"Spelter" is, it turns out, an English-language word meaning "commercial crude smelted zinc," and the town of Spelter, West Virginia lives up to its name, or at least used to, as it produced over four billion pounds of zinc over ninety years.
The Internet says this picture of the smelter plant is from the early 2000's, and another note says that the site now is just a grassy mound, so maybe the building isn't there anymore. Dupont had to pay a lot of money to clean up the site after it was shut down in 2000 and they left piles of zinc over 50 acres. Now it has a fence around it and nothing is left, apparently. According to the article I read about it, 350 people live in Spelter now.
My walking has slowed considerably the last two days because it is too cold to take Arlo very far - he does not have a doggy coat to keep him warm - and it's not that great for me either. Today the high was 25 degrees. The next few days will get up to the low 30's, with snow expected Tuesday, then temperatures should get back to the 40's on Wednesday. And since these types of temperatures are unusual here and are expected to only last for a few days, I can just stay indoors as much as possible and wait them out.
After Spelter, I am taking the Harrison County Rail Trail toward Clarksburg and Wilsonburg, but I am not to those places yet, so I am somewhere along the trail pictured here. I assume a rail trail runs along a former railroad track, and I have hiked some of those before. They tend to be easy to walk, because trains need nice wide smooth beds to run on, and this looks like that sort of trail.
I will point out, once again, that this trail is not exactly the most direct way to get from one place to another. Google Maps says that I can walk from one end of the current trail segment to the other in less than 40 miles, but following the ADT ( I am tired of spelling it out), the segment is 84 miles long. The end result of all this meandering is that, even though I am still in West Virginia and will be for a few more weeks, if I had picked my own route, I could be halfway across Ohio by now. But we are taking our time, apparently zigzagging our way across the country, and the point is to walk, not so much to get anywhere, so this is good. Just, if you are wondering why I am still only in West Virginia, remember that the wandering trail route is holding back my apparent movement across the country.
We knew this one would take a while.