Buddy how did your 8wk trip turn out. As for me everything has been placed on the back burner. The trailer is packed with gear waiting for me to get out. Just have not been in much of a mode to do much.
Sorry to hear that you're not up to 100% but hang in there, it'll be that much sweeter when the time comes...............
As far as my adventure goes we (my wife and I) had a great experience and as usual met some super people along the way. One couple was Jair and his wife from southern Nevada, (Jair is a fellow member here on T-net) with whom we went on a couple of prospecting adventures, metal detecting and exploring old mines and diggings around Searchlight and another trip up near Alamo Nevada to work some tailing piles using our drywashers and ore crushers. My wife and I also spent time camping and prospecting around the Gold Basin area in Arizona as well as exploring mines around Chloride Az. also while in the area we spent some time camping along the Colorado river at Bullhead city with side trips to Oatman and Needles California. Exploring Oatman was fun and my wife enjoyed feeding the Burros that roam freely all over town.
The most productive part of our adventure was while camping and prospecting on the Weaver Mining District claims near Rich Hill by Stanton Az. First we had to go into Congress to get a membership and directions to the claims. After setting up camp I decided to do some metal detecting down in a wash and had no sooner gotten started when suddenly I was attacked by some kind of bees, (hornets?) as they chased me down the wash I was getting stung while running with my arms flailing about with detector in one hand and swatting myself in the face, neck, back, and shoulders with the other. Just as the bees finally gave up the chase, all but one that is, and that one I was able to catch in my hat and throw him to the ground where I stomped the dirt trying desperately to end his life when I saw him fly away.
Not sure what the prospector thought when he saw me running onto his claim acting like a madman. But I was greeted with a friendly "Howdy, are you ok?" From him.
Turns out He had quite an operation going on exploiting an ancient river channel that he had discovered. He had been there for several months by himself and was happy to share some conversation and a cup of coffee with me. Wasn't long before he asked If I would be willing to help him dig, move boulders, feed the trommel, muck out the settling tubs, etc. for a share of the gold and needless to say I was more than happy to oblige.
There were no nuggets but the flakes were getting larger and larger the deeper we dug. The so called glory hole that we dug was about 20 feet deep when the time came for the wife and I to leave for points east. There was still a long way to go toward bedrock and I suppose he is still at work there as he was planning on staying for as long as the pay remained profitable.
Of course there is a lot more to the adventure but you get the idea. Here are a few random photos from the trip starting with the glory hole...........
Go for the gold
GG~
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