we are dumb. But we also proved to ourselves that we are perhaps too dumb to be stopped. Or something. This wasn't our first rodeo and I don't expect it to be our last but it was definitely the hardest yet.

At the very end of this post is the one picture I took along the trail on the way out as the last shred of daylight faded away. I did have a gopro running for the first ~1/2 of the hike so I'll have some footage of the easier parts of the trail included in the video, but I gave up recording eventually because of how hard the going was getting. I wish I had thought to turn it on for the night time portion of the trip, but I was kind of busy trying not to like die and stuff.

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We stopped here and rested as the daylight was nearly gone but we still had a ways to go before the end. It was the only point on the return trip that I bothered with a camera at all because I was too exhausted to care.

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Thursday, September 9, 2021

The area in which these mines reside is one of the most significant locations in Colorado in terms of gold deposits, having helped spur the gold rush of 1859. Within two months of the first reports of gold discovered here, 10,000 people had moved into town. All the veins in the region were initially easy to mine as they were already oxidized and decomposed at the surface and as a result the gold output here surpassed that of all other mining districts in Colorado combined, up until the 1880s, and 100 years later it still ranked second highest overall in terms of gold production. There were also substantial amounts of silver, lead, copper and zinc mined here. In the 100 years spanning 1859 to 1959 this county produced roughly 4,255,000 ounces of gold which would be worth $7.2 Billion today. And much of that gold came from the the very mines I explored and photographed here.

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Long after the remaining gold and other resources became increasingly diffcult and costly to extract, a sudden interest in uranium in the mid 1950's briefly revived some mining operations in the area. From the late 1950's onward, however, mining had mostly ceased which led to a rapid population decline resulting in the near complete exodus of several nearby towns leading to their current status as ghost towns.

Early stamp mills (which crushed the gold containing rock and then used mercury to separate the gold from the ore) by some accounts saved only ~1/4 of the gold from the ore and wasted all the other metals therein while smelters used other chemicals along with intense heat generated by burning coal to burn off sulfides that needed to be removed from the ore. This all produced large amounts of pollution which contaminanted the environment with mercury, arsenic and coal ash, let alone the ecological impact of stripping the hills of their trees for lumber to build mines and housing as well as the large pits and cavities the drilling operations left behind. One problem in particular facing deep subsurface mines is the fact that when the ore located deep underground, which is still rich in sulfides, is exposed to oxygen, the sulfides in the rock break down into sulfuric acid which then dissolves the metals and leaks out into the waterways. Due to the massive environmental impact early mining had on this county in particular, much of the area that was heavily mined is now considered an EPA superfund site.

The mines presented below represent some of the earliest and most prominent such mines not only in this county but in all of Colorado mining history. While they certainly contributed to the destruction of the environment from which they profited, they also represent the blood sweat and tears of the working people upon whose backs and by whose hands untold riches were dug up and hauled out of the ground some 150 years ago. Great cities rose pracitcally overnight and many fell just as quickly as a result of these dwindling relics of 19th and early 20th century industry. Now these crumbling shells of once massive mining operations and the scars which they inflicted upon the earth simply lie discarded by the small numbers of wealthy businessmen who ravaged the hillsides when it was profitable and disappeared overnight when it was no longer feasible to make money here. I am simultaneously in awe of the history of these industrial relics and saddened by the amount of damage the business owners and other wealthy investors wrought upon the very environment which contributed to their financial successes.

Colorado Gold Mine #1

The first mine here was especially awesome. There was an old engine visible on the hill and as I got closer I realized the large pile behind it was situated above one of the partially collapsed entrances with the main pit still higher up the hillside. This was originally a large number of smaller independent mines but was later organized to a single gigantic entity. There wasn't much left of what I assume is the grinder or the ore loading buildings, but what was left was old as hell and thus pretty damn cool. To me, this is the kind of stuff that makes an entire trip worthwhile.

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Colorado Gold Mine #2

The second mine here is a large mill which was built much later than the above. It was originally advertised as being able to process 10,000 tons of ore per day. The property this sits on is currently active and mining operations were in full swing at the time of my visit.

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Colorado Gold Mine #3

This is one of the 1859 era mines that is now just barely standing today.

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Colorado Gold Mine #4

This mine operated from the 1860's until the 1930s and was one of the best producing mines in the area.

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