Find a Trail to History

September 30, 2017 at 8:57 p.m.
By walking a trail near her home, the author embarked on an exploration of the history of her community. One of her discoveries was the remnants of a locomotive turntable
By walking a trail near her home, the author embarked on an exploration of the history of her community. One of her discoveries was the remnants of a locomotive turntable Judy Bentley

When we first moved to Bellevue from New York City in 1981, I could put on my hiking boots, walk out the front door of our Northwest style home, follow a deer and social trail under the power lines, bushwhack through a small wetland and arrive at a trail into history. It seemed strange to be wearing hiking boots in the suburbs, but what I found on the trail was far more discordant.

Ever since the move from a row-house in Brooklyn, I had felt disoriented—as bewildered as the deer walking down the middle of our street one day. How to feel grounded in a new home in a planned subdivision, bordered by lawns and landscaped shrubs that replaced trees, asphalt and concrete that served cars but not meandering? I searched for grounding in the land and history.

On dog walks, I had seen a weathered wooden sign proclaiming “Redtown, 3.0 miles.” Strapping the ten essentials on my back, I set off to explore. The trail followed a creek through a ravine. It offered simple pleasures: songbird calls, rocks smoothed by centuries of water, waterfalls from modest heights and a blackberry-studded meadow where the trail ventured upland. Houses crowded the top of the ridge on the left and traffic rushed by on the parkway on the right, but in this narrow ravine, they were unseen and unheard.

The signs of history were subtle at first—chunks of coal and bricks in the stream, a curiously wide and graded trail raised above the fern-covered floor. They became unmistakable—a rusted iron axle and wheels chained to a tree, a large concrete slab overgrown with ferns, labeled “locomotive turntable.” Chunks of concrete lined the creek in places, water flowed over wooden planks near a waterfall, seams of coal were visible in its banks.

Near the end of the three miles, I came to a dark mouth in the earth. A railed fence blocked off an airshaft 100 feet deep into a coal mine under my feet. I was standing in the heart of the “Pennsylvania of the West.” Nearly 11 million tons of coal were dug from these hills, from the 1880s through the 1920s. This was an industrial complex, dirty and dangerous, thick with coal dust. Right out my front door.

The turntable allowed the locomotive to turn around in the narrow canyon at Coal Creek and head back to Lake Washington

Behind me, along that wide, level grade I’d been walking, were the narrow gauge tracks of the Seattle and Walla Walla Railroad, which never reached Walla Walla but did bring coal from the mines back to Lake Washington. That creek I’d been walking was covered with wooden planks to try to keep water out of the mines. The coal along the trail was debris from the bunkers where old men and young boys sorted the coal. The meadow above the trail was the townsite of Coal Creek, with hotel, school, ticket office and depot, miners’ houses and a saloon. The end of the trail was across Lakemont Boulevard at Redtown, site of the company town and the Ford Slope mine, most productive in the area generally known as Newcastle.

The history was there to be found because residents and city planners gifted with foresight and persistence had preserved it. The Issaquah Alps Club formed in 1979, named by Harvey Manning after the string of mountains

older than the Cascades: Cougar, Squak and Tiger. For years, members sponsored “Return to Newcastle Days” and led tours of the mine sites. They persuaded the King County Council and King County executives Randy Revelle and Tim Hill to create Cougar Mountain Regional Wildland Park. Since plans were finalized in 1990, King County Parks has constructed trails, placed interpretive signs, and struggled to keep up with the park’s popularity and demands for parking at the trailheads.

They made it easy for me. How can you trace a history trail in your community? Curiosity will take you far.

Try these approaches:

  1. Walk. Explore any path on public land that seems to lead somewhere. Chances are it did lead somewhere sometime. Watch for unusual features of the landscape, such as graded paths, stumps with springboard marks from logging, mounds of earth that don’t look natural, detritus such as iron spikes, even old telephone poles.
  2. Look at old maps. Find these at the map collection at the University of Washington or Washington State University’s digital collection of early Washington maps, including United States Geological Survey topos maps.

The first surveyors marked Indian trails, wagon roads, springs and curious landmarks. I spent parts of three

summers looking for an “Indian Corral” named and marked with an X on a map—and found it! Names, such as Coffee Pot Springs, are also clues. What was that coffee pot doing there?

  1. Talk to older residents. Where did they work? How did they get there? Where were the community gatherings? Miners at Newcastle walked an old military road, now a trail, to escort their dates from another town to Saturday night dances.
  2. Read local histories. Go to the local library and history museum. Read what people wrote 50 and 100 years ago. Look for the sites they mention. An urban or town walk can be as satisfying as a hidden ravine.
  3. Ask your local parks department. What land, trails and sites are they working to preserve? The Coal Creek trail launched me on a book about more than 40 historic hikes in Washington, but there is great value in knowing just one trail well, adding resonance to our contemporary lives.

Judy Bentley is the author of “Hiking Washington’s History” and “Walking Washington’s History: Ten Cities.” She is emeritus faculty from South Seattle College and is also the author of fifteen nonfiction books for young adults. See for more information about the author and about the local talks she gives.

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