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Strangeography: Gravity Hill

For my birthday I had a typically strange request. I wanted to visit Gravity Hill in western Pennsylvania. We filled the tank and took off on our unusual day trip.

You may be wondering. What is a gravity hill?

I’ll tell you. When you stop on a gravity hill and put your car in neutral, the inexplicable happens: your car slowly and creepily rolls uphill, supernaturally defying physics and the laws of gravity.

Or, maybe it isn’t so supernatural. Maybe it is just an optical illusion caused by the fact that the horizon is obscured or curved. Debunkers of the gravity hill magic explain that when we can’t see a true horizon, we have a really hard time judging the slope of a surface. Objects in the landscape, like trees, which we assume are perpendicular, may actually be leaning, and this conspires to trick our eyes. It appears that the slope we’re looking at goes up when it really goes down.

Or, maybe it is ghost children pushing your car up the hill, like they push stopped cars over the railroad tracks in my favorite San Antonio ghost story. Supposedly, if you put baby powder over the back of your car, you can catch the fingerprints of these little helpful ghosts. This legend made it into movie form in 2006 as well – check out Fingerprints. Low-budget. Not horrible! (There’s a ringing endorsement). One plus: it does have Lou Diamond Phillips in it.

Anyway. I digress.

Also called magnetic hills or mystery spots, you can find gravity hills all over the country.

Our destination: Gravity Hill in North Park. This is in the Wexford area north of Pittsburgh.

North Park is huge! At over 3,000 acres it is the largest in Allegheny County. “This park has everything,” we riffed off The Blues Brothers as we cruised the chilly roads. Massive lake. Golf course. Trails. Nature Center. Skating rink. Abandoned water tower (cool).

But Gravity Hill! Most awesome of all.

North Park’s Gravity Hill is in the middle section of the park at the intersection of Kummer and McKinney roads. Here’s a park map showing those roads.

Stop at the stop sign at the intersection. Put your car in neutral. Take your foot off the brake. Your car will almost immediately start rolling backwards, seemingly uphill. Be careful, because it speeds up quickly! Of course, make sure there’s no traffic coming – you’re on a public road, after all. We visited on a raw March day and there was zero traffic. So, my husband and I both tried it out. O.k., multiple times. It was really fun!




Car rolling uphill in neutral.

Clearly, the photos show the hill behind the stop sign. The hill that your car rolls up. In hindsight, video may have helped, here.

After enjoying the magic and mystery of Gravity Hill, we took a short (it was really cold) hike around the Latodami Nature Center.


Latodomi Nature Center

Then we went to check out the old North Park Water Tower.  Built in 1937, the tower is 101.6 feet tall.  It has an observation deck that was renovated in 2010 for the movie I Am Number Four.  But it is closed to us regular fans of abandoned things – and has been since the ‘70s.  Posted warnings plaster the base of the tower and the stairs are chained and padlocked closed. Disappointing.  But still neat to see.


North Park Water Tower


If you’re in the area, definitely take a side trip to visit Gravity Hill.  If you have a few hours, North Park is simply beautiful and filled with things to do.  Take a picnic, and make a day of it.  You won’t be disappointed.

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The Haunted Stanley Hotel: A Ghostly Tour and a Night in Room 418

The Stanley Hotel.  Majestic.  Historic.  Haunted.  We got to spend the night there.  Here’s what happened, some history, and lots of photos.


The Stanley Hotel

We could not check in to the Stanley until 4:00 pm, so we started our day in Estes Park early with a great morning hike following the Black Canyon Trail to its connection with the Cow Creek and MacGregor trails.  The route is picturesque, winding through beautiful meadows with towering rock formations to the right and a stunning view of the back range to the left, before entering tree cover and starting a long and strenuous uphill.  We covered eight miles out and back and were ready to go into town for a little while.


View from the Black Canyon Trail

In downtown Estes we played tourist, popping into gift shops and picking up some delicious taffy and a sea salt caramel ice cream cone and then finally drove up to the Stanley Hotel.


Downtown Estes Park: The historic Park Theater

It is hard to imagine a more imposing sight than the grand old Stanley, high on a hill above town, stark white and red against the sepia brown and pine green backdrop of the Lumpy Ridge Mountains.  Although the Colonial Revival style is uncommon here in the west, the Stanley strangely fits in, crowning a glorious view.

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Front entrance of the Stanley

Inventor Freelan Oscar Stanley (F.O.) built the hotel in 1909.  With his brother, F.O. co-founded the Stanley Motor Company and co-invented the Stanley Steamer auto.  He suffered from consumption (tuberculosis) and in 1903, doctors only gave him a short time to live.  F.O. had heard about the restorative properties of the western mountain air and he traveled to Estes Park in 1903 where he actually regained his health.  Estes was too rustic for F.O. and his wife Flora, however, so they created the hotel as a destination spot where they could visit each summer.  Work began on the Stanley in 1907 and the hotel opened on the Fourth of July, 1909.  The Stanley was high class: there were bathrooms in the guest rooms, electric lights, telephones, and uniformed workers.


