Back, now, finally.
A hundred pages of notes, photos, scattered, new job in construction, outdoors and worse hours (I never thought this possible, but they accepted my terms - that I'd be leaving in the spring, and so now I must accept theirs...), a small room in a smaller house.
The adventures, I will add them here as I find time, for the next few weeks unfolding this blog will be a bit of a puzzle to assemble events into their proper order, but if you're that curious you'll figure it out.
I'll catch you up in brief upon the summers misadventures, the rain and snow and swollen rivers, the hillbillies with their quotes from Ezekiel, the countless "no trespassing" signs, the hours driving from the Tulameen to Cypress Hills, Edmonton to Pincer Creek, gold, finally, in quantities that will require better equipment than I possessed, not failure just yet but a winter to recover finances and find new prospects, equipment, keep warm. The months of August and the slight beginnings of September spent homeless and upon the road, a new car, better car, my car, a new place, smaller but temporary, and many thanks to those who lent me their sofas.
Eventually it will all make sense.