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An Adventure Inside Pine Creek Mine

I’ve spent much of my life looking up at the mountains that surround us in this valley. But until last week I had never been inside.

Pine Creek Mine. Bishop. CA

Old abandoned mine cars. Photo: Kendra Atleework

First, a chance meeting (while skiing, of course) between my dad (Robert Atlee) and Jeff Francis, a representative of an up-and-coming hydroelectric project at the long-defunct Pine Creek Mine. He offers a tour. Next, with my dad and his girlfriend the writer Gigi de Jong, I pile into a truck and we drive up and up and up, past Rovana, into the chilly early twilight that falls on Pine Creek.

The caretaker meets us, a tall, friendly man in a headband and dusty work jeans. Hardly 1pm and the sun has disappeared behind the mountains. At almost eight thousand feet, evening is coming on cold. Snow crusts the ground and frosts the roofs of the sheet-metal buildings—those that have survived avalanches past. The last avalanche to visit the mine used the barricade built to protect the buildings as a jump and landed with a vengeance. The buildings that remain contain enormous mountain-moving machines (“snowplows on steroids,” the caretaker says), ore cars that remind me of rides at Disneyland, and an entire abandoned world.

Inside one building, hand weights and cleaning schedules and ore samples and drafting tables lie beneath dust, as if they wait for their owners to walk in and resume calculations on how best to extract tungsten from the mountains. The building is a dim labyrinth, light filtering through dirty windows. Yellow raincoats, brittle from cold and time, dangle inside lockers, their doors gaping open. Two rubber boots lie on the floor. The pipes in the sinks are frozen, and cracked mirrors glint behind decades of grime.

“They left thinking they were coming back,” Jeff Francis told us. Now, the canyon has the feeling of a shed skin, a place abruptly emptied of life.

Evidence of a once-working mine. Photo: Kendra Atleework

Once, four hundred miners pulled tungsten from these mountains, working in three shifts, the Pine Creek Mine churning away twenty-four hours a day. Workers rode trams 2.5 miles into the mountain, then boarded elevators and creaked two thousand feet up. Tungsten is hard to break and hard to melt. You’ll find it wherever the hardest of metals are needed, like the center of a golf club or tools used to cut steel. In the early 1940s the Pine Creek Mine was the country’s largest source of tungsten. Operations stopped in 2000 when the price of ore sank too low, and cabins that once perched on the mountainside and housed the families of miners were hauled down to Rovana.

We climb into a Rhino—beastly tires, fiberglass windshield, metal roof, cold air streaming across us—and the caretaker drives us toward a hole in the mountain. Then we’re inside.

Gigi and I sit in the front seat next to the caretaker and gasp. This is a tunnel blasted through solid rock. At this point I remember I’m claustrophobic. I remember the respirators I saw collecting dust in the abandoned offices—for radon, Jeff had said, which seeps out of granite. We don’t have respirators and we don’t have hardhats, and of course as we rumble deeper I remember a lifetime of my father’s idea of adventure: rocks flying over our heads on a terrifying near-vertical “hike” in Rock Creek; clinging to his back as we tipped over on a snowmobile; dragging myself out of a thousand rock heaps on the alleged “beginner” mountain bike ride up White Mountain Peak. I give my father a nervous look in the backseat of the Rhino, and we drive on, half a mile in.

We’re in total darkness save for our headlights, which bounce across rough, puddled ground, walls and ceiling stained by rusty iron and glittering with quartz. We pass a discarded box labeled EXPLOSIVES. Four-foot icicles dangle from the ceiling like witch fingers and crash onto the roof of the Rhino as we pass. Water drips in our faces. The sides of the Rhino are open to the chill tunnel air.

Exploring inside the mine. Photo: Kendra Atleework

From the outside the mountain looks like a solid mass. This tunnel’s been here for decades and in that time has seen few rock falls. Inside such a tunnel is a safe place to be, Jeff tells us, during an earthquake. Yet the mountain is not solid at all. It’s full of water.

Water trickles through fissures in stone, coaxing the color out of iron. Metal plugs on the walls of the tunnel mark the places where underground springs were stopped up, tamped down. Still, water weeps from the ceiling, sprinkling our hats and jackets and pooling at our feet as we climb from the Rhino into this strange world.

From a giant chute above our heads, ore once fell. Imagine stone crashing two thousand feet through darkness. The peak hid violence, noise, the organized chaos necessary to drive modern lives. Now it’s dark inside and silent as it was before tungsten became a thing of value, the mountain regaining an old equilibrium, with a few more scars.

