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Horn Mountain Shelter


Yesterday, I volunteered my time to work on the shelter up at Horn Tower. I worked with two men from the Forest Service one of whom was an archeologist. He had extensive information about how and when the shelter was built. It turns out the shelter was originally built for registering folks coming to see the fire tower which was a really big item of interest in the 1930's. The CCC crew who built it was composed of young Black men. The Foresters had pictures of the men who built it. They even had a copy of the blue prints.

I did a small part of the work. Mostly I helped peel the uprights and picked up rock and smoothed the base under the shelter. So now when I look at the shelter, I can be proud for having got an appreciation of what it took to build it.

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