Nature Heals

In the absence of Mankind wrecking the Earth, Mother Nature can move in and quickly hide the wounds. A classic example of the boom and bust of human greed and the reclamation by Her Graciousness is illustrated in the brief history of one horrible place called Volcano, West Virginia.

The town was founded on the abundant oil fields that once lay beneath the crust here. An enterprising capitalist bought up the land and began to drill for oil. Rail lines came in and soon the place was thriving. Of course the land was raped in the way that only the oil industry can commit such a crime. The town burned down not once, but twice. The first time it burned the community recovered, but the last time was it. There just wasn't enough oil remaining under the soil for any effort to be made to preserve and rebuild, and so Volcano was left to die. Which it quickly did.

Many people wring their hands over the destruction that Mankind has wrought on the natural world. And this worry is for good reason. But most of these people think that when we're done, and when we're gone, there will be no way for Nature to repair the damage.

But when we're done, and when we've killed ourselves off (which we assuredly will do), then the forests will move quickly in. Vegetation and rot and rust and rain and gravity and wind will soon scrub away all sign that we were even here.

If you don't believe me, walk the woods where once a thriving town and booming oil industry stood in a spot called Volcano, West Virginia.

Hotel, Volcano, WV.

Power Station, Volcano WV.

Interior of the power station.

Town Hall, Volcano

Residences and oil derricks.

Homes, including that of one physician.

Part of the old downtown Volcano.

This was once a thriving city. Unless you look for the hidden details, you can't tell that there were once rail stations, oil wells, opera houses, grocery stores, general stores, doctor's offices, banks, barber shops, schools, churches, mansions, and thriving neighborhoods on this land reclaimed now by the forests.

Here and there, you can see foundations and even the remains of rock-walled rooms.

To see what's left of this house, the mansion where the town's richest man once lived, see the photo below.

Here is just about all that remains of the mansion where the oil tycoon who founded the town once made his home. Later, it was sold to some suckers who were told they could make it into a hotel and turn a profit. That's hard to do when the railroad pulls out (taking even the rails with them) and 99%of the population vanishes into the hills. Later, hobos used it to take shelter, eventually burning it down (seemingly the fate of all buildings).

The Day We Found Cairo

These are photos that I took the day we found Cairo.

The morning that we found Cairo we got up to discover this early morning rainbow hanging over the park. Soon after it began to rain buckets.

Deciding to go for a drive, we stopped in the tiny village of Cairo. There's only a very small downtown area with a few stores and this building, which was once a bank for dealing with the large amounts of cash from the now-depleted oil fields that once lay beneath this area.

This is the visitors center in a County Park. This has to be one of the nicest county parks I've ever seen. It's huge and straddles the thousands of acres that was once the city of Volcano and the oil fields there. Now it's forests and canyons and streams. It was in this building where we met the woman who had found the abandoned kittens outside in the rain.

The geese were warning me not to go in. "Quack! Honk! Don't go in! Kittens inside! Warning!" I didn't listen.

Argh! Suckered by the cutie pie!