View of the Stanley with the recently-built (2015) hedge maze

Stanley wanted Estes Park to become a resort town, and he invested a lot to make that happen.  He built a hydro plant on the Fall River, generating electricity for the city.  He built the road from Lyons up to Estes Park which enabled people to drive to the Stanley, instead of having to take an excursion train.  He also helped create Rocky Mountain National Park.


We ascended the front stairs to the main hotel promptly at the 4:00 check in time and entered to a spacious lobby graced with polished wooden floors and accents.



No, not a ghost: a fellow tourist who walked by just as I took the picture. You can see him coming from the left in the picture above.

A gleaming Stanley Steamer auto stood by the front picture windows in honor of F.O.  In a glass case behind the reception desk, shining gold door keys hung in rows, reminiscent of an older time.


Front reception desk


A genuine Stanley Steamer automobile!

The elevator was also a throwback to a different age.  Its old-fashioned key hung on display next to the door.  We watched the little gold arrow move silently from floor number to floor number as the elevator descended to the lobby.  With a capacity of six, the elevator was like a gilt cage.  A window set in the elevator door let you get an unsettling glimpse of your journey in darkness between floors.


The original 1909 elevator.  Soon to be our nemesis.


Awe of the antique elevator quickly turned to fear.  Pushing the up and down buttons gave off a static charge the likes of which I have never experienced before.  Static electricity generally makes you think of mild things like rubbing your hair with a balloon and having it stand on end.  This was a whole different version of static electricity.  We got popped with ½-inch visible sparks arcing between our fingers and the buttons. I am completely serious.  It was not just us: everyone who touched the buttons recoiled in literal shock and alarm.  Maybe the carpet was a factor, who knows?  The Stanley had a makeover of new carpet, wallpaper, and lots of mirrors when The Shining miniseries was filmed there in 1997.  (King did not like the original Stanley Kubrick version of his book.) Was the carpet a wool blend that generated this massive electrical charge?  Who knows?  We do know those elevator buttons packed a punch.

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Old-fashioned elevator operating mechanism

At any rate, we arrived at the 4th floor, the most haunted floor in the hotel.  Our room, 418, was located down the “children’s hallway.”  Supposedly, the spirits of children play in this hallway at night.  Guests complain about the noise, only to find that no children are staying in that wing at the time.  Historically, the fourth floor is where the children of wealthier families and their nannies stayed.  Our room also has the reputation of being haunted by a little boy ghost.  Sometimes there are impressions of a body left on the bed.  Hotel staff have reported strange noises coming from inside the room when it is empty.


The never-ending hallway…


Later on our Ghost Tour, we learned that our hall is also the “never-ending hallway.”  When the exit door at the far end is closed, the lighting creates an optical illusion that the hallway goes on forever.  Midway down our hallway are two couches.  These are where the ghosts of two little girls appear: ghosts Stephen King saw – maybe – when he and his wife made their fateful visit in 1974: more on that later.


Couches where the spirits of children may hang out

Our room was small: the king bed and a chair and dresser just barely fit, but everything was scrupulously clean, and the view past a pine tree to northeast was stunning.  We opened the windows immediately because even though it was cool outside, the room was stuffy, and there is no air conditioning in the Stanley because of its protected historic status (it is on the National Register of Historic Places).


Room 418


The tiny bathroom of room 418


View from 418: you can see other hotel buildings and Lake Estes in the distance

We went back down the grand staircase taking some pictures along the way and found the lobby full of beautifully dressed teenagers.  It is a long-standing tradition for local high school students to take their prom photos in the Stanley and on the grounds of the magnificent old hotel.  It seemed a perfect tribute to F.O. and Flora Stanley, as it turned out this day was the anniversary of their wedding.


The grand staircase looking up from the lobby


Mirrors, mirrors, everywhere

After a fabulous dinner at the Rock Inn Tavern (off the beaten path, but worth the short drive), following some photogenic elk around at a safe distance, and people-watching by the fireplace in the lobby, it was at last time for our nighttime ghost tour.


An unafraid elk


Lobby of the Stanley after dark

Our tour guide, Travis, prefaced the tour by saying he was a skeptic when he first started at the Stanley as a night guard, but quickly became a believer in the paranormal after working there only a short time.  He recommended downloading the Ghost Radar app which can use your smartphone as an EMF detector.  It seems to be a little debatable whether cell phones can pick up electromagnetic fields (Only specific frequencies?  Using the magnetometers?), but he was excited about it.


Night is coming on

He passed out a handful of lollipops for some of us to use as lures for the children’s spirits on the fourth floor.  I was a lollipop holder!

Our group of twenty or so trooped up to the first floor and started in the Music Room where we gathered around Flora Stanley’s piano.  Flora loved to play the piano, and apparently still does, as piano music is occasionally heard coming from the music room.  One story relates how Flora was angered at someone audacious enough to play her piano and retaliated by slamming the keyboard cover down on him.

