A few years back the three Miller boys went hiking and exploring at the old Timber camp known as Porter, there isn't anything left of the old town site except for a few rock chimneys left over from some of the larger buildings. Its our understanding that the town site was here at the road FR376 crossing the Rio Cebolla.
Our favorite way to get to Porter is to make a left turn onto FR376 at Canones from Highway 4 just north of Canon and driving thru the Gilman Tunnels and continuing north for a few miles until FR376 crosses the Rio Cebolla. Our favorite picnicking spot is at this crossing and our families would get together and bring fried chicken, potato salad, corn on the cob and always we had my moms home made bread, the older kids job was to place all the beer, pop and watermelons into the stream to keep them cool before anybody was free to explore.
Now a days whenever we have some free time we will wander back to the crossing to look for fossils and some long lost trinkets lost by the people that once lived there, its a safe place for us because our parents lived and worked there and we spent a lot of time hearing their stories of how it was when they lived there and we all understood that it was a special place and time for them. Since all our parents have passed on we haven't gathered at the crossing any more but occasionally we do go back just to reminisce about our favorite times we had with our parents while they were reminiscing about their favorite times when they lived in Porter.
Anyway this is why we like to explore in the area that we grew up exploring, not for the trinkets and fossils but for the memories we have of our parents when we were all together.
These photos are of the old rail road grade that once brought the raw timber from Porter south thru the tunnels to a Mill in Gilman and from there the lumber was hauled by logging truck to Bernalillo where there was a large lumber Mill that processed lumber for distribution. An old Packard was used to go to and from Porter to Gilman but the Packard was only used for company business, supplies and emergencies.
However you could also reach Porter by driving north on Highway 4 all the way to La Cueva then turning left onto Highway 126 and heading west towards Fenton Lake, before you reached Fenton Lake you would turn left again onto FR376 and drive south until you reached Porter. It was quite a distance for the vehicles during those days but it kept the town pretty secluded.
Here is a few photos of the Tunnels and the Canyon, The handsome guy is my other brother Bud but he answers to Chris.
This YouTube video is not one of my rides, I am borrowing this post because it shows the canyon and the drive thru the tunnels, which is perfect for my blog, sorry but I couldn't figure out who this post belongs to but if you recognize it please leave me a comment and I will post your credit, Your video captured the canyon, road and the tunnels perfectly and I hope that you wont mind me borrowing it, Thank You.
Lost Treasure of the Guadalupe Mesa has been found
At the end of our exploring we finished up with the tunnels and started heading home but decided to make a quick stop at the old Mill site in Gilman. We spread out and started walking up a draw, when all of a sudden I couldn't believe my eyes because a little ways up the path was a fairly large piece of pottery laying on the ground I rushed over to my find and signaled my brothers to come see my find. I was so excited to see such a large piece of pottery just laying on the ground like that made me think that a pot hunter got scared and dropped it, I wanted a photo record of it just exactly how I found it.
This is one of the photos I took of my broken pottery find.
It wasn't to long before my brother Bud who answers to Chris shows up and as excited as I was, I'm still shooting photos, I have this find recorded baby, Bud walks around and asks what the F___ is this, my other brother Bud walks around and these two started laughing so hard that they were on the ground gasping for breath these guys were laughing at my find and my feelings were starting to get hurt, just a little.
This is what they were laughing at, my big find turned out to be a Jackalope dudad worth $19.95, man o man you get all excited about a Jackalope pottery dish and your marked for life, man those guys........... oh by the way, they still like to bring it up and laugh really really hard at me, I think there both poop heads.
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