Have you ever had that moment when you’ve been so captivated by
something that time seems to stop? I’ve experienced it a few times, but I’ll
share one here as it inspired me to write a love story.
I don’t remember the exact year, but it was back in the 90’s.
We were returning from our annual vacation in the mountains and decided to take
a side trip to visit the Frank Slide. The Crowsnest Pass of the Rocky Mountains
is famous not only for the coal mining town of Frank, Alberta, but also many
mining sites, and even a famous ancient tree. Nearby Blairmore had its fair
share of excitement during the rum smuggling days of a century ago, keeping the
Mounties busy with smugglers, murder and mayhem. The Frank
Slide Interpretive Centre is located in Blairmore, 200 km southwest of Calgary
and a short jaunt from Frank.
In 1900, the Canadian
American Coal and Coke opened a coal mine at the base of Turtle Mountain, “a
7,251-foot-tall limestone peak”. News of work for miners spread
across Europe and in no time, immigrants flocked to
Frank, seeking a better life from what they’d left behind. Thus, in 1901 the
town of Frank was incorporated. The First Nations, Blackfoot and K’tunaxa tribes
believed “the mountain that moves” was bad luck and avoided camping near
its base. Warnings of the
mountain’s instability went unheeded.
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Clements Photography - size of boulder in ratio to car
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As we approached Frank, we saw huge boulders strewn across the
land on both sides of the highway. After looking around and taking pictures, we
decided to skip walking the scenic 1.5-km Frank Slide Trail and went inside the
visitor center and gift shop. I remember strolling among the many exhibits and
displays of mining equipment.
Luckily, my husband kept a watchful eye on the boys because as I
stopped before one life-size cardboard cutout of a group of four immigrants, I
was drawn to one particular woman’s face. I gazed into her dull eyes, level
with mine, and a stillness crept over me. I sensed her sadness, imagined the
drudgery and pain she had endured.
Time and place slipped away and there was just her and me in
silent communication. I felt her pain, her loneliness upon leaving her homeland
behind in search of a better life—and not finding it in the black choking dust
of a coal mining town. Someone must have jostled me, or perhaps one of my boys
asking a question, and the moment burst like a bubble. But I’ve
never forgotten her face to this very day.
Eventually, we went into the theater and watched an excellent
documentary of the Frank Slide—another unforgettable experience
undiluted by time. The screen was dark and silent. Then I heard
it—the light clatter of a single rock rolling through the darkness. Then
another rock. Then three…a dozen more, building into a roaring crescendo of
falling rocks that shook the screen. Shook me.
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Clements Photography - view of mountain slide
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estimated 82-90 million tons of limestone rocks and
huge boulders spewed for 4 kilometres into the Crowsnest River valley.
Most of the approximately 600 residents of Frank were asleep
while the night shift worked deep in the coal mine. It’s estimated 70 or 90
people were killed but only 12 or 18 bodies were recovered (the numbers vary,
depending on which research article one reads).
There are many accounts of heroism and people pulling together
to help each other. A toddler was thrown from her bed and was found
dust-covered but otherwise unhurt on a boulder. Another is of a man who flagged
down a train before it would have crashed into the pile of huge boulders strewn
across the track. A house was pushed off its foundation but no one inside was
killed. 17 miners inside the mine managed to crawl to safety by following a
coal seam.
Modern-day satellite coverage of the mountain proves there could
be another slide, but not for a long time unless there’s an earthquake. Turtle
Mountain moves 1 cm a year. “The primary cause of the Frank
Slide was the unstable geological structure of Turtle Mountain. The
mountain's once horizontal layers of sedimentary rock had been folded during
the mountain building process until almost vertical— the ultimate in mountain
instability.”
“Multiple factors led to the
rockslide, but Turtle Mountain's unstable geology was a primary cause. Tectonic
shift during the creation of the Rocky Mountains caused structurally stronger
rock layers to sit on top of weaker ones. Water seeped into the mountain
through surface cracks, eroding the limestone. When it froze and thawed, the
cracks widened, breaking apart the rock from the inside. Mining operations may
have contributed to the mountain's instability, but they were not the main
cause of the slide.”
