Foggy weather made for an eerie day of photos at St. Michael’s Cemetery in Bethlehem, PA. The land for this cemetery that sits on a northern, eroding slope was donated in 1867 by Asa Packer to create the first burial place in Bethlehem for immigrants who worked and died here. At that time, families staked out their own burial plots and maintained them without help of the church. There are first-hand stories of people who witnessed middle-of-the-night burials without permission from the church or formal services for their beloved dead. There is only one noted existing map of the burial locations created by William Sinnott in 1930. Sinnott tried to establish some sort of order to St. Michael’s by mapping out the graves using data he found on the ground. The records are incomplete and many of the grave sites, especially those located higher up the hillside and deeper into the woods are missing. Over the years, severe erosion, wall failure and exposure to poor weather conditions caused many of the headstones to fall over, slide down the slope or become buried. The evidence of this was very apparent as I traversed higher up the hillside and farther back into the woods through leaf debris, decaying vegetation and deep ruts in the uneven ground that exposed broken or mostly buried gravestones. Many gravestones were lost until recent times when volunteers unearthed over 500 stones that had been hidden beneath the sod for decades. Today St. Michael’s is cared for by a group of folks who run a Facebook page called Friends of Saint Michaels. It is their hope to raise awareness of the historic and cultural value of the cemetery and they’re always looking for volunteers to help them with their efforts. It is a huge project to take on and vandalism, eroding soil and harsh weather do not make this an easy task.
It was a perfect day to explore more of Hickory Run State Park. This is a beautiful park with so much history. We started the day off by hiking past the Manor House, the former dwelling of Samuel Gould. In the 1800s, the Goulds were the primary landholders of the region and owned many sawmills here. We past the Manor House and headed onto the Fourth Run Trail. This is the longest trail in the park, but today we diverted onto the Stage Trail which was once a stagecoach road that went from Bethlehem to Wilkes-Barre. The Stage trail took us to to the Saylorsville Dam where we followed the winding paved road across the ford and then back to the parking area. It was a lovely walk and I enjoyed meandering along enjoying the fall foliage. Once back at the trailhead I wanted to check out the old Hickory Run Cemetery. This small cemetery in the woods sits on top of a hill and most people aren't even aware that it's here. The cemetery is a place of rest for the unfortunate folks who lost their lives in a flood that devastated the community of Hickory Run on October 30, 1849. The story goes that the woods are haunted by Elizabeth Gould who lost her life on that tragic night when a dam gave way. "Lizzie" was just 11 years old. She was the daughter of Isaac and Susan Gould who were early settlers of the area. The family lived in a small cabin built along side the stream. When the dam broke the cabin was lifted up off its foundation, carried downstream and submerged in the rushing waters. When the water passed Susan was able to break a hole in the roof to get all of her children out except for one... Lizzie. When rescuers arrived, Susan claimed she heard Lizzie calling out, but no one else could hear the cries. Lizzie was later found deceased beneath a pile of rubble near the house. In the weeks ahead, Lizzie's brother Winefield would also pass away due to exposure from the night of the flood. Winefiled is also buried here next to Lizzie. The Legend goes that Lizzie is not at rest and park visitors have reported seeing her ghost roaming through the park or playing along Hickory Run. Others claim to still hear her cries. I paid my respects and headed back to the trailhead. It was such a lovely day and I wasn’t ready to leave just yet. I did one last trail which was a short loop on the Sand Springs Trail and returned back via the Hickory Run Trail. It was another great day to be outside enjoying nature and the fresh mountain air.
This weekend I went back to Stoney Valley to find the old coal mining cemetery. I parked just off Gold Mine Road and began the 3.5 mile walk to the junction with the AT on the Stoney Valley Rail Trail. This time I detoured off the main trail and made my way down to the Evening Branch Beaver Swamp to get a better look at it. I saw some frogs, but no luck seeing any beavers. I walked back up to the rail bed and veered off again when I reached Sand Spring. Sand Spring is true to its name with its sandy waters flowing out of the mountainside. It was a lovely day and temps were in the low 60s, perfect for hiking. When I arrived in Rauch Gap, I headed south on the AT in search of the cemetery. It wasn’t too hard to find. There’s a junction off the AT with a sign. Last time I was here I just didn’t hike in far enough to see it. There are only three readable headstones left in the cemetery; however, there are 100s buried here. These old coal mining towns have such a fascinating history. I can only imagine what it must have looked like in the 1800s. Along the way back up to the AT, I veered off trail again to check out more ruins of the town. I found lots of old stone building foundations hidden away in the woods. Once back on the AT I decided to check out the water crossing at the Beaver Dam. There’s a diversion to get around it about 1.6 miles east on the Stoney Valley Rail Trail for thru hikers. On the way to the crossing, I saw another hiker who said she tried to cross the dam but was unsuccessful. It was obvious, because she was wringing out her clothes! When I reached the beaver dam, I could see what an ordeal it would be to try and cross. Lots of deep mud and not exactly a short crossing either. There were trees growing up out of its waters and all kinds of wildlife including a couple of otters. Beaver swamps are a very strange sight to see coming from California where everything is so dry. This isn’t something I’d see too often (if ever) along the west coast trails, but on the east cost wetlands seem to be quite common. The light here was amazing as it changed and reflected off the murky waters. I spent a good amount of time here walking around exploring my surroundings before heading back up to the AT where I found a couple of campsites. I stopped near the creek to have a snack and enjoy the peacefulness of the wilderness. It was a quiet day and it was a while before I saw any other people pass by. After the break, I went back up to the rail trail and up to the Summit Siding rail bed which I had visited last time I was here. I followed it further out this time until I got tired of hopping over boulders and trees. It was very overgrown. Since I was here, I went back down to see the bridge piers at Rauch Gap again before getting back on the main rail trail. There was one more trail I’d seen last time that I wanted to check out before heading back. I found the red blazed trees off the rail trail and got on the path. I followed it north until finding a sign on the ground that said “to upper rail trail”. I am guessing this would have taken me up to the original rail bed. This trail was even more over grown, so I decided to turn around and head back. It was a really great day. There is still much to see in this area, so I’m sure I’ll be back again.
