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Mabel Arrington

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Post by Don Nelsen, July 18th, 2013:

In the 1890's homesteaders settled in the Multnomah basin, built homes, cleared it and farmed and raised a few farm animals. Some of the family names were Gordon, Petersen, Pau and Teuscher. Edward Arrington was one of the last to build a home in the Basin. Pau built a road connecting the RR grades to connect the families to the rest of the world. That road is the still used Multnomah Basin Road. The last of the settlers moved on by the late 20's or 30's and the very last resident, the reclusive Mabel Arrington, died of natural causes and her body was found along a trail in the basin. (Her ghost can be seen about dusk while you hike in to find the Buick - especially if it's a bit foggy) Anyway, I digress!

Post by zarrington » November 3rd, 2016:

Posted some information on Mabel Arrington (the recluse in the Basin) a while back [Keep reading for that, it's quite the journey! - AFL 5/2/2020]. Here's a bit more information about Multnomah Basin.

The Basin was homesteaded in the late 1800s, early 1900s by a number of families. However, the bad weather, the road access problem, and the development of the car (not to mention electricity which was becoming available in the 20s) pretty much destroyed the communities that lived in the Basin. A lot of people homesteaded in the Basin, including Edward James (EJ) Arrington who is my grandfather (yes, grandfather, NOT great grandfather). Have a list of the homesteaders, but don't think it's complete.

One of the most important figures in the homesteading that occurred in the Basin was John Teuscher, Jr. (see his name on the nameplate on the east side of the Benson Bridge--unfortunately misspelled). John Teuscher, Jr. married my aunt Mabel (not the recluse Mabel of the Basin--and, BTW, the recluse Mabel was named for this Mabel). Anyway, John Teuscher Jr had this great idea of a huge settlement in the Basin complete with stores, schools and churches and farms. He had a long article in the Oregonian (see March 24, 1912 Oregonian archives) about how wonderful it would be to move here, however, with roads being a bit of an issue. Of course, as you know, the roads never really improved, or if they did they got washed out by the rain and the winters thaw, snow, ice, etc.

George Paugh was one of the homesteaders in the Basin. (He's the one that "helped" name Cougar Rock). Paugh made an attempt to improve access into the Basin--and was the one that built the road that goes from the lip of the Basin northish down to Multnomah Creek, using dynamite mostly--have a photo of him thanks to my Aunt Mabel (the one married to John Teuscher, Jr.--she was quite the photographer). That part of the road should be renamed for him.

Post by Don Nelsen, July 20th, 2013:

Mabel really didn't have a cabin for her last few years. Reports are that she lived in the wild - old cedar hollow trunks and the like. Lots more to this story! Photos of the original settler's cabins exist.

Post by Lurch, July 22nd, 2013:

The 'Vertical Cabin' was the home of Edwin Arrington (Mabel's brother), one of the last homesteaders out there, and It was one of the last structures to stay standing but has been gone since about the 50's. They built it with the logs standing up, instead of horizontal like a 'traditional' cabin. Supposedly it lasts longer?

Actually Mabel did have a house her last few years, she just refused to live in it in the 60's Mabel's other brother Warren had brought in a metal prefab house for her, but she stayed in a log 3 sided shelter (I'm assuming something probably pretty close to the Russ Jolley Shelters) She passed away up there early one spring, and they later burned her shelter. Supposedly the prefab house remained, complete with a sewing machine in it and may still be up there, although I have yet to find it or know of anyone that has. She was in the eastern 20 acre parcel of the basin until the mid 70's

Mabel is definitely an interesting story.. I have the version I've been told and then the one that I have managed to dig up myself... They don't necessarily match up.

Mabel is EJ Arrington's daughter, apparently born and raised in the Basin. From what I've heard from multiple sources, is that at one point she had lived and worked in Portland, and was in a relationship with a Greyhound Bus driver (who was married at the time). Somewhere downtown she had slipped on a streetcar track while running to speak with him and managed to disfigure her face, which lead to the recluse never wanting to been seen bit of the legend.

The side story that I have been able to dig up, that may or may not be the true story comes mainly from a single article out of the Oregonian in the 1920's.

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Post by Lurch, July 22nd, 2013:

John Teuscher was supposed to have a cabin out nearish to Cougar Rock

EJ's homestead was supposed to be just upstream of where Basin Creek crosses Basin Road near the end of the toothbrush trail. There was also a mule shed on the downstream side.

