Mountain Ghosts

Mountain Ghost Stories and Legends

Tuesday’s Tale of Terror    July 7, 2015

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Let’s do something a little different this week at Tales of Terror. In my search for a classic mountain ghost story that explores the fictive dream (and not finding one, although Poe’s A Tale of a Ragged Mountains was featured here on October 28, 2014), I’ve decided maybe I should  just write a mountain ghost story. I began  here:

 

Alone, with only the crackles of my boots on the brittle leaves, the chill copper light of the afternoon faded. Woods darkened. Trees rocked. Wind died down like the whisper of an earthbound spirit. Deep shadows flapped like rags. “Is anybody there?” My words dropped below the plunging cliffs.

To be continued. Yet, I can’t help but ask …  is anybody really there? What resides on mountain tops besides nature spirits? What skulks among the forests besides great birds? Instead of fictitious mountain ghost stories, I found  a number of legends that make for thrilling reading. And I found much more.

North Carolina (any NC readers here today?) seems to have a number of ghost stories. The Legend of Blowing Rock is a charming Native American story where the wind is said to make the snow fall upward. Maybe there’s love in the air? Read it here at NorthCarolinaGhosts.com.

The Phantom Hiker of Grandfather Mountain, also North Carolina, is a mountain that resembles a bearded old man lying down. But what of the grizzled man sometimes seen hiking the trails? Check this legend out at NorthCarolinaGhosts.com.

 

Let’s go to Massachusetts. To my favorite mountain, Mount Greylock and meet Chief Gray Lock ( 1600s, Waronokes) where the Chief built a secret cave to live with his Winooski woman. He is said to haunt the mountain today, limping on a severed foot, to keep guard over his sacred domain. Read his story at Berkshireweb.com.

But nothing beats this dramatic and unforgettable real-life story of the Ghost of Everett Ruess. From the hills of Mount Greylock, this story fades west into the twilight of the unknowable. Read about the artist and poet Everett Ruess, a story of wilderness, mystery,  a man with a wolf in his heart. Read about Everett here at DispositionDisposalBlog. And more at Angelfire.com.

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“Wherever I go, I leave no trace.”   Everett Ruess

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Everett Ruess, the young poet and artist who disappeared into the desert canyonlands of Utah in 1934, has become widely known posthumously as the spokesman for the spirit of the high desert. Many have been inspired by his intense search for adventure, leaving behind the amenities of a comfortable life. His search for ultimate beauty and oneness with nature is chronicled in this remarkable collection of letters to family and friends. Available on Amazon.com.

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2 responses to “Mountain Ghosts

  1. Oh that white-water rafting pix looks amazing, Jay. I like your description of “tracing the backbone of the countryside.” When I was on Mt. Greylock, there is that feeling of awe that penetrates. Re the Everett Reuss, yeah, his story is one that deserves more attention. I always enjoy your comments, Jay … so well-thought out.

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  2. Jay

    Hi Paula,

    I enjoyed those links about Everett Reuss, who I had not heard of previously. Thanks for sharing! 🙂

    My maternal grandparents lived in the mountains of West Virginia and I spent many spring and summer vacations hiking in the mountains, sometimes alone or with just a dog for a companion. There is indeed sometimes and eerie feeling that possesses one when he is “alone in the wilderness” with no safety net of nearby human aid if some mishap should befall him. I wrote on my personal blog (where I rarely post, and see I never wrote a part II of this post. tsk tsk.) once about some of my WV hiking if you’d like to read https://thewarpedandfaultyreservoir.wordpress.com/2013/11/26/the-logbook-on-bear-wallow-knob-part-i/

    I also will be reading Poe’s “A Tale of the Ragged Mountains” as part of this weekend’s readathon. Looking forward to it. 🙂

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