I love Lilith (2006 Toyota Tacoma 4wd). I drove all over looking for the mining claim that I was authorized to hunt on. She climbed every hill, every wash, rode over rocks like it was nothing. Finally got to where I was supposed to be (thank you phone for the GPS).
Notice that the near ground in this picture is flat, with fire pits already assembled. By December this spot will be filled with huge rvs, barking dogs, friendly people from Montana or Canada or Wyoming. I got to park here and walk just a few yards to a wash, where I was hoping to find gold.
After 4 hours of searching I found this:
A few other bits of wire. Still fun, hiking in the bottom of a tiny wash, crawling over rocks, getting stopped by vicious thorns, eyes peeled for snakes and scorpions, getting the metal detector screaming when I get the shovel (or my ring, or the screw driver) too near the detector’s head, sitting on thorny cactus, adjusting the volume on the detector over and over again. It is all about practice. And attention. I knew this spot was too close to past camp spots to have any real gold, but was so thrilled that I found the claim that I didn’t go further.
The weather was difficult. The wind picked up, blowing grit and more grit. It wore me out. I gave up after 4 hours. Drove back, stopping for a lemonade (with ice!) and a hot dog. Sweet.
The next morning the temperature had dropped and the wind picked up to gusts of 55 mph. No fun to go out. The library is open, so here I sit. Thankful, planning the next outing.