Edwin Arrington's "vertical cabin" is supposed to be on the North side of the Basin as well.

The only location description I have of Mabel's cabin is as follows:

"The road to Franklin Ridge, on which tread is the current trail 427 up the ridge side, joined the Multnomah Basin Road somewhere near Mabel’s, & the origin of Basin Creek."

The trails club originally bought out 120 acres in the Basin in the 20's, but the county started to tax standing timber and 80 acres had to be sold. FS absorbed that in 1977.

Post by aircooled, July 22nd, 2013:

Another pioneer was a man named Franklin, for whom Franklin Ridge is named.

Post by Lurch, July 22nd, 2013:

I was off a bit in my dates I found her Obit in the 2/20/1960 Oregonian

"Mabel Arrington - Bridal Veil Ore; sister of Lillian Bankenship, Cal; Warren Arrington, Beaverton; Edwin Arrington, Portland; also nieces and nephews."

The article about EJ Arrington accidentally shooting himself further up Larch Mtn in 1928 also lists surviving relatives as two sons, Warren and Edwin, as well as a daughter Mabel, (although it says she lives in Marysville Cal). 3 sisters Mrs Tuescher, Mrs, L.H. Wells, and Mrs, T.H. Kirkham (also Marysville Cal)

Post by Don Nelsen, July 22nd, 2013:

...the vertical cabin: There is a photo of it published in one of the issues of the Crown Point Historical Society's newsletter from 2006, (I think). The logs were placed vertically and it was unusual looking, to say the least. Lots of good info about the basin in that issue.

Post by Lurch, July 23rd, 2013:

As a semi random side note, there used to be quite an orchard up there! There's supposed to be a few apple trees still kicking around and producing.

Post by Peabody, October 8th, 2013:

This article appeared in the September 24, 1955 edition of the Oregonian. Rescuers were out searching for two lost women, Mrs. Avera Ferguson and Mrs. William Sharkey, and came across the reclusive Hazel Arrington at her cabin on the Multnomah Basin. Who's Hazel? Is the woman referred to as Hazel actually Mabel?

For another fascinating story, read about the search for Mrs. Avera Ferguson and Mrs. William Sharkey starting on 9-20-1955. If you have a login search the Oregonian archives for Sharkey using a 9/20/1955 to 9/27/1955 date. I won't spoil the outcome.

Post by Don Nelsen, October 9th, 2013:

Thanks for posting this, Peabody. It seems the reporter got Mabel's name wrong is all. No way there were two different people living up there all those years. What a great thread this has turned into!

Post by Lurch, October 9th, 2013, 7:52 am:

I agree, I think that report is just a wrong name.. There are census reports showing a Mabel living up there that all matches, haven't seen anything about Hazel other than that article. The Arrington family was up there for quite awhile.

Mable living in a shack next to a metal pre-fab shelter is accurate to the stories I've heard as well

Harold Hughes, In Search for Pair: Mystery Clouds Fate of Women on Larch Peak

The Oregonian, September 24, 1955

Recluse's Cabin Checked

Sheriff's deputies and volunteers went over trails and inspected cabins in the area Friday, including that of a mysterious recluse, Hazel Arrington, who lives in a tiny six-foot square shack all alone in the wilderness.

The woman, who is reported to have been living in the area off and on since 1912 but generally staying out of sight of hikers and campers said she heard yells Sunday night that sounded like "humans imitating coyotes." Her shack is only a couple hundred yards from where to car was found, but so hidden that searchers 30 feet away failed to see it.

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Post by Lurch » October 9th, 2013, 11:46 am:

Her shack was burned down after she passed away in it in the 60's I believe... I can check the date later.. The prefab shelter was up for a number of years after but I don't think its still out there... maybe?

Post by Don Nelsen, October 9th, 2013, 4:05 pm:

I agree that it is not still there. In my hunt for the Buick and then later for the motor I pretty much gridded the entire basin in a 100 foot +/- pattern. There are some real brushy spots where it might be but I would be real surprised. I found four sites that I believe were once cabins, though. One of them is probably where her shack was.

Post by Peabody, November 5th, 2013, 6:24 pm:

Using Metsker maps from 1927 & 1944 found on historicmapworks.com I added the property boundaries for the Arrington properties on Multnomah Basin in Caltopo.com.

