"Sorry, I do not remember the exact date. My grandparents had recently moved nearby on Rosebank Street. At that time there was little fencing or development on the western side of Pilot Knob so access was easy. There is a little valley with a small spring-fed creek on the western side of Pilot Knob, so from the western approach you have to go down and then go up, which probably made the knob seem taller than it really was. There were no trails so my grandfather and I simply hiked through the woods. Perhaps half-way up was an old abandoned house. From that point up the terrain became more steep and rocky, though nothing we couldn't handle. At the very top was a pile of enormous boulders, each bigger than a full-size van. Probably all the erode-able material had washed away over the centuries and left these giant boulders. Despite all the rocks and boulders there were still trees everywhere so we could not see anything from that height. We took a different route down, though still on the western side of the Knob. Someway along the way we encountered a bee tree which my grandfather, a beekeeper himself, decided to hit with his walking stick "to see how many bees were in ther..." — deansliger • Apr 19, 1986