About a year ago or so, I put my status here as living in Sonora, fully intending to move there and get back to that gold fever that has coursed through my blood since I was about 3 years old. Lord knows, as well as a few others (Bud, Cecil, Joker, and on an on), that I have been saying I was going to go full time mining for years on end now. At the very least that I was going to have gold and mother nature in my life on a daily basis.
I put it all off, made excuses, tried to be responsible, had relationship problems, and a myriad of other things put me off this path, even if in my heart this is what I knew I wanted to do. I just can't put it off any longer. Italian bar is in my blood. I love this place. Night after night I just can't wait to get back. Its because only the mere visions of that place in my mind's eye brings back warmth to my heart and happy memories in my soul. My only regret thus far I think has been that I have not been as involved as I should have in years past but I learned what it was that I was suppose to learn and now I turn my attention to what my heart has longed for. The great outdoors calls. All I can hear over and over again is the old Buzzard repeating those same phrases about being out in God's Country. I can hear him so clearly it is eerie. Those words are so right and so true. A phrase ahead of its time, or perhaps of the time but no words truer than now. A phrase so simple yet so powerful. I don't know if I ever met him, I was only 3 way back in the 70's when this all started for me, but I can never thank him enough.
Its scary and its tough to leave my own little slice of the American dream of owning one's own house. I just can't do it anymore. The more I try to make this the life for me, the more I am shown that I am walking the wrong path. No matter what I do or how stubborn I have been to keep this place over the last 8 months, I have to face the fact that this is not my path. I must move on. I'll be selling this place in South Dakota, the land known to the likes of (and not all too far from), Laura Ingalls Wilder. I must follow my own dreams now and pass this one on to someone else more deserving. Gold country, my beloved gold country... here I come.