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Post by zarrington, January 4th, 2014:

Mabel lived in a small hidden structure that was next to a couple of large trees, and covered with limbs. The property was privately owned at that point. She kept the limbs on the structure to keep it well hidden. She stayed to herself and hid from just about everyone, except for her brother and his wife. She was severely scarred on the left side of her face and even around her eye. She wore a black woolen coat that had a big hood on it. She kept the hood pulled forward to cover the scarred part of her face. She was very articulate and had been well educated. She died in her cabin in February, 1960. My father burned her "tree" cabin down and loaded up the "storage" cabin and took it home.

Post by zarrington, November 12th, 2015:

It was Mabel Arrington who stayed in the Basin until her death in February, 1960. She had mostly lived in the Basin from childhood and was actually arrested for going to the Basin against John Teuscher's wishes (John Teuscher was her uncle and head of the Boys and Girls Aid Society). As you probably know, she had an accident when she was in her 20s which injured the left side of her face (have not been able to find any public records about it), leaving it severely scared. After the accident, she moved to the Basin and wouldn't allow anyone to see her with the exception of my mother and father and my brother and I (my Dad was her brother as I alluded to earlier). When we visited, she would always hold her hood (or hat brim in the summer) in front of the left side of her face. She was very articulate. We would take food to her at least every month, rain, shine or snow. (And, there was snow sometimes and we had to walk into the Basin from Larch Mt Road to take food to her--I still have memories of the hikes!)

Dad built and moved a small building into the Basin for her to live in but it was too visible so she never used it. The Police found her accidentally in 1964 when two women hikers got lost, and parked by her little home (most tree branches). There's an article in the Oregonian archives about it as well as a picture, but it doesn't show much detail. The article calls her "Hazel" not Mabel.

In the 1920s and 30s, the Forest Service attempted to purchase all of the land in the Basin, and Dad was the last to sell. He finally sold after Mabel died.

ZArrington

Eva Arrington

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Post by Lurch, July 22nd, 2013:

At one point the state had hired a "forest guard" (Eva) who spent a significant amount of time at an old CCC camp near the Basin Rd / 441 junction. Eva later married Warren (the other Arrington son), and they had a cabin along the old route of Basin Rd

Eva and Warren were divorced, she eventually sold her land to loggers, who sold it back to Warren, and it's now FS property.

Post by aircooled, July 22nd, 2013:

...according to some old timers still alive, the last Arrington was Eva Arrington. Her sons are still alive today and one recently gave some friends of mine a tour of old homesteads. She lived in the Gorge in a cabin without electricity until the 1940s and her signature can be found in the old Trails Club of Oregon registers at Nesika Lodge, as she was also a member back then.

Eva may be the same person as Mabel, but I have seen her signature ("Eva") in the logs; never saw a Mabel.

Eva had a tent on a wooden platform at the junction of Larch Mountain Trail and Multnomah Basin Road from Memorial Day weekend until Labor Day. She was paid to give directions to hikers/campers and warn of fire danger in dry seasons. I've read conflicting accounts as to whether she was employed by the Forest Service or the timber companies who owned land there at that time. Once a month she would drive into town and return with candy to hand out to children as well as food, batteries for lanterns and other supplies.

Her husband had left the family and for some time she lived with her two sons. One son reportedly rode to school in Corbett on a pony. At some point the boys moved into town and Eva remained in her cabin. Her family tried to have her live in town when she was in her last years, but she didn't want the "civilized" life and returned to her cabin where she died.

Post by Lurch, July 22nd, 2013:

I'm convinced that Eva and Mabel were separate people. Eva left the Basin to live out the rest of her life in ZigZag.

Post by aircooled, February 26th, 2014, 12:11 pm:

I've recently learned that one of the Arrington descendants, Zoe, is writing a family history. To clear up any naming confusion, Eva and Mabel were sisters, not the same person. Both lived in the Multnomah Basin.

Below is the license plate from Eva's car.

Post by by n_arrington » May 5th, 2015, 10:45 pm:

Sister-in-law actually. Eva was married to Warren Arrington, brother of Mabel, and Edwin A.

