Hunting for Gold
The first chore was setting up the camp. I am very happy with the nylon tarp. It held up very well in the gusty wind and rain.
Every morning for 10 days I drove to what I thought was the closest place to begin the “easy hike” to the claim area. That little white mark is Lilith.
The ground, once I got down to the river level, was little hills and valleys of the old river bed. Covered with mossy round rocks and over-my-head tall, scratchy bushes with occasional paths that would dead end.
My arms were worse. Face isn’t too bad. Nothing really hurt, I was too excited to find gold.
After several days of struggle in the scratchy bushes jungle I figured that it couldn’t be the “easy hike”, so I tried walking up the Dolores River to the site.
Hours of sliding over mossy round rocks was not as much fun as I thought it would be. The water is very cold. But I would stop several times to pan for gold, in someone else’s claim.
Every day for 10 days I would return to the truck and drive back to the campsite, exhausted, shaky, bloody, bruised and excited to start again the next day. I never made it to the claim. BUT … I may have just found a new way to get there. I just have to crawl over the highway fence. Stay tuned.
I did find a little bit of “flour” gold and a tiny flake of what may be gold or pyrite. And still love the process.