A Summer Hike To Mt. Baldy -- A Favorite Pastime
Sometimes, to save the cost of a cake of ice, and to add a little adventure to the process, Dad (Herb Kellow) would decide the we should take the old 28 Olds up to the ice mine to get our necessary refrigeration. (It wasn't really called that in those days, it was just plain ice). The ice mine was located off the Garden City road and the trail into the mine was about 200 yards beyond the open field where the apple trees sit along the road. Once on the trail, going in a north easterly direction, you would look for a rather large thornapple tree. Then turn right and up to the mine. The Pats really loved that thornapple tree.
We would generally find ice in the mine until July and that was because the mine entrance slanted to the south for a short distance then made an abrupt turn to the north and went down. The ice would be just around the bend. Naturally we didn't get nice square blocks like those from the ice house, but we would chip away what we needed using a small hatchet and occasionally get some nice chunks for our trek back to the Harbor. We generally had a multiple purpose for our trip, as we would scout the birds and deer to see if there might be some merit in hunting that area in the Fall.
Now, wasn't that process much better than having to make the decision of which button to push on the electricity-eating box for cubed or crushed ice in your drink? (Fred Kellow)
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