When I was a little guy, my grandpa would take me up in the Stemilt basin Looking for elk signs and grouse. He'd also drive us up Kingsbury canyon and over Ingersoll Pass, almost all the way to the flatlands of Ellensburg and tell me stories of the old logging wagons pulled by horse teams and the regular mail runs, and the possible problems they would run into. I remember everytime, being fascinated with his stories of old-time loggers and hunters finding nuggets in the streams and always thought those byways could and would have been used by prospectors as well. He and his family became apple knockers after moving there to the Wenatchee area when he was a teenager in the mid '30s and he and his brothers and father killed a lot of game up there around four corners and jump-off ridge. If I were a betting man, I would put a significant sum of money on those stories...