I'm sorry to take so long in posting - I went on vacation and then fell ill.
Anyway, my favorite "ghost on a mountain" story comes from Ohio. It has plenty of the traditional tropes, but was told to the collector by the person who lived it.
The teller and a friend were hiking in the Appalachian Mountains. The day had been warm, so they had dressed appropriately. When night fell, they realized that they were lost and so, rather than take chances in the dark, they decided to camp for the night in a convinient clearing. They gathered up some firewood and settled in.
As the two men sat about, they saw a shadow moving about in the woods in front of them. Eventually it turned out to be a large man with a large armful of firewood. For the next hour or so, the man went back and forth from the woods to their woodpile and back again, then disappeared into the trees.
Not long afterwards, the night turned terribly cold. The two men were not dressed for this and huddled next to the fire - and thanks to the man's wood gathering, had exactly enough wood to last the night. In the morning they looked for footprints and found none. They later learned that several other campers and hikers had similar experiences in that area without explanation.