By Robert J Hudgens
Carson scavenges through a dump heap amassed on top of a wooded mountainside clearing, just before the mouth of an abandoned bikeway. A yellow sign riddled with shotgun pellets reads: Trail Closed. The muddy grey, empty bike path runs down the slope to the “haunted” Silver Lane Tunnel. Both routes have been prohibited for years—the tunnel at the Civil War’s conclusion and the bike trail, ever since the locals turned it into cocaine candy land.