That line from Merle Travis’ “Dark as a Dungeon” struck me as our bus wound its way through the Cascade Mountain foothills above the Yakima River and Iron Horse Trail. Our tour guide, Kevin Kane of SHKS Architects had distributed the lyrics to some coal mining folk songs, when magically, musicians appeared in the back of the bus and began to play. We sang along. We were headed to the historic towns of Roslyn, and Cle Elum. Coal hasn't been mined in Roslyn since 1963, and I know little of the mining life. But I do understand that which can “seep in your soul”, and for a moment, I understood a little better the plight of those in our remaining coal towns, struggling to come to grips with the loss of a way of life.