Cabin Remains

On a sultry afternoon, the panoramic vistas are but breathtaking overtures to the reticent visages of unquiet souls that wander forlorn where graves lie thick, by the light of a shadowy moon. 

About a mile east of the San Pedro River, eight miles southwest of Tombstone (eleven years later), and mere yards from Charleston Highway, a German mining engineer named Frederick Brunckow, established the San Pedro Silver mine and built himself a nearby home atop a rock-strewn knoll, that would become known as the “Bloodiest cabin in Arizona history”. 

Frederick Brunckow was one of the first of at least twenty-one, who met an untimely demise in over two decades of uninterrupted violence; attributed alternately to Apache raids, Mexican workers, and unbridled greed.  

Brunckow’s cabin lolls in ruins today, and though many a marker has been placed in remembrance of the identifiable few, only a solitary cross remains. 

While several attempts have been made to document reports of ghostly sightings in and around the ruins, none have as yet been successful.  One account is of a paranormal team photographer; having seen two men dressed in full mining gear, approaching the ruins in the moonlight. She placed her glasses on a ledge to check her equipment, only to find both lenses removed from the frame when she reached for them again.  Her teammate returned, complaining that the batteries in his brand new flashlight had suddenly failed.  The two men were not seen again that night, but both team members attest to hearing the sounds of an active mining operation going on in the long abandoned shaft.

The San Pedro River Valley; literally peppered with old mining towns and campsites, remains a favorite among areas I enjoy exploring and digging for old bottles and such.  However, unmarked graves would not be on my list of cool discoveries. How about you?

Of all the stories I’ve heard and read about Brunckow’s cabin, it seems the phantoms are quite unconcerned, if not unaware, of the living. Which leads me to believe they’d rather be left alone; in contrast to most ‘hauntings’.  Do you believe it’s possible?

Each year I try one new Halloween craft. Last year my attempt at ‘spooky eyes in the bushes’ failed miserably when none of the glow sticks worked right! (Dang dollar store, anyway!) And, on the off-chance I get more than one trick-or-treater this year, I’ve tried something else…

Cousin It and the The Chocolate Puddles!

Happy Halloween!

Notice how excited my girls are?