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Flora’s piano in the Music Room

The Music Room is also home to a large mirror.  Travis explained that the Victorians were fascinated with the occult and spiritualism, and that mirrors played a large role in those beliefs.  Mirrors set up to reflect each other might offer a glimpse of the spirit world.  Or show you a spirit.


Mirror in the music room.  Again, no ghosts: fellow tour members, and me taking a picture of myself in the mirror.

Worked into the woodwork above the mirror, one can see the letter “S” for Stanley. This is a recurring motif throughout the hotel.  Travis advised us to take lots of photos of the many mirrors we would come across, and to remember who was in our group so we would know if we captured a spirit on film, or one of our fellow tourists!


Odd old photograph capturing reflections in room 418

Our next stop was on the grand staircase.  Mirrors and framed pictures of former owners of the Stanley cover the walls on either side.  A portrait of F.O. Stanley hangs at an angle next to a mirror of almost the same size so that F.O.’s picture is reflected perfectly, creating two images.  This is a little creepy because F.O. had an exact twin brother, Francis Edgar.  Together the brothers are both represented on the wall; one in portraiture, the other in a reflection.


F.O. Stanley’s portrait on the left, reflected in the mirror on the right.


An angle change eliminates F.O.’s reflection.

Worked into the balustrade is another example of Victorian symbolism.  The four posts represent the four seasons: winter, spring, summer, and fall.  The corkscrew design of one post is supposed to mimic a Victorian ghost-catcher.


Winter, spring, summer, and fall represented in the white posts.

We continued up the stairs and stopped in front of the infamous room 217.  Stephen King stayed in this room with his wife Tabitha at the end of September in 1974.  The two had been on a tour of the Rocky Mountains, headed to Grand Lake.  A blizzard shut down Trail Ridge Road and they had to turn back.  They came to the Stanley, which was closing for the season the following day.   The Stanley did not have heat until 1983, so it closed every winter.  Somehow, the Kings convinced the two remaining staff – housekeeper and bartender – to let them stay the night. The four of them were the only people in the echoing, empty hotel.


Infamous room 217

Travis theorized that the Kings might have had to sign a caretaker’s waiver, allowing them to be there as temporary caretakers of the hotel, possibly removing the hotel from liability if they had stayed as guests.  Together Stephen King and his wife Tabitha ate alone in the cavernous dining room.  All the other tables already had their chairs put up for the winter.  A number of strange things then happened to King over the course of the evening.


Another view of the mirrors on the grand staircase

According to Travis, while exploring on the fourth floor, King saw twin girls who seemed so well behaved the author later complimented the housekeeper on them, thinking they were her children, only to be told that she had no children.  Other versions state that King was on the second floor and saw a single boy.  Either way, the author saw some child that really wasn’t there!


Beautifully ominous in the evening

Later that night, King went down to the bar by himself and met the barkeep Lloyd, who became a key character in The Shining.  King was not even sure if the man was real, because the whole situation was so eerily surreal.  Travis assured us that there had been a bartender named Lloyd at the hotel who possibly gave King the famous line from the book “Your money’s no good here.”


Looking from the back entrance to the fourth floor down the dark never-ending hallway

King was in the process of writing a book about a berserk roller coaster that jumped off its tracks and attacked people…but apparently, it wasn’t going so great.  His stay at the Stanley certainly fixed his writer’s block.  According to King:

“That night I dreamed of my three-year-old son running through the corridors, looking back over his shoulder, eyes wide, screaming. He was being chased by a fire-hose. I woke up with a tremendous jerk, sweating all over, within an inch of falling out of bed. I got up, lit a cigarette, sat in the chair looking out the window at the Rockies, and by the time the cigarette was done, I had the bones of the book firmly set in my mind.”

He abandoned the rabid roller coaster tale and his dream vision became the horror classic The Shining, published in 1977.


“All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy.”   Great tribute to The Shining on this old-fashioned typewriter downstairs in the hotel.

Room 217 is also where a massive explosion occurred back in June of 1911.  The generally accepted version goes like this:  A storm knocked out power to the hotel.  Guests were taken down to the lobby, while chambermaids went from room to room lighting the backup acetylene lamps.  Chambermaid Elizabeth Wilson entered 217 with her candle, not realizing that the gas had leaked.  The resulting explosion blew her through the floor into the dining room below.  She suffered two broken ankles but miraculously survived.  F.O. Stanley paid her medical expenses and made her head chambermaid of the hotel.  She continued to work at the Stanley until she passed in the 1950s.  Although her story ended happily, supposedly Elizabeth continues to haunt the hotel, tucking guests into their beds – even getting in the bed between unmarried couples – and folding their shirts.