Warren remarried and had more children, hence why there are still Arrington's popping up on your thread :)

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Post by airoff, July 22nd, 2013:

Here's an interesting article on Eva Arrington from 9/1/43 [July 29,1943]. I'm posting from my phone; if the image isn't clear, just Google "Eva Arrington" Multnomah and look for the .pdf of the Daily Iowan (then search for her name within the paper). I can't seem to post the pdf from my phone.

http://newspaperarchive.com/evening-ind ... -29/page-9

May 2, 2020

So, I spent the night reconstructing the article from OCR scans from both the papers linked to above... Yeah, I should have been focusing on rebuilding the website, but these stories are fascinating!

William D. Welsh, Forest Woman: Fire Warden's Job Is Lonely One But Eva Arrington Loves the Life

A woman's place is in the home or wherever she is needed in these wartime days. But it didn't take a war for Eva Arrington to find her place in the world, a world that has been predominantly man's. For Eva Arrington is a forest fire warden, and has as her charge the safety of a 2,600-acre tract containing about one hundred million feet of noble fir, douglas fir, sitka spruce, western cedar and western hemlock, which provides cover for the watershed of Multnomah and Oneonta Falls, two beauty spots of the Columbia River Highway.

For 11 years Mrs. Arrington has been on duty as fire warden at the big Larch mountain timber tract in the Multnomah basin of Oregon. During those 11 years not one scarring fire has occurred to mar her record in this heavy-timbered section of the great northwest. Until the war started, her job was one concerned mostly with hikers and campers who had tendencies toward carelessness, who might inadvertently drop a match or let a campfire get out of control and thus start a disastrous fire.

Now she is doubly alert because of the prospect that some of the sons of Nippon may come calling with sulphurous calling cards in an attempt to ravage one of America's greatest timber resources.

Husband's Aide

Hers is no ordinary job for a woman. In 1925 and 1926, Mrs. Arrington shared the duty equally with her husband, at which time, she packed supplies in on a horse. Today, when roads permit, she reaches her warden’s cabin with her small car, often stopping overnight while she packs gravel in a sack from some creek bed, to fill the ruts of winter.

In those early days she remained at the cabin all through the year, and in subsequent years (after she took over the job herself in 1932) she spent winter months there with her children, teaching sons Francis, Keith and Kenyon their ABC's and arithmetic in between her chores.

For the past few years Mrs. Arrington has spent only the fire seasons in the forest. She leaves her home at Bridal Veil, Ore., about June 1 and remains in the forest alone until Oct. 1.

Plenty of Chores

Her first job of the season is to fix the narrow road, pack in supplies, get the cabin in shipshape order for the summer, brush out windfalls from the trails, clear windfalls from across the telephone lines and repair breaks in the line and brush out new growth for two feet back from the wires. Then, she cleans out her favorite spring of cool water, installs a telephone, fixes up the hiker and camper registration station with a stove, tent, wood and registration records.

After that she checks over her first aid supplies, cuts firewood for the cabin, sees to it her double-bitted axe and crosscut saws are sharpened and begins her daily trek along the trails to check on wire breaks, windfalls and signs of curling smoke which signals the beginning of a careless camper or the beginning of a forest fire.

Each year the state of Oregon renews Mrs. Arrington’s appointment as a state fire warden with all the authority of her male compatriots, but she is carried on the payroll of the Crown Zellerbach corporation, a big pulp and paper company.

She has personally interviewed more than 8,000 people on the forest trails and claims that a kindly personal contact will do more than a thousand warning signs.

"I ask them to rest a bit at the registration station," she says. "I give them a cool drink from the spring, ask them if they plan on building a fire, if they have a fire permit, and then win them over to being careful in the woods." Do they co-operate? Well, they have left no fires.

At first, she was afraid in the forest until she one day lost her gun. Then she learned that the forest creatures in Multnomah basin were friendly to those who would be friendly to them. She has seen many black bears with their cubs, coyote puppies, deer, wildcats and has chilled at the scream of a cougar at night but has never seen one in the woods.

No Longer Lonely

At first, she was lonely, until the busyness of each day corrected that. Now there is no fear nor loneliness for this woman of the forest, and she says she is safer on a forest trail than she would be on Broadway. An expert at first aid, she has ministered to many injured people who travel the forest trails. Scalp wounds, mountain over-exertion, knee sprains, bee sting, hysteria and bad cuts have all been treated by her.

