My family left my daughter and me trapped in an abandoned mine—then her whispered warning revealed what my brother had said before we fell

truck through the trees. Richard’s SUV was parked alongside it.

My phone had a six percent battery.

Still no service.

The nearest active section of Silver Creek was the historical museum, over two miles downhill. The tourist area had closed early because it was Monday, which explained why nobody had heard us.

We could not use the main road.

Daniel would continue reading …