Bell-tower in the evening

News stories about the explosion differed wildly: There were seven injuries.  Multiple different names of the maid.  No storm.  The acetylene gas lamps were being tested.  One maid died.  Another maid was blown onto porch and put out fire from the explosion with an extinguisher.  Guests in the dining room below suffered injuries.  The victim – or victims – went to Longmont Hospital.  (Colorado Springs Gazette, Rocky Mountain News, Fort Collins Weekly Courier, Denver Post.)


Whatever the exact details, the detonation was real enough and decimated 10% of the hotel – most of the west wing.  Fortunately, it was a “compression explosion” so it put out its own fire or the damage could have been much greater.   I am not exactly sure what a compression explosion is, but it may be similar to the idea of using explosives to stop wildfires: the shock wave of a blast knocks the fire off its fuel source.

Interestingly, in 2014, pieces of wallpapered drywall and carpet from room 217 turned up in the employee tunnel down in the basement.  One-hundred and three years after explosion!  This discovery seems to lend some credence to the backstory of the ghostly chambermaid.


The grand staircase 

Actor Jim Carrey requested room 217 when he was filming Dumb and Dumber at the Stanley in 1994.  He stayed only three hours before fleeing in terror and refusing to come back to the hotel. According to Travis, he also refused to ever speak about what happened to him in that room.

As we stood outside room 217, Travis said we were in the center of a vortex.  We stood still and felt a light breeze.  At this point, Travis extracted a volunteer from our group and attempted some pencil dowsing.  They each held up two pencils with the ends lightly touching each other.  When Travis asked a person’s name, the pencils swerved to point to that person. I was pretty skeptical about this one.


The vortex outside room 217.  This shot is looking up to the fourth floor.

At last!  Up to the 4th floor.  There is a plethora of haunted rooms on this floor, including ours. We stood outside room 401 and learned that it was formerly the maids’ break room, and is now frequented by the ghost of Lord Dunraven.  Dunraven was an Irish Earl who came to Estes Park in 1872, loved the land, and wanted to build his own hunting preserve.  Thanks to some shady business dealings, he acquired thousands of acres of land – much of which is now Rocky Mountain National Park – and eventually ended up selling F.O. Stanley the land for the Stanley Hotel.  Dunraven must have been something of a ladies’ man, if he was still looking for the maids in the afterlife.   Dunraven also reportedly stands around in a corner of room 407.  People have also claimed to see a face in the window of 407 when the room was empty of guests.  A shadowy figure wearing a cowboy hat has startled visitors in room 428.

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Nighttime at the Stanley

We tried our lollipop experiment in the children’s hallway.  Making sure the lollipop wrapper was twisted tightly around the candy; we set the lollipops upright in the center of our palms.  Walking slowly down the hallway, we hoped a spirit child would push the lollipop or yank it out of our hands.  Alas, that did not happen while our group was there.  It was amusing later to watch other tour groups coming through and seeing folks staring intently at the lollipops in their hands as they walked up and down in front of our room.


No spirits wanted my lollipop!

Next, we moved into one of the empty rooms (405) and Travis turned off all of the lights.  He wanted us to sing to build up some energy to invoke any spirits that might be around.   This became easily the most awkward three minutes of my life: cramped in a small, dark room with twenty people I didn’t know and couldn’t see (tho’ that was probably all for the best) all reluctantly singing the chorus of “You Are My Sunshine.”  Needless to say, we did not generate the positive energy needed. Travis clearly sensed this, as he did not suggest a second verse, and we left quickly for the next stop.


Lobby with a view of the front entrance

Which was the Billiard room back down on the first floor, next to the Music Room.  This was F.O.’s favorite room, where he spent a great deal of time.  And possibly still does.  Travis turned out the lights here and urged us to look at an American flag hung over the fireplace.  In the upper corner of the flag, a strange image of a face stood out.  Travis told us this was an image of F.O., which appeared after the flag was given to the hotel.  There was a noticeable image there!  The darkness was too much for my camera, but my husband got a nice shot.


Look for the face in the upper right corner of the photo…it is hard to see in this light, but really was evident when you were in front of it.


The face highlighted.  I almost think you can see it better in the previous photo, but this one shows you where to look.

Finally, tired, we returned to the basement and the employee tunnel.  Travis shared his personal story of seeing a green mist there one evening.  He thought it might have been ectoplasm.  By this time it was getting late and I was fading.  We took lots of pictures of the tunnel where employees and guests have reported seeing orbs: I did not get any in my images.

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A side branch off of the employee tunnel

The night in our room 418 was discouragingly unremarkable.  Maybe we were just too tired from a busy day, but nothing out of the ordinary happened.  The only marginally abnormal thing that occurred was that while lying in bed with my eyes closed but not yet asleep, I noticed a flashing, like a light had passed over them.  We did look out over a parking area at a distance, but then again, our room was up very high, and we hadn’t had any other reflections or lights shine in our window.  Who knows?


