A hiking pole that had seen me up and out of the bottom of the Grand Canyon did not survive my trek to Olga Little Mountain. The lowest segment bent as I braced against it to avoid toppling off the ridge. With scratches on both forearms and blood caked on one wrist, and if my hiking partner, Steve, and my dog had not been so far ahead of me, I might have called off the hike. We could have headed back to Kennebec Pass for my parked truck, cheese, crackers and beer. But with my hiking buddy and my black pup out of hearing, I had to keep going. I quit complaining to myself when I thought of Olga\u2019s stamina and her pluck.<\/p>\n
Before she turned 20, Olga Schaaf began as a burro-packer. Frank Rivers of the Ruby Mine knew her as an expert horsewoman. He asked her to take a string of loaded burros into his mine. \u201cI can\u2019t. I don\u2019t know a thing about packing,\u201d she told him.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll pack the animals,\u201d Rivers said. \u201cSurely, you can lead them to the mine.\u201d Olga\u2019s family were hardworking pioneers and quick cash from a short job was not to be turned down. She led the burros, got to the mine at dark and discovered no sleeping accommodations for women. She was not bunking with male miners. She stayed up all night and left at dawn.<\/p>\n
Then, John Ball, superintendent of the Neglected Mine high up Junction Creek, asked her to take a load of ore to the American Smelting and Refining Plant in Durango, now the site of the Dog Park by the Animas River. Olga Schaaf agreed, and her career began. She married miner Bill Little in 1913.<\/p>\n
Olga became a legend in the La Platas. She took her string of 20 burros into every mine on every bench, most at 11,000 feet. She packed into the Mountain Meadow, Texas Chief, Non-Pariel, Small Hopes, Cumberland, Lewis Mt. Mining & Milling, Gold King, Lucky Four, Tomahawk, Durango Girl, Lucky Moon, Monarch, May Day, Ten Broeck and the Oro Fino. At only 5-foot-4 and 138 pounds, she loaded burros by hand-lifting three 70-pound packs \u2013 one on each side and one on top, delicately balanced and tightly tied with a double diamond hitch. On her return trips, she carried between 80- and 125-pound sacks of ore.<\/p>\n Olga packed in lumber, cement, coal, rails for mine tracks, cook stoves, heating stoves, ammunition, tobacco, mail, medicine and food. She packed out valuable ore concentrates worth as much as $5,000 a load. She charged $20 a ton for hauling freight and could pack a ton on 10 burros. Olga\u2019s secret was simple \u2013 she trusted her burros and they trusted her. Unlike other packers, she never whipped or cussed her critters. A writer for True West Magazine said, \u201cDressed in men\u2019s clothing to withstand the rigors of mountain life, full of good humor, unlike her fellow pack-train drivers, (she) never spoke a cuss word in her life.\u201d<\/p>\n Clambering up Olga Little Mountain, I wasn\u2019t cussing either, but I came damn close. At least Olga kept to trails. Here I was, scrambling over loose rock, fallen trees and low branches that whacked me in the head more than once. But I wasn\u2019t carrying dynamite. Often, she was.<\/p>\n Imagine the difficulty of packing into remote mines in winter with vitally needed food, supplies and wooden boxes of dynamite. Once, over a cliff, she lost three burros, each loaded with TNT. The burros died, but luckily when she checked on them, the dynamite did not explode.<\/p>\n \u201cLots of people thought my job was awful, but I never gave it a thought. There\u2019s nothing dangerous about it,\u201d she told the Rocky Mountain News on July 4, 1947.<\/p>\n We made it to the summit of Olga Little Mountain. The blue lines of other ridges stretched below us, obscured by smoke from the 416 Fire to the east, which had just begun. I took off my pack to feel the breeze and walk atop the small grassy knoll named in her honor. Not many people had been there. No cairn. Just a small glass jar with a rusted lid and a tiny spiral notebook. We summited on June 2, 2018. The last entry in the notebook had been two years before when elk hunters had topped the ridge on Sept. 18, 2016. Few folks make that hard climb. Hunters, mostly.<\/p>\n As we turned to go, I thought of Olga\u2019s most famous story, the tale of this small, whipcord strong woman, 29 years old, saving 17 men at the Neglected Mine in winter 1912. There was 10 feet of snow on the ground, and men and burros had only oatmeal to eat. She needed to get them to safety at Transfer Camp, seven miles away. Olga tied everyone together, and she and her eight burros packed the trail as the freezing miners, not used to the winter weather Olga endured daily, trudged along in a snowstorm. They left at 7:30 a.m. and arrived at 11 p.m. Some with frostbite. All alive.<\/p>\n For that long, brutal 30-degrees-below-zero day, she went back and forth, encouraging the men, keeping them on their feet, moving them forward to safety. Olga Little saved their lives in dangerous terrain. Here I was descending Olga Little Mountain, caught again in the alders and willows so thick I let my little pup fend for herself.<\/p>\n Finally, I made it to the edge and looked down on the Colorado Trail, an old segment Olga might have used. I\u2019d lost my dog. I blew two sharp calls on a plastic whistle. I saw little Josie across the canyon, a 23-pound black streak wearing a green harness and tearing after fat, lazy marmots that easily eluded her. Taking her own sweet time, she came back and we rendezvoused with Steve and his Lab.<\/p>\n We hiked back to Kennebec Pass. We left in the morning, but by noon on a summer\u2019s day, it looked like a used car lot. Trucks everywhere. Hikers, climbers, trail runners, plenty of tourists, but not a single miner. The mining legacy of La Plata Canyon and the role of Olga Little is all but forgotten in the 21st century. The landscape of a working West is now just scenery.<\/p>\n It\u2019s a tough climb to the top of Olga Little Mountain, but maybe I\u2019ll go back. There needs to be a small ammo can or a sealed container placed on the summit with information about Olga, her career and her role in La Plata County and Colorado history.<\/p>\n In 1981, Donald J. Orth, executive secretary for the U.S. Board of Geographic Names, wrote, \u201cI may be wrong, but I don\u2019t think there is a feature in the country named for a woman muleskinner. If proposed, I hope the name will be an interesting one.\u201d Two years later, an unnamed La Plata peak became Olga Little Mountain. That was 25 years ago. Now, it\u2019s time to put information about Olga Little up on the peak that bears her name. Who wants to help when the smoke clears and the rains return?<\/p>\n