While she bakes her own bread, catches a few trout at times and even raids a bee tree once in a while for honey to sweeten her hotcakes, Mrs. Arrington depends in the main on goods she packs in during the spring and on an occasional steak some good friend brings on rare visits. But since rationing became the vogue, the steaks have been missing, she relates. She has a mountain refrigerator, a box kept cool at 40 degrees by a running stream of water.

She has no clock in the cabin and has a good reason for this omission.

"Why bother about winding a clock?" she says. "When I'm hungry I prepare a meal. I have no trains to catch, no appointments with dentists and anyway, when it becomes dark it is time to go to bed; when it is light in the morning it is time to arise."

On the walls of her cabin are hung first-aid materials, poison antidote and point ration charts and, in a prominent place, the Ten Commandments. A large placard pictures the American flag in colors under which are the printed words, "God Bless America," to which she had added these pen-written lines: "Give me strength to rise to the challenge of the years."

She does not worry about a winter job. When the forest no longer needs her, she resumes her duties as air raid warning service relay operator at Columbia Gorge ranger station or takes such other employment as may offer. In former days she was a buyer for big department stores in Portland and San Francisco. Sometimes she goes behind the counters for a few winter months. Some years ago, she was offered the job as a receptionist at a fox farm, but she tolerated this but a few days.

"I didn't mind the foxes so much, but you meet a better class of human strangers out there in the forest," she opines.

As a woodswoman, she knows how quickly and productively the forests will spring up and grow from their own seed if fires are kept out. Less than a mile from her cabin she points to a great new evergreen growth of fir and hemlock, over 30 feet in height, which has completely blotted out a homestead where she remembers hoeing potatoes in the summer of 1927.

Perfectly at Home

Mrs. Arlington is a true woman of the forest. Rather tall, bronzed and lithe, she lifts the tools of her fire warden's profession as though they were feather-light, straps wire loops and lineman's tools to her belt, slings a ladder across her left shoulder, picks up the heavy axe and glides along the trails with the ease of a grand dame sweeping majestically into a ballroom.

She loves the forest because "it is so clean and fine and friendly and means so much to mankind."

Mrs. Arrington is another woman who is doing her bit for the war. But her part is not only in protecting the forests from which the war effort is now drawing so extensively. On the wall above her kitchen table is a picture of a boy in Navy uniform.

"That's my son, Francis Kane. He spent six years in the United States Navy beginning as an apprentice seaman and rising to become warrant officer. He was lost with the aircraft carrier Wasp."

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Post by aircooled, July 22nd, 2013:

Interesting section on how the "sons of Nippon" might set the forests on fire. The Japanese did send fire-starting bombs to Oregon on balloons, but didn't figure on how wet the forest here were at the time the bombs were sent. One landed near Klamath Falls, failed to detonate and was later discovered by school children, resulting in a fatality.

Post by aircooled, February 20th, 2014, 1:52 pm:

I just found this tidbit in a 1978 interview with Bridal Veil pioneer Fred Luscher, born 1898. Luscher says he would haul supplies in to Eva Arrington. Apparently he didn't like Multnomah Basin Road too much. It does get sketchy for a bit after the green gate.

Fred: I hauled them back there when I was., oh, I hauled them ham and stuff back in there. It was a terrible road. You had to go up a farmer road and then you had to cut back in and get into Multnomah basin, and oh, it was terrible.

Ivan: from, from. . .

Fred: to Palmer basin.

Ivan: Palmer basin?

Fred: Right on top of the Falls back in there.

Ivan: But she used to live up here?

Fred: Yeah.

Ivan: Here at Multnomah basin?

Fred: Yeah, that’s right. She’s the first one, I think, ever went in there

Ivan: Was there a community there or just a home?

Fred: No. Just a house. She worked with the Government like a caretaker.

Ivan: Where? At Multnomah Falls?

Fred: Yeah. That was back up that hill.

Ivan: She was a Look-Out then, or . . . ?

Fred: Yeah. She had a house there and everything.

Ivan: What was her house, a look-out, or what was she doing there for the

government?

Fred: Well, on account of fire and everything. She was a caretaker.

Ivan: In the Multnomah basin?

Fred: In the Multnomah Basin. I hauled to her back in there.

Gretchen: She's quite elderly now.

Fred: Yes.

Ivan: What kind of road was in there?

Fred: Oh, we barely made it back in there but now they say it is open now but its pretty rough. Its still open.

Ivan: How can you get back in there now?

Fred: Well, you have to go up to Palmer here.