Room 418 viewed from outside: the top center red dormer windows

Why is there so much paranormal activity at the Stanley?  Many believe it is because of the unique geology of the location, claiming that the Stanley sits on top of oddly electric or magnetic mineral deposits. Travis had mentioned the abundance of quartz in the land.  The Rocky Mountain Paranormal Research Society investigated the Stanley and included a soil survey as part of their report.  Working with U.S.D.A. soil scientists from the Natural Resources Conservation Service, the RMPRS discovered that there are not, in fact, large deposits of quartz or magnetite in the soil under the Stanley.  The soil is primarily schist, a metamorphic rock formed from high temperatures and high strain – and is the same as the soil found all around Estes Park.  The RMPRS also debunked the second floor vortex, noting that there was a power main nearby which may have been causing EMF fluctuations.


View of the Stanley on Easter morning

Despite our lack of ghostly experiences, we had a glorious visit.  The Stanley is a gracious, beautiful old hotel.  The staff was welcoming and we felt like VIPs.  You can look out any window of the Stanley for a magnificent view.  On our walk to breakfast at the Notchtop Bakery (delicious!) we saw elk grazing on the Stanley’s lawn, with the mountains towering in the distance.


Elk grazing on the Stanley’s lawn

Estes Park itself is a great little town with wonderful shops and restaurants.  There are countless outdoor adventures – from gentle to extreme – available all around Estes for people of all physical abilities. Rocky Mountain National Park is just minutes away.  All of these are great reasons to visit.  And of course, there is always the opportunity to see a ghost at the Stanley: maybe you’ll have better luck catching one than we did!


Statue of F.O.


Haunted Places in America – The Stanley Hotel

Thought Catalog: 17 Unsettling Staff and Guest Stories of Hauntings at the Hotel “The Shining” is Based On


Mirrors in Spiritual and Metaphysical Beliefs

Rocky Mountain Paranormal Society Investigation of the Stanley Hotel accessed 4/8/17

Stephen King’s Inspiration for The Shining

Stanley Hotel Ghost Story Supported by Evidence of Room 217 Event – Estes Park Trail Gazette, 3/10/2014

Smartphones as EMF Readers?

Using Explosives to Put Out Wildfires Is Actually a Great Idea

The Stanley Hotel – Haunted History – accessed 4/8/17

The Tale of Lord Dunraven and the Stanley Hotel

Ghost Hunters: The Stanley Hotel Season 2, Episode 22

Rock Inn Tavern

Notchtop Bakery and Café

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Grave Robbers & Ghosts: Haunted Cheesman Park

Cheesman Park.  Spacious.  Green.  Relaxing.  Former cemetery.

Probably still a cemetery.

You read that correctly.  The history of Denver’s Cheesman Park is unsettling.  Potentially thousands of bodies remain buried below the park’s pretty lawns.

We visited on a warm-for-winter late afternoon and found a pastoral setting. A stunning white marble pavilion graced the hill above the park, framing wide expanses of gently rolling green grass, people jogging or sunning themselves, a view to die for…


And stories of ghosts.


View of Denver from the pavilion in Cheesman Park

The History

The land that became Cheesman Park originally belonged to the Arapahoe Indians and was possibly a sacred burial ground.

General William Larimer didn’t care much about that when he jumped a claim and founded the city of Denver.  In 1858 he created the 320-acre Mount Prospect Cemetery. This would later become Congress Park, Cheesman Park, and the Denver Botanic Gardens.

There is some debate about who had the dubious honor of being buried first in Mount Prospect.

One story claims that a gentleman named Abraham Kay, who died from a sudden lung infection in 1859, was the first buried in Mount Prospect.

Another, more colorful story, declares that the first person interred in the new cemetery was Hungarian immigrant John Stoefel.  He was accused of murdering his brother-in-law and was hanged at the crossroads of 10th and Cherry Street (or Wazee Street, depending on source you read). Both he and his victim were buried in the same grave. Not an auspicious start for a new cemetery.

This second version, being a little more gruesome, has become the popular story and really did set the stage for Mount Prospect’s sketchy reputation.

Handsome gambler Jack O’ Neal (alternately found spelled “O’Neil”) is buried there as well.  Some sources say he was Stoefel’s victim, others say O’Neal got into a gambling dispute with a man named Rooker who later ambushed O’Neal and shot him to death. Regardless, O’Neal was buried in Mount Prospect and the cemetery earned the infamous nickname “Jack O’Neal’s Ranch.”


Looking west from inside the pavilion

The cemetery was segregated by religion and ethnicity.  Paupers and criminals took up the southwest corner.  There was a section for Chinese immigrants, Catholics and Jewish people.  The wealthy were interred up on top of the hill.

Unfortunately, the increasing number of criminals, undesirables, and paupers being buried in Mount Prospect helped it earn some other nicknames as well such as “Old Boneyard” and “Boot Hill.”

The U.S. Government discovered that the cemetery was actually on federal land based on an 1860 treaty with the Arapahoe Indians, and sold the land back to the City of Denver for $200 in 1872.  Mount Prospect changed its name to City Cemetery.

