Eight Dollar Mountain: The Mountain That Still Makes People Walk

Eight Dollar Mountain: The Mountain That Still Makes People Walk

Eight Dollar Mountain has carried an unusual name for well over a century, and there is more than one story about where that name came from.
An 1884 history of southern Oregon recorded one of the best. According to the old account, the mountain's name was connected to an eight-dollar pair of boots supposedly worn out during a hard trip across the country. The old story survived, although exactly who wore the boots was never settled clearly (Walling, 1884).

Another explanation ties the name to gold. Later historical research considers it more likely that Eight Dollar Mountain was named after an eight-dollar gold nugget found at one of the placer mining sites along the Illinois River. References to the name began appearing in the late 1850s, but its exact origin remains uncertain (Walter, 2022).
The gold-nugget explanation may have the stronger historical case.
Jimmy still likes the boots.

Years later, he accidentally conducted his own completely unnecessary field study into the mountain's ability to make people walk.
Eight Dollar Mountain
Eight Dollar Mountain rises more than 4,000 feet near Selma in Josephine County, Oregon. The Illinois River runs along the base of its western side, placing the mountain in country closely tied to the early mining history of the Illinois Valley (Walter, 2022).

Gold brought miners into this part of southwestern Oregon during the early 1850s. The Illinois River and nearby creeks became part of a rapidly developing mining region, with camps, trails, settlements, and mining operations spreading through country that could be difficult to reach and even harder to work (Walling, 1884).

Eight Dollar Mountain had resources of its own.
Much of the mountain is composed of peridotite, an ultramafic rock that helped shape both its mineral resources and its unusual plant life. Weathering of that rock produced distinctive soils, creating conditions that support specialized plant communities unlike those found across much of Oregon (Walter, 2022; Ramp & Peterson, 1979).
The mountain contains forests, grasslands, and bogs, and eight plant species were first identified there. Its botanical importance eventually led to protection of portions of the mountain (Walter, 2022).
Its geology also drew the attention of miners and mineral companies.

A 1939 report on the Eight Dollar Mountain Group documented thirty mining claims located on the mountain at elevations of roughly 3,000 to 4,000 feet. The report also recorded results from a sample said by the owners to represent ore from the mountain, including chromite, iron, aluminum, nickel, silica, lime, manganese, and gold. Because the information came from the property owners and the report noted that no other samples had been run by them, those figures are best treated as part of the historical mining record rather than a modern estimate of the mountain's mineral resources (Oregon Department of Geology and Mineral Industries, 1939).

Nickel later became an important part of the mountain's mineral history. DOGAMI records state that the first nickel exploration in Josephine County occurred at Eight Dollar Mountain in 1942, when the Freeport Sulfur Company investigated deposits there. Other companies explored nickel deposits in Josephine County during later decades (Ramp & Peterson, 1979).

The mountain also holds a much more serious history. Eight Dollar Mountain was the scene of a skirmish during the Rogue River Indian War of 1855–1856, part of a violent and difficult period in southwestern Oregon history (Walter, 2022).

Mining, unusual geology, rare plants, conflict, and an old story about a destroyed pair of boots all occupy the same mountain.
Eventually, Jimmy decided to go exploring there himself.
Jimmy Goes Up Eight Dollar Mountain
Two friends went with him.
Their names are not included here because they have families, reputations, and presumably people who still believe they make sound decisions.
Jimmy has a website.
His situation is already beyond repair.
We traveled well beyond the bridge and continued higher onto the mountain, eventually stopping near what appeared to be an old quarry, mining area, or other working.
We spent a couple of hours exploring.
I am deliberately leaving the exact nature of the working open. Mining and mineral exploration are well documented across Eight Dollar Mountain, but without matching that particular place to historical records, calling it a specific mine or quarry would be guessing.
There was plenty to see without giving it a name.
Exposed rock, old disturbed ground, and the surrounding country kept us there for hours. Far below, the Illinois River wound through the bottom of the country.
It was beautiful.
Jimmy looked down at that tiny river a very long way below and apparently absorbed none of the information contained in the words very long way below.
Then somebody spotted another place worth exploring.
It wasn't far.
Jimmy has always had a flexible relationship with distance.
If something can still be pointed at, Jimmy considers it nearby.
So down we went.
Going Down Was Lovely
The route dropped through a narrow chute of loose, sharp rock.
Getting down was surprisingly easy.
This pleased Jimmy.
Jimmy has a long history of confusing easy to get into with easy to get out of.
The mountain was about to provide continuing education.

