Gold is where you find it.

This is my spot.

And nobody better touch it.

Except, of course, the Prospector, who helps me dig, as we try to find the illusive Mother Lode.

It's here somewhere. We just have to move some rocks, classify and pan our little hearts out.

Yea, it was a busy day yesterday.


OK. We didn't move this much rock. It was already there. Dug out for a pond on private property.  But we would have if we could have.Where's a dredge when you need one? Ask a lawyer in the city. Ask the state of California who put a stop to dredging operations... big or small.
 Don't argue with me on this one. We are fighting the good fight.