By this time, the cemetery was in disrepair: headstones were toppled in places and cattle grazed among the graves.  Some families and groups maintained their sections of the cemetery, but other parts became increasingly dilapidated.


Headstones in disarray at the former cemetery in Cheesman Park.  Photo courtesy of the Denver Public Library, Western History Photographic Collections.

In 1881, a hospital for small pox victims – nicknamed the “Pest House” – went up where the community gardens section of the Denver Botanic Gardens now stands. This hospital also housed elderly and handicapped people who essentially went there to die.  A section of the graveyard behind the building held mass graves for these unfortunates.

By 1890 the City Cemetery was an eyesore and Denver received permission from Congress to use land as a park.  City Cemetery was promptly renamed Congress Park. Families had just 90 days to move their loved one’s remains to another cemetery; usually Riverside (see my Riverside post) or Fairmount.   There were so many Roman Catholic folks buried in the Catholic section, however, that the mayor sold that land to the Denver Diocese. It became Mt. Calvary Cemetery, and later the Denver Botanic Gardens.

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Former Mount Calvary Cemetery.  Photo courtesy of the Denver Public Library, Western History Photographic Collections.

Because so many bodies were left unclaimed in City Cemetery – probably due to the fact that many were criminals, vagrants, and unknowns – Denver hired an undertaker to start digging them up and moving them to Riverside.  E.P McGovern would earn $1.90 for each body he boxed.  In 1893 McGovern started removing the corpses.  And tales of hauntings began.  People living in the palatial houses nearby reported seeing ghostly figures that would knock on their windows and doors and then vanish. Moaning sounds rose up from the excavated cemetery at night.  One gravedigger, who was also allegedly looting the graves, felt a hand touch him on the shoulder while he was working. He ran away in fright and never came back to the job.


The pavilion in Cheesman Park

The worst was yet to come.  McGovern realized he could make a bigger profit by using child-sized caskets instead of full-sized adult ones.  He hacked up the bodies, often mixing the bones of multiple bodies together and using as many as three caskets for one body.  Onlookers watching the exhumation swooped in for a little discreet – or not so discreet – grave robbing.  Body parts lay everywhere.


Mount Calvary Cemetery.  Photo courtesy of the Denver Public Library, Western History Photographic Collections.

Fortunately, a local newspaper, the Denver Republican, got wind of the story and its headline of March 19, 1893 ran “The Work of Ghouls!”  An excerpt from the story reads:

“The line of desecrated graves at the southern boundary of the cemetery sickened and horrified everybody … Around their edges were piled broken coffins, rent and tattered shrouds and fragments of clothing that had been torn from the dead bodies …  All were trampled into the ground by the footsteps of the gravediggers like rejected junk.”

Denver Mayor Rogers quickly terminated McGovern’s contract after the Health Commissioner investigated the debacle, and the city put up a wooden fence around the cemetery.  In 1894, grading started for the park even though the rest of the bodies hadn’t been removed and some graves still stood open; left that way from McGovern’s hack job.  The park was finally finished in 1907, leaving as many as 2,000 corpses still buried beneath its grounds.


Cheesman Park’s rolling lawns. What lies beneath?

And how did Cheesman Park get its name?  In 1909 Mrs. Cheesman and her daughter offered to donate funds for a show-stopping marble pavilion if the city agreed to rename part of the park after her late husband.  Walter Cheesman had been prominent in Denver’s history as a railroad entrepreneur and a water baron.  The city agreed, and the pavilion, designed by Willis A. Marean and Albert Julius Norton, was finished in 1910.

In the meantime, the Roman Catholic cemetery, Mount Cavalry, was sold back to the city and its bodies moved to Mount Olivet Cemetery in nearby Wheat Ridge.

The Ghosts

Despite its gruesome history, on our sunny afternoon visit it was hard to believe that Cheesman Park is haunted.  But unclaimed graves and spooky stories abound.


Within the pavilion

I personally only felt a sense of calm at Cheesman Park, but some visitors report feeling either a sense of terrible sadness or anxiety there.  Small wonder, given the desecration of so many graves and displacement of so many bodies.

Others claim that when they lay down on the park-like grounds, they feel as if they are being held down by an unseen force, and are almost unable to get up.

At night, apparitions of a singing woman and those of small children playing are said to wander the park, vanishing on approach.  The outlines of old gravestones eerily appear to frighten other nighttime visitors.  Some people say they heard a terrifying susurration of ghostly voices coming from the fields where graves once stood open.

Cheesman Park was apparently also the inspiration of the 1980 movie The Changeling. (Great film!) Writer Russell Hunter lived in a haunted house at the northern end of Cheesman Park in the 1960’s. There he claims he experienced bizarre paranormal phenomena including doors opening and closing by themselves, pictures falling off walls, and contact from the spirit of a little boy.  Whether his story is true or not, the home in the movie is in fact called the Cheesman House.


