GOLD! GOLD had been discovered in the Cariboo near a little place called Barkerville. Only 700 kilometres from our home in Penticton.
The siren call of gold could not be resisted. We packed up and hit the road.
It was the start of a long and arduous journey.
Seven long hours, crammed in an 1998 Toyota Corolla. It was mind numbing with only short stops for victuals from local Tim Hortons that we found along the way.
As we rode into town, we could see it was already crowded with tenderfoots looking to strike it rich.
The locals were abuzz with rumours about rich strikes up an down the creek.
We had to get in on the action, but needed an in. Something that would give as a hand up on the other prospectors.
Using her feminine wiles, Nonie captured the eye of the local judge. We had our in!
A romantic dinner, a show and we had our claim. We were on the way to our dreams of riches and a life of leisure.
With pan in hand, we hit the claim, as soon as the ink was dry on our deed.
GOLD Baby!
Wait a minute. We already have a life of leisure.
Do we really need those three flecks of gold we found in our pans.
Life is too short.
Let's leave prospecting to others.
With our gold fever quenched, it was time to get back to the Okanagan.
