The New Italian Waiter, the one that walked out after I left, friend of the Nephews, when he found out I was moving to BC had told me that "Trout Lake" was where it was at. By which he meant it was, according to all the drunken conversations he'd had with friends, the perfect place to ride out the Armageddon.
I hummed and hawed, "Sure" I agreed, and promised to remember it for future reference.
Turns out the place would be cemented in my memory for different reasons:
Link: http://www.revelstokereview.com/news/395025051.html
Note that these are "preliminary" results, and - remember Bre-X, anyone? Anyways, it pays to take these things with a pinch of salt. But I've been up around there, panned a few flakes, it's not hopeless...