The pavilion 

If any place meets criteria for being haunted, Cheesman Park certainly does.  Native American land.  A cemetery filled with many who died alone and unknown.  Bodies disrespectfully disinterred helter-skelter.  Graves desecrated.  It is no wonder that shadowy figures are reported walking the grassy fields after dark.

And the story doesn’t quite end there.  As recently as November 2010, irrigation work around the pavilion in the park unearthed four skeletons (actually five skeletons; the bones had been mixed together) that were over 100 years old.

In 2008, construction on a new, below-ground parking structure across the street from the Botanic gardens came to an abrupt halt when bones were discovered, to no one’s surprise.

Cheesman Park during the day is an expansive park with a sobering background.  It is a beautiful place to walk and reflect.  Take a seat on the pavilion steps.  Relax and look at the mountains soaring up miles away and contemplate the history – haunted or not – that still remains beneath your feet.



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Historic photographs included with permission from the Denver Public Library, Western History Photographic Collections.

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Strangeography: Coffin Races, Cryonics, a Hearse Parade, and a Bacon Tent. Welcome to Frozen Dead Guy Days!

Nederland.   A rustic little town seventeen miles west of Boulder.  Gateway to Eldora ski resort and the glorious Rocky Mountains.

Altitude, 8,230 feet.

Population, 1 ,500.

Unless it is Frozen Dead Guy Days.  When 15,000 cheerful and slightly morbid visitors from all over the globe arrive to celebrate “Ned’s” famous and quite literally frozen dead guy, Grandpa Bredo Morstoel.


A Tuff shed just like Grandpa’s.

The Weird History

Voted by the New York Times as one of the 10 Best Parties in Winter – a “Cryonics first Mardi Gras”- Frozen Dead Guy Days commemorates Grandpa Bredo who died in 1989 and is preserved in dry ice in a Tuff shed somewhere in the Nederland hills.

You read that correctly.

Grandpa Bredo died of heart disease in Norway.  His daughter, Aud, and grandson, Trygve believed deeply in the future of cryonics and dragged their deceased relative to California and placed him in the Trans Times cryonics facility from 1990-1993.  After that, they moved him to a shed behind their home in Nederland.


Grandpa Bredo

This became problematic for a number of reasons.  Trygve was deported for Visa issues.   Aud, living in her house with no electricity and no plumbing, was evicted.  Panicked that Grandpa Bredo would thaw out, she let the local news know that she was harboring a dead relative in her storage shed.


Hearses getting ready for the parade

Alarm ensued.

The city of Nederland rapidly passed an ordinance (Chapter 7, Article 2, section 7.34.) regarding the “Keeping of bodies.”  The law prohibited keeping “the whole or any part of the person, body or carcass of a human being or animal or other biological species which is not alive” on one’s property.  However, as the much-cited joke goes, Grandpa Bredo was – wait for it – grandfathered in.


Skull graffiti near Barker Reservoir

Things got weirder.  Trygve  tapped local planetary ecologist, Bo “Iceman” Shaffer to keep Grandpa frozen.  Trygve supplied money from overseas for Shaffer to make a run down the mountain once a month and pick up 1,600-1,800 pounds of dry ice.   Shaffer would truck it to the Tuff shed (Tuff now a proud sponsor of FDGD!) and pack it around Grandpa’s metal coffin in his homemade plywood and Styrofoam freezer box. He would also check the temperature inside, to make sure it was cold enough.    After eighteen years (!) of caring for Grandpa, Shaffer and Trygve had a falling out.  As Shaffer put it on his website: “overseas management and local labor couldn’t agree on terms” and he gave up the job in 2012.

There was talk of moving Grandpa back to Norway, but he remains (Remains! Ha! Sorry…) in his shed above Ned, and one Brad Wickham is the current iceman.

Frozen Dead Guy Days turns a funky little mountain town into one heck of a bizarre three-day party.


Our Visit

We drove to Nederland the back way to avoid traffic in Boulder Canyon.  The Peak-to-Peak Highway was deserted and we rode past snow-frosted pine trees through an eerie mountain fog that had us thinking of The Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe (my husband) or alien abductions and missing time (me).


“The fog rolled in…”

We scored parking at the lovely Nederland Community Center – busy hosting a pancake breakfast – and walked down a short trail into the foggy town: perfect ambiance for a dead guy party.  And yes, there was Oingo Boingo being played over a loudspeaker in the street at one point.


1st Street: Weekend before Frozen Dead Guy Days, March 4th


1st Street on Frozen Dead Guy Days – Saturday, March 11

We purchased wristbands to allowed us into the three festival tents: the Bacon, Bourbon & Brews tent, the Re-Animate tent boasting a cryogenically created “Bredo’s Brew” by a local Longmont brewery, and the Brain Freeze tent.


Ice pig sculpture in the Bacon, Bourbon & Brews tent.  A token got you a plate of bacon!

