Head
north out of Moose Pass for two miles, through a series of curves that follow
the toe of a mountain with a lake of stunning aqua color on the other side, and
past the rock cuts.
Just as you reach a
mile-long straight stretch, look for the pullout on the right.
It’s
nothing fancy, no facilities, just a paved pull-through with four picnic tables
tucked away in mosquito loving shade and almost out of sight. This is a place waiting for some TLC in the
form of clearing the brush and opening up the picnic tables to sunlight and
views to make it special, but pull in there anyway.
Lots of people stop here to take photos of the lake.
The
wildflowers are blooming and the wild roses will make a nice hedge
along the pavement, and these enhance this humble rest area.
Somebody
apparently thinks this spot is worthy of recognition, though. I stopped there recently to clean up any
litter and the first thing I saw was a sign attached to a tall spruce tree. I went into the woods to read it, didn’t even
take my yellow bag and grab stick.
“Mad
Sally Lake” read the nicely-made wooden sign.
What? Never heard that before. Around here, we call it Trail Lake. Been Trail Lake at least as long as I’ve
lived here, and that’s going four decades.
Beneath
the sign is a sheet of paper carefully sealed between two sheets of plastic and
obviously meant to be waterproof.
I
took some photos, picked up some litter, and made some enquiries. No one knows anything about it—not who put it
there, where the story came from, nothing.
The events surrounding the name apparently took place during the 1930s
and the only fellow I know who was around back then, Ed Estes, died some years
ago.
Ed
would have known that old prospector because Ed hauled the mail from Moose Pass
to Hope twice a month. During the
winter months, he used a dog team and was paid $150 a month.
He
knew just about everyone in the area and I sure wish he were still around to
ask about Mad Sally.
Bob,
now the longest-dwelling person in Moose Pass never heard anything either.
So
now we have a mystery. Is the story
true? If it’s true, did someone get the
wrong lake? Who invested all the time to
make the signs and fasten then to the spruce?
Is someone trying to start a legend?
Is this all part of a treasure or scavenger hunt?
I
don’t know the answers to those questions.
If I did, it wouldn’t be a mystery anymore, would it?
There’s
one thing I do know. When my husband and
I acquired the abandoned, dilapidated structure known then as the Jockey Club,
we might not have re-named it Trail Lake Lodge.
Roadhouses,
as the once-fine Jockey Club was, have a long and storied history in
Alaska. There were to Alaska what the old stagecoach stations were to the American west, where a hungry and weary traveler could find a hot meal, a warm bed, and shelter from the storm.
How does Mad Sally’s Roadhouse
sound?
Mad Sally's Roadhouse?....sure sounds a lot more colorful than Trail Lake Lodge but probably not any livelier than. ;)
ReplyDeleteAmazing that you .. of-all-local-residents .. do not seem to have a crystal clear idea of the above legend .. Smiles from Cap and Patti ..
ReplyDeleteNobody around here has ever heard of such a thing.
DeleteI love it and want to believe it's true although I feel bad for the fellow who was attacked. It pays to veer off our beaten trails, doesn't it? You're very good at that. This is very interesting find as all mysterious findings.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful lake, I love the legend and would be great if the name was actually "Mad Sally Lake". It would bring a lot of visitors to Moose Pass.
ReplyDeleteWas planning a possible vacation to Alaska and thought I would ask if anyone has pursued "The Legend of Mad Sally Lake" to find out if there was any evidence out there to collaborate the legend. It does sound probable since Russia did own Alaska at one time. It is a beautiful lake, but of course there is not a place in Alaska that is not absolutely awe inspiring.
ReplyDeleteThe Traveler
I loved your story. My cousin and her business partner owner the lodge and sold it to be renamed “jockey club”. I hadn’t heard this story but it fits with the many others I have heard from family over the generations.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful serene area my sister name is Sally so coming from Georgia I ran across the lake interesting story
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