Follows Camp Craig
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- Location
- Raleigh, North Carolina
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- Team Keene Outlaw
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- All Treasure Hunting
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Greetings to all you hunter gatherers of everything that is cool and awe inspiring.
I have been into treasure hunting since I realized what pockets were for, I became an official "rockhound" in 1978 by joining the Goddard Rock Club in Glendora Ca.
In 1983 I became part of a gold mining camp located North East of Los Angeles until its demise in 2006. (Follows Camp).
I have seen a great many things while riding on this rock, my greatest treasures ever found might as well be the wonderful people I have met along the way.
Hopefully, this is where the journey continues since we all suffer from the same affliction. Ha ha, Watching where we step, that is.
I have recently relocated to North Carolina from So. Cal. and the hardest part seems to be navigating.
I can't see NC because of all of these damn trees, and I can breathe the air but I just can't see it. Kind of makes you panic just a little.
The day after Thanksgiving I got a reprieve from putting up Christmas lights, My brother in law invited me to go on a 4x4 trip to the Uwharrie National Forrest.
We arrived at the Eldorado Outpost which is a real general store on steroids, while we were there, I noticed some sniffer bottles and vials behind the counter.
I smirked and thought, "Give me a break, there is no gold around here". I instantly had visions of some crazy gold panning trough around the corner where you could pay $5
to strike it rich while some character secretly "seeds" your pan. (Thankfully the Outpost doesn't have a panning trough).
It didn't take very long after hitting one of those dusty trails that I noticed there were river rocks stranded high above any river, and then it dawned on me.
"Holy smoke, that's alluvium and I'm in placer country"
I hate the Outpost, that place has everything!
( I will be back there next week with a list )
Obviously the prospecting bug has bitten me once again.
Craig
I have been into treasure hunting since I realized what pockets were for, I became an official "rockhound" in 1978 by joining the Goddard Rock Club in Glendora Ca.
In 1983 I became part of a gold mining camp located North East of Los Angeles until its demise in 2006. (Follows Camp).
I have seen a great many things while riding on this rock, my greatest treasures ever found might as well be the wonderful people I have met along the way.
Hopefully, this is where the journey continues since we all suffer from the same affliction. Ha ha, Watching where we step, that is.
I have recently relocated to North Carolina from So. Cal. and the hardest part seems to be navigating.
I can't see NC because of all of these damn trees, and I can breathe the air but I just can't see it. Kind of makes you panic just a little.
The day after Thanksgiving I got a reprieve from putting up Christmas lights, My brother in law invited me to go on a 4x4 trip to the Uwharrie National Forrest.
We arrived at the Eldorado Outpost which is a real general store on steroids, while we were there, I noticed some sniffer bottles and vials behind the counter.
I smirked and thought, "Give me a break, there is no gold around here". I instantly had visions of some crazy gold panning trough around the corner where you could pay $5
to strike it rich while some character secretly "seeds" your pan. (Thankfully the Outpost doesn't have a panning trough).
It didn't take very long after hitting one of those dusty trails that I noticed there were river rocks stranded high above any river, and then it dawned on me.
"Holy smoke, that's alluvium and I'm in placer country"
I hate the Outpost, that place has everything!
( I will be back there next week with a list )
Obviously the prospecting bug has bitten me once again.
Craig