Then we went to check out the hearses getting ready for the parade.  The owner of the Phantasm hearse actually took time out from his preparations to show us a photo of his son with Angus Scrimm (the Tall Man) from the films.  I geeked out.  If you haven’t seen the Phantasm movies – at least the first three – you’re missing some classic horror.  Watch them!


The Phantasm hearse!

We caught street performer Sam Mallory – great standup comic, o.k. fire-juggler – and then found a spot to watch the parade.  The crowd was massive, but everybody was in great spirits.  (Spirits!!  Ha!  Right.  I’ll stop.)

A dead Shriner (?!) kicked off the parade, followed by the hearses and the coffin racing teams.





Co-founder of FDGD on right.


They’re having fun!


Beautiful matte finish on this hearse.  Love the red treatment on the windows!


A St. Patrick’s Day hearse…




The Facial Hair crew


Team Mario Bros.


Trash bag costumes – appropriate for what will come.

We had Super Heady Tacos with Patrick Swayze and lots of other folks outside the 3B tent, then went off to see the coffin races.


I’m not sure why, really.

We secured a nice spot close to the muddy, snowy, frozen course that we had watched the city surveyors create with backhoe just a couple of hours earlier.  They had to truck snow in from Eldora to help make the course as there wasn’t enough in Nederland.  The city Mayor, Kristopher Larsen, was in great spirits presiding over his first coffin races in office.

Two coffin teams raced at a time.  The winner would go on to compete against the other winners of each heat.  Teams had to carry their coffin – with a living body in it – up the slushy  hill, around a tight corner over to a short pole.  Their coffin member would leap out, spin themsleves around the pole five times to get nice and dizzy, and then balance across a log where their team would pick them up.  They would race through the giant frozen puddle/water hazard to the finish line.


The Facial Hair guys!



They won their heat!



The Lady Lawyers: a  poor footwear choice slowed them to a walk.  Note: high heels are never a good choice in deep frozen slush.


There’s teamwork!  And shiny spandex!


Warm, if weird costume choice.


Good, morbid fun for all ages!

Sadly, we didn’t manage to get a tour up to Grandpa’s actual Tuff Shed – available first-come, first-serve leaving from the Carousel of Happiness –  but there’s always next year.  We also missed the polar plunge, frozen t-shirt contest, and icy turkey bowling; but we were exhausted. We had been outside for five hours in 35 degree fog. Yet, as we drove home we were also oddly contented.  We’d seen a hearse parade, coffin racers, listened to two great bands (The Whiskey Charmers & Banshee Tree) and basically had a second Halloween in March.  Bizarre.  Awesome.  I can’t wait to go again next year.


Town of Nederland

Nederland “Keeping of bodies” ordinance

About Frozen Dead Guys Days

Ice Man Chronicle

“Meet the Colorado Man Who Got Paid to Look After a Frozen Corpse for 18 Years”

“How One Colorado Town Honors a Corpse It Keeps on Ice”

The Official Frozen Dead Guide, 2017



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Strangeography: The Molly Brown House – Ghosts and an Egyptian Curse?

The History

“Don’t call her Molly,” the tour guide admonished our group before we were even allowed off the front porch.

She was never called Molly.  Maybe Maggie, as a stretch, when she was little.  But never Molly.  She preferred Margaret.   Our rather tense docent actually carried the equivalent of a cussing jar: forcing herself to put a nickel in every time she misspoke and said Molly.

So began our tour of Denver’s famous – and allegedly haunted – Molly Brown house.  Oops.  I just wrote Molly.  I owe myself a nickel.


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Strangeography: Riverside Cemetery

The late, watery afternoon sun was slipping to the west when we arrived at Riverside Cemetery.  The oldest operating cemetery in Denver, Riverside takes up a massive seventy-seven acres between Brighton Boulevard and the South Platte River.


Created in 1876 as an alternative to the quickly deteriorating City Cemetery – now Cheesman Park, more on that location another time – Riverside was a cemetery of choice for wealthy Denverites who wanted a beautiful, park-like, secluded burial place.  It was so popular, many exhumed and moved their already dead and buried to Riverside! While the addition of the BNSF railroad track in 1890 dissuaded a few families and the dying-off of the grounds due to a loss of water rights turned away others, Riverside was still the burial location for over 67,000 people including over 1,200 Civil War veterans.  It was designated a National Historic District in 1994.

Although I have not found documentation of any ghostly encounters at the cemetery, given the breadth of time and historical events represented within its gates, it would seem unlikely not to have a spirit or two lingering around!

We started in the north section at the Old Stone House.  Made of limestone, the Stone House was used as an office and holding tomb, and possibly also a chapel. Is the sloping concrete ramp where the bodies were moved in and out?



Walking through the winter-brown landscape we were struck by the disquieting juxtaposition of time suspended and time having moved on: modern smokestacks and industrial complexes surround the neighborhood around memorials that go back nearly 140 years.


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