We explored below for a while and eventually decided to head back.
The truck started up the chute.
The tires spun.
Loose rock flew out from underneath them.
The truck slid backward.
We tried again.
Same result.
Again.
More spinning. More rock disappeared from beneath the tires. Every attempt left us slightly worse off than the attempt before it.
There were clues.
Jimmy enjoys clues.
Recognizing them in time has occasionally been an issue.
So we tried again.
BAM.
First tire.
Sharp rock had taken it out.
Not ideal.
But we had a spare.
We changed the tire and stood there looking at the chute.
This was an excellent opportunity to reconsider the entire situation.
Jimmy reconsidered it.
Then reached exactly the same conclusion.
Up.
Apparently the first tire had died for nothing.
We tried again.
BAM.
Second tire.

Now Jimmy reconsidered it harder.
Two flat tires.
One spare.
No cell service.
One truck still at the bottom of the chute.
The math was becoming rude.
For generations, people had told a story about Eight Dollar Mountain destroying an eight-dollar pair of boots.
Jimmy had been there one afternoon and was already considerably over budget.

Then It Got Serious
There was a substantial drop-off beside us.
As the truck struggled on the loose rock, it began sliding toward that edge.
That ended the attempts.
Two ruined tires were a problem. A truck sliding toward a serious drop was something else entirely.
We stopped.
The truck was staying.
There was no cell service. Nobody was nearby. We were a long way into the mountain, and there was no safe way to drive out.
So we started walking.

I cannot honestly give the exact mileage today. This happened years ago, and I would rather leave the distance uncertain than invent a number for a better story.
I remember the time much better.
We started walking in daylight.
Then we kept walking.
Afternoon passed.
Still walking.
Evening arrived.
Still walking.
Darkness came.

At some point, Jimmy's definition of "not far" was formally retired.
Nobody held a ceremony.
There wasn't enough energy.
We just kept moving.
It was well after dark when we finally reached the highway.
All three of us were safe.
The truck was still on Eight Dollar Mountain.
Jimmy had successfully turned a day trip into a pedestrian event.
The Eight-Dollar Boots Start Making Sense

According to the old story, someone supposedly wore out an eight-dollar pair of boots crossing the rough country of Eight Dollar Mountain (Walling, 1884).
Before this trip, Jimmy thought that was an interesting old legend.
Afterward, it sounded more like a warning label.
I would never compare our experience with what miners and travelers faced in this country during the nineteenth century. Their circumstances were entirely different, and they crossed this country without the roads, vehicles, communications, and eventual assistance available today.
We had all of the advantages of modern transportation.
Until Jimmy got involved.
The old traveler supposedly lost a pair of boots.
Jimmy lost two tires.
The truck spent the night reconsidering its relationship with him.
His legs stopped accepting new assignments.
And the two unnamed friends reached the highway having learned the most valuable lesson Eight Dollar Mountain offered that day:
When Jimmy says "there's another place I want to look at," somebody should hide the keys.
Jimmy's shoes survived.
His pride did not.
The mountain has declined to return it.

Different Century, Same Mountain
The boot story may never be proven. The eight-dollar gold-nugget explanation may very well be closer to the true origin of the mountain's name (Walter, 2022).
But after spending a day there, it is easy to understand how the boot story survived.
More than a century after someone supposedly wore out an eight-dollar pair of boots on Eight Dollar Mountain, three people drove up there to explore.
Two tires didn't come back intact.
The truck didn't come back that night.
The people came back on foot.
The unidentified traveler from the old story had a pair of boots and nineteenth-century transportation.
Jimmy arrived with a truck, four tires, a spare, and more than a century of technological progress.
They both ended up walking.
Jimmy feels this reflects poorly on technology.
Everyone else is free to draw the more obvious conclusion.
Eight Dollar Mountain still knows how to make people walk.
Jimmy is a fictional treasure-hunting persona. The raccoon insists he is real.

References:
Oregon Department of Geology and Mineral Industries. (1939). Eight Dollar Mountain Group. Oregon Historical Mining Information Archive, Illinois River Mining District, Josephine County.

Ramp, Len, & Peterson, Norman V. (1979). Geology and Mineral Resources of Josephine County, Oregon. Bulletin 100. Oregon Department of Geology and Mineral Industries.

Walling, A. G. (1884). History of Southern Oregon: Comprising Jackson, Josephine, Douglas, Curry and Coos Counties. Portland, Oregon: A. G. Walling.

Walter, Greg. (2022). “Eight Dollar Mountain.” The Oregon Encyclopedia. Oregon Historical Society.

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