I can almost imagine the air as it once was here—smelling of dynamite, musty raincoats, exhaust, and oil. Now there’s only the smell of cold stone, a mineral staleness. I stare into the dark, the light at the end of the tunnel invisible now. I am numb-footed in my big brown parka and waterproof boots, while the caretaker wears only a green work shirt. His boots look soaked through. He does not seem cold. He decided to leave his life in the city and come here to live among the footprints of four hundred workers and their families, the ghosts of buildings flattened by avalanche, the layers of dust coating reading glasses and typewriters and plastic water bottles and over-exposed Polaroids and yellowed maps of the belly of the mountain.

How does he pass the time?

He listens, he tells me. Watches the sun cross the narrow channel above the canyon. Enjoys the scant hours of day.

A long, dark tunnel lit by the headlights of the Rhino. Photo: Kendra Atleework

Before we leave the tunnel the caretaker turns off the Rhino’s headlights and we all kill our headlamps and stand a few moments in complete darkness and listen to the trickle of water through the body of the mountain and it isn’t scary, actually. It feels to me like the lights come on too soon. Too soon we’re driving out the way we came, the wind in our faces, a few more icicles crashing over our heads. And then there’s the orb of daylight and fresh air, and we’re out of the shelter of the mountain and the valley glows beneath us, still bright in the winter afternoon.

When I was a child I didn’t know people passed their days inside a mountain I could see from my bedroom window. I didn’t know that water flows through stone that looks solid. I didn’t know there was such a vocation as caretaker of abandoned mines, tender of tunnels no longer traveled, keeper of a left-behind place. But I like the idea of a quiet presence looking over these canyons and this valley, be it the mountains themselves or the people who live among them, tracking the sun on its short December journey, listening to water in secret places flow.

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2 days ago

Launching into the weekend.... Happy Friday!!!
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Launching into the weekend.... Happy Friday!!!
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3 days ago

How amazing are the sunsets here? Check out this time-lapse video from a really stunning evening last week.
Thanks @leviaguilera_photography for capturing it and sharing!
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Looks great but gas is $6.00 gallon down there

Amazing!

Beautiful view

Beautiful!

Gorgeous view! 💓❤😃

Lovely 💕

If that slice of California were annexed to Nevada, I’d be back in a heartbeat.

I miss those sunsets

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4 days ago

Sometimes a little dirt is good for the soul 😊
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Sometimes a little dirt is good for the soul 😊
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Wow. The snow looks like it's melting already.

Wish I had a dollar for every time I’ve been up or down that road! Looks like The dirt section of Warm Springs Road.

Beautiful view

Beautiful

I like the movie flats place down by Lone Pine!

Beautiful

On my bucket list

Will always be home for me. Thanks for the awesome pic.

Love this dirt!

I wanna go fishing

Breathtaking👍💝😀

What road is that?

I love this view! 😀😃☺

Dirt therapy... good for the soul.

I miss Bishop!!

Be there in 2 weeks!

Miss that so much

Always 💚

Everytime we go we find one

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Buttermilk road

HOME 😎

Amen!

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5 days ago

Not a bad view!!!
Thanks for sharing, @jamieclimber!!
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Not a bad view!!!
Thanks for sharing, @jamieclimber!!
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Superb view!

Love the hot springs outside of bishop

Good view except for the feet

Awesome picture

I cannot describe how much I love this picture.

Amazing

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6 days ago

Good morning from Bishop!
Thank you, @binggram101 for the photo!
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Good morning from Bishop!
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Looks like a superb morning!

Nice but hopefully more snow!

I grew up in Tehachapi camped and fished there and Mammoth Lakes Beautiful country.

Beautiful. I wish I was there.

Beautiful country

Amazing! Can't wait to visit!

My favorite view

Beautiful picture

Loved fishing this river!

Absolutely stunning lighting and composition

Beautiful

Wonderful.

Beautiful!

Awesome

Beautiful.

Looks like Owens River fished there. BEAUTIFUL

Very pretty

Now, that is a real pretty picture. Great way to start the week. Thanks.

Absolutely DIVINE place. Wish I could buy a home there. oac

Wow! We see so much of Yosemite here in Fresno that we often forget that there are other awesome mountains elsewhere in California! I’m going to Bishop in March no matter what! A beautiful place! 👍

My Dad loved to fish out there. We always had to go with him and did not appreciate being out in the middle of no where as young kids. Now I understand the beauty and serenity he found there.

Love the Lower Owens, Great wild brown trout water in the winter!! Also illuminated sunsets that will make you stop and take a moment.

Nice

Very beautiful picture

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