And always the Grass is Greener. By which I mean I watch the prospecting videos, read the literature, think to myself "If Only I was in Australia/Nevada/Arizona/London/Alberta...", always, always the game is elsewhere...
Somewhere in Australia a poor bloke's found no gold and is wishing he was in the Kootenays, away from the deadly spiders and venomous snakes and crocodiles...someplace easy, with shade and fresh, abundant water...
I'm well aware of the fallacy that treasure is never underfoot, when very often it is, I resist the urge to pack up, confine my explorations to an hour's drive.
Yesterday, good, a good spot, I was there before, few years ago, nothing great, but if I crossed over the creek, found a way to get to the other side, there's abundant potential. It's not as easy as it sounds, 6-8 feet wide, deep, swift current and abundant boulders, slip and things won't be so good, but I can see the potential, a good day, try it out, snipe, clean the rocks, the crevices, the moss from the boulders, fill a bucket and pan it out, I might be surprised.
For the moment, living someplace ordinary, but making my plans to improve it...