Last year a new TV show appeared on Discovery Channel. About ten minutes into the very first episode, Beth turns to me, and says in a VERY serious voice, "DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT!" She knew the wheels were spinning already, as to how I too, was going to run off to Alaska to mine gold.
I was instantly hooked on the show and wanted to go find it. Gold is where you find it they say. I have always been a little bit of a rock hound, relic seeker, prospector. In a very former life, I was a landscaper. Every single pottery shard I would find ended up in my pocket, saved as if it was a true treasure. Most of you reading have read about numerous trips to New Mexico to go dig turquoise with my very good friend, Tim O' Neil. The transition to gold is a very natural one.
In my last post, I talked about gold having been found in colonial times, locally to me. I have set out looking for it. This is not the first gold I have ever found. It is however the first gold I have ever panned for. Not too bad for a novice. I look forward to the leaves returning so passing cars do not notice me at work. I wouldn't want to start a gold rush.
