A little ghost findings near Frank Slide

I love to ATV. Quading especially. I usually reside in Colman where my Aunt has a summer home. Well actually, its a live in trailer. Anyway...Colman is South West of Calgary, near Crowsnest Pass, and the famous Frank Slide. For thoes of you that dont know very much about Canadian history, the Crowsnest Pass and surrounding areas, have a very rich history for Hauntings. For instance, there was a number of people that have went missing looking for the "Lost Lemon Mine." It is called that because the first person to go missing when this mine was found in like 1883, his name was something like Benjamine Lemon. Anyone who went looking for the mine had dissapeared. There was also a very known rock slide that occured on the top of a mountain. It crushed and entire town under thousands of tonnes of rock and boulder. The town that was crushed was named Frank. Anyway, to get back to my story, there is some many hauntings in this area that you are suprised if you dont have a little scare yourself. While I was going up and around a mountain, In Colman, a town really close to Frank Slide, I saw ahead of me that the path I was following was getting awfully thin and narrow, so I decided to back track and go down another path. As I was turning around I could see someone in the field across from me, but I could only see a little bit through the mud spots on the eye cover for my helmet. Once I lifted my eye shield, I saw nothing but bushes and tree's. So I continued my journey, hauling in at about 50 mph, and I decided to jump this really deep puddle up ahead. So I went for it, once I landed I took a little break. While I was pulling my sandwhich out of my cooler, I could hear a couple of people talking. Now this was really wierd beacuse, I never heard any other ATV'S and you cant just walk and climb to get where I was. Of course I can talk all big when it comes to ghosts. I love Ghosthunting, I love the thrill. But sometimes, I turn into the biggest chicken you'll ever meet. Especially when I'm alone. And I was alone. Now, there are little streams everywhere in the mountains in Canada, so I wasn't suprised to hear the men talking about the streams, what I was suprised to hear, was the sound of their "gold Trays" dangling from their dufflebags. I had remembered the sound from the olf films that the teachers here would make us watch about Canadaian history. It's very distinctive. Almost like the sound of a cheaply made instrument. Anyway, you wouldn't hear that sound in 1998, so I was frozen. I never stayed long enough to see anything, but hearing it was enough anyway. The only reason that I was scared was because this meant that these could be, or were, ghosts. Who carries around a "gold Tray?" They were for settlers. They could have been ghosts from the Lemon Mine, or Frank Slide, or the Crowsnest Pass. Geeze. EXPOSED

It didnt really, but I dont go on the mountain alone anymore.