When I was a teenager in the 1960s, I walked downstream along Nice Creek. A few hundred feet above where the mill stood I found a small waterfall. At the base of the falls were several rotting logs scattered as if someone had dropped a handfull of pick-up sticks. An oldtimer later told me that a load of logs heading for the mill had fallen from one of the railroad cars and they deemed it too much trouble to recover them. Mike Clark, March 26, 2018.
Postcards and illustration from the Mike Clark collection.
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