Opal Caverns

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Thirsty, rowdy patrons--trappers and traders mostly, some prospectors, rustlers and random cut-throats out of the foothills, all called the giant elk's head that hung on the wall, Piney-Mite in reverence to the outpost's larger-than-life owner, "Pine Top", a giant man of legend--run-away slave who stopped running here, in the middle of nowhere, to establish himself and his famous wilderness oasis, trading-post, whiskey bar, bath house with  rooms to let--a piano that played day and night, as did beer sloshing and brawling, until, as it's told--it all ended in a tragic fire. Not a trace was left. About 170 years ago, now. 

But to this day, if you venture out there--in the middle of nowhere--on a full moon night, you might just meet up with two very agitated spirits. 

Locals say you're wise to keep your distance--and don’t dare try to play that piano.