I wrote this poem as I'm currently suffering from winter gold fever blues:
Gold fever in winter gets bad
'Cause minin’ just ain’t to be had.
No pannin’ to do
Gets me feelin’ blue.
This fever’s sure drivin’ me mad!
So how does a miner stay sane
When f
(Alder Gulch, Virginia City Montana is where I first got bit! I wrote these lines in memory of that fateful day.)
The Alder Gulch Virus, or, Why I Chase The Gold
In days gone by, when just a lad
My sister’s spouse did somethin’ bad
A ghostly town we
Read more…Dredging River Dance; or, how to almost die dredging.
(This rather lengthy tale is about one of my dredging misadventures experienced while I was investigating what I thought was promising bedrock.)
Well, here's tale of summer's fun, more or le
