A Hell of a Hole to Cross - The Hell Holes

Greetings Bloggers, Just thought you might like to hear that I am still alive and had a good day at the Hell Holes. I will provide details tomorrow night. There are a couple of really good pictures to show you and as my flickr account is renewed this Sunday night that is when you will see them.

In the old days the pioneers had the unfortunate task of crossing through this shattered terrain in their wagons. As Ron Storring (The owner) told me, the reason that they are called the Hell holes is that the settlers would say of a certain area that it was , “a hell of a hole to cross”. The upright rim of a rusting wagon wheel was offered as testament to the early hardships. It sat in the middle of the forest beside a winding track.