Mono Lake, California by Kathy Alexander.
The Lost Cement Mine is a legendary gold vein situated in the eastern Sierra Nevada of California.
In 1857, two German men traveling by a California-bound wagon train left the rest of the group and headed out on their own. Winding up in the Mono Lake region of central California, one of the men would later describe the area as “the burnt country.” While crossing the Sierra Nevada near the Owens River’s headwaters, they sat down to rest near a stream. Here, they noticed a curious-looking rock ledge of red lava filled with what appeared to be pure lumps of gold “cemented” together, hence, the name.
The ledge was so loaded with the ore that one of the men didn’t believe it to be real, laughing at the other as he pounded away about ten pounds of the ore to take with him. The believer drew a map of the location, and the two continued their journey. Along the way, the disbeliever died, and the gold-laden traveler tossed the majority of the samples. After crossing the mountains, he followed the San Joaquin River to the mining camp of Millerton, California. During his journey, the German had become ill and soon went to San Francisco for treatment. He was diagnosed and cared for by Dr. Randall, who told the man he was terminally ill with consumption (tuberculosis). With no money to pay the doctor and too ill to return to the treasure, he paid his caretaker with the ore, the map he had drawn, and provided him with a detailed description.
Dr. Randall shared this knowledge with a few of his friends, and together they arrived at old Monoville in the spring of 1861. Engaging additional men to help, Randall’s group began to prospect on a quarter-section of land called Pumice Flat. Thought to have been some eight miles north of Mammoth Canyon, the 120 acres were near what became known as Whiteman’s Camp.
Word spread quickly, and before long, miners flooded the area hunting for the gold-laden red “cement.” One story tells that two of Dr. Randall’s party had, in fact, found the “Cement Mine,” taking several thousand dollars from the ledge. Unfortunately for those two men, the area was rife with the Owens Valley Indian War, which began in 1861.
San Joaquin River, California
The Paiute Indians, who had heretofore been generally peaceful, balked at the large numbers of prospectors who had invaded their lands. The two miners who had allegedly found the lost ledge were killed by the Indians before they were able to tell of its location.
Though the “cement” outcropping was never found, the many prospectors who flooded the eastern Sierra did find gold, resulting in mining camps such as Dogtown, Mammoth City, Lundy Canyon, Bodie, and many others.
The lost lode is said to lie somewhere in the dense woods near the Sierra Mountains headwaters of the San Joaquin River’s middle fork.
©Kathy Alexander/Legends of America, updated March 2026.
Reader’s Story (Submitted October 2023):
In 1958 or 59, my dad talked to a friend of his about a lost gold mine up around Mono Lake. I remember him telling the story of the two dead miners and the gold they had found. What I remember is my dad making up a bed in the back of his truck of a down feather pad, a sleeping bag, and a pillow, putting our dog and me in it, and talking off for the mountains with his friend riding shotgun!
It was early morning when he woke me sun just coming up. We hiked for hours, then my dad started yelling that he found it! The creek was more of a brook, but it did have a cement bed here and there. As for red, I don’t remember that, and I don’t know if I knew about it. A while later, we found a large cave dug out of the hillside. I remember it was a bitch to get to because of all the brush that had grown up around it.
My dad found a small bottle of mercury and about a golf ball’s worth of gold. We had to leave as we still had a long hike back to the truck. Some time later, we went back with the idea of cutting a 4×4 trail to the cave. Dad’s friend was in front of the truck, cutting brush with a double-bladed ax, when it popped back and smacked him in the forehead. I remember a bunch of blood and not much more. Some time later, two suits came to the house and had a private conversation with my dad. They left with the gold, and nothing was ever spoken of the mine again. That’s what I remember I was 8 or 9 I’m 73 now I was surprised by your article. Just thought I’d tell you my tale.
David Cooper, October 2023.
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