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Clements Photography - close-up view of rock slide
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To put this vast rock slide into a
visual perspective, a program officer at the interpretive center calculated the
enormity of rocks strewn on both sides of the highway:“If you
took all the rocks from the slide and made a one-metre wide by six-metre high
wall, you could build a wall across Canada from Victoria to Nova Scotia.” Now that boggles
my mind as much as some of the house-sized boulders still resting where they’d
fallen over a century ago.
A visit to the Frank Slide wouldn’t be
complete without looking for Alberta’s most photographed tree—the
700-year Burmis tree. This hardy limber pine is believed to have
stood here for centuries, battered by wind and rain and blizzards. The famous
landmark died in the late 1970’s, yet remained erect on the rocky
mountainside, its branches poking like gnarled fingers into the sky.
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Clements Photography - 700-year-old Burmis tree
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When a fierce storm finally knocked the
tree over, the residents of the area couldn’t bear losing their beloved
landmark, banded together and propped the tree up with rods and wires. Thus,
the Burmis tree continues to greet visitors passing by on the highway
and serenely poses for their cameras. My son took this picture (and all the
photos) through the truck windshield. The dark, sullen clouds simply add to the
lonely feeling of sadness, devastation and loss that haunt this area.
Soon after we arrived home, I started writing a new historical
romance, inspired by what I’d seen and felt at the town of Frank. I finished
writing it, then like I had with so many of my other books, put it aside and
started a new book. Procrastination has always been my worst vice.
About a dozen years later, on a beautiful Thanksgiving Monday, I
took my mom for a little road trip back to Frank. I came prepared with notebook
and camera, using both. And I searched for that sad-eyed woman, but in vain.
She was gone. But she was far more than just a figment of my imagination.
Thus, this past winter when Cheryl Pearson sent out a call for
submissions for a Hot Western Nights anthology set in the
western states, I wanted to submit a story. I stalled with two new story
ideas…then that dear little sad-eyed woman came to me in the wee, dream-filled
hours of the morning and whispered in my ear….
Writing from memory, I condensed that earlier full-length
historical into a novella, changed some of the action and moved the
setting to a fictional town in the beautiful Colorado mountains. In some ways
it’s different from that earlier book yet retains its essence. I mean, with a
hero nicknamed Diamond Jack, how could I possibly change him or his Angel?
They’ve lived in my mind for years.
Here
is a teaser and an excerpt from my story:
Angela
Summers has cared for her grandfather in the mining camp for many years. But
when danger strikes, saloon owner Jack Williams must try to protect the woman
he loves in DIAMOND JACK’S ANGEL.
Brookstown, Colorado, 1888
“I tell ya, Boss, that crazy old coot’s trouble. Every time it thunders, he says the mountain’s talkin’ to him. And it’s gittin’ worse.”
“I tell ya, Boss, that crazy old coot’s trouble. Every time it thunders, he says the mountain’s talkin’ to him. And it’s gittin’ worse.”
Sam Brooks sighed and set down his
whiskey before looking up at his burly foreman. “All right, Bart, what’s he
saying now?”
“He says there’s a fault in the mountain
and it’s gonna come down. I tell ya, Boss, that kinda talk’s gonna spook
the miners. They’re grumblin’ and talkin’ about goin’ on strike.”
Sam gritted his teeth, fed up with this
constant trouble at the mine. Staring into his glass, he sighed like a tired
old man and tossed back the rest of the whiskey. “Then take care of it. Make it
look like an accident. There’s a bonus in it when the job’s done.”
Bart nodded. “You betcha, Boss. You
can count on me.”
“I sure hope so,” Sam muttered, nodding
dismissively toward the door.
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I hope my little blog has whetted…intrigued you to check out my story, Diamond Jack’s Angel, and the novellas of five other authors in the Hot Western Nights anthology.
Available on
Amazon: HOT WESTERN NIGHTS
Some special moments I’ve had is the first time I saw my future
husband and he smiled at me…his first unforgettable kiss…walking down the aisle
to say I Do…my first airplane ride…the wonder of holding my first
child…and last year, holding my first published book. Hmmm, all firsts. I guess
that’s why I cherish them to this day.
I
would love to hear what moment in time –or moment out
of time you have experienced that you’ve never been able to forget.
Thank you for stopping by and leaving your comments of your unforgettable
first.
