Ridgerunner Silas

Subscribe.... because the strangest things in these mountains are all a matter of record. A stone wall on a Georgia ridge that nobody has ever managed to date. A mountain that shook for four months in 1874 while the newspapers argued about whether it was a volcano. A tunnel where the company counted its dead in dozens and a study fifty years later counted 764.

I'm Silas. A ridgerunner was the man who moved liquor over the mountain after dark. That meant knowing the ground nobody else walked, the families you did not call on twice, and which roads went somewhere and which only looked like they did.

Nothing here is invented. No made-up families, no fake names, no cabin in the woods that never existed. Where a number came from someone with a reason to lie, I'll say so. The rest you can go and check yourself.