Post by zarrington, November 12th, 2015, 12:58 pm:

Eva Arrington had a car and would drive it into the Basin--truly a rough trip. Not sure if the car that is in the Basin was Eva's. The Trails club might know, as they have considerable history with Eva. Eva was married (twice) to my father (Warren) and they lived in the Basin (along with a bunch of other homesteaders). Warren and Eva both worked for the Forest Service for a time, mostly fire protection and visitor herding from the 1920s until the 1940s. The Forest Service kept a record of people who visited the Basin and this record is in the hands of Ken Arrington's--fifth or sixth wife (Ken is now deceased), Jackie (I think she still has it).

After years of living in the Basin as the only women Forest Ranger, Eva eventually moved out and finally moved to Zigzag.

It was Mabel Arrington who stayed in the Basin until her death in February, 1960.

ZArrington

Post by zarrington » February 5th, 2016:

Here's a bit of recent history for you. My half-brother Kenyon Arrington and his high school girlfriend, Alice Pirie (Kenyon's parents were Warren Arrington and Eva) were the only ones to fall off the top of Multnomah Falls (at least that's according to my research).

Here's the story. Apparently, Ken and Alice were visiting Eva at her home (Eva had a home in Bridle Veil at the time--think it was her winter home). Both were students at Hillsboro high school and Ken was mostly staying with our father (Warren) in Hillsboro (hence: Hillsboro High School).

They were running down the trail above the top falls at Multnomah Falls, and they didn't realize how close they were from the top of the top falls. According to my father, Ken knew how close they were and was yelling at Alice to stop, but she thought he was playing. Anyway, they both fell off the top of the top falls.

Alice fell into the upper pond and Ken fell into a large fir tree (no longer there but take a look at some old Mult Falls pix). Alice was pulled out of the pond and an ambulance was called. Loggers came and with their equipment, were able to get Ken out of the tree.

Both were taken to Providence Hospital in an ambulance but Alice was declared dead on arrival. Ken sustained a broken pelvis and other injuries, but recuperated and lived. Very sad story. See article in July 9, 1941 Oregonian archives.

PS I wonder sometimes that the time it took to get loggers there, then go to the hospital, was too much time for Alice's survival. The tree Ken fell into is no longer there. Recently visited Multnomah Falls and took at look at the top of the top falls. Lot of tourists standing around, probably thinking how wonderful it looked.

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Post by Don Nelsen, July 18th, 2013:

A few notes about the Buick for those new to the site or this subject:

The basin road was still able to be used by the general public for some time after that and there was some limited second growth logging and firewood gathering I have been told. This rest is from a word of mouth story told to me by a man I met about 8 or 9 years ago while I was off-trail hiking higher up on Larch Mountain. We were both exploring an ancient logging skid road and there are few folks who do that so we struck up a conversation and the talk drifted to the subject of the basin: He asked if I had spotted any of the old cars still up there though he said he wasn't sure if they were still there. I admitted I had not but my interest was surely piqued. I got his contact info and we parted but over the next few weekends I criss-crossed the basin looking for any and everything: I found the Buick!. I contacted the man I met and we both went in there to see it and then he told me his story:

Cars with straight eight engines like Buick's had made pretty good power plants for portable sawmill devices somewhat common at the time and that is probably what the Buick was used for. Once the work was done, it was abandoned to the elements and there it remains to this day.

He said he had seen the car back in about 1970 while in high school on a hike with a group and decided the engine would be a good trophy for the automotive classes he was taking. He said he hiked over to Nesika, "requisitioned" their firewood cart, removed the engine and attempted to haul it out on the cart. Bad idea: Terrain was too rough, engine too heavy and so he removed the cylinder head, covered up the rest with brush and planned to go back later and get the rest. He could never relocate it and that was that. Of course, hearing about the rest of the engine still sitting on a firewood cart I was back in there asap: Found it - 500 feet away and appearing untouched since he left it over 35 years before.

Post by aircooled, July 18th, 2013:

I tracked down the VIN once - I believe it's a 1931 Buick.

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Post by airoff, January 4th, 2014:

Those structures on the '54 Bridal Veil topo were certainly there and there are artifacts in their place. But anyone who has ever walked on the use path around the Basin has passed right by both of them. You may have seen the broken glass panes resting against the log, for example. I can't imagine either being that described by zarrington.

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