And, while day tripping at the CO-OP I spotted these:

I mean, I might be day-tripping but the daughter is laughing as well, a buck for a gold-foil wrapped potato. This is absurd. This is man-shopping, too lazy and stupid to buy a bag of potatoes someone out in a hurry to get the barbecue going buys these, the gilded foil must be to elevate them above the status of regular foil-wrapped potatoes, justifying the 4, 5, 10-fold increase in price. And the plastic bag with a potato in it is proof there's no overestimating human stupidity...

Membership pays? Who?

So a few new spots discovered off prospecting - First one, Zincton - somewhere on the way between Kaslo and New Denver, had spotted the old mines from the highway and stopped to investigate. Some great pieces of fools gold, and mysterious - small - emerald green crystals, which I need to have identified - too small for gems, but the color is good and if they prove to be - well, anything, I'll go back and collect a bunch and look for bigger. Forgot to take pictures, sorry...

ZINCTON:

Yes, yes, there's an obvious selfie there that I've overlooked. I'm sorry. But I think you realize why I might not have gotten it...

The other couple of expeditions, one to the south of the province, scraping bedrock high above the river, a grey day so no idea what's in the pan yet, that will be panned out tomorrow. No nuggets, clearly, but there was the promise of...

And finally, up past the bear meadows, a rock formation that had intrigued me, some large crystals in it that resembled biotite Mica but with a more grossular texture. Taking it in for identification it proves to be Lamproite - a host for diamonds. So - next day off, back to the bear meadows to break open a few hundred rocks and see if this particular pipe has any potential. And no pictures of the specimens there either, I need to be a little more thoughtful about documenting my finds...

 

Last week, 3 in a row off, not going to Calgary, off to do some prospecting...

First stop the Valley of No Diamonds. It wasn't supposed to be that, but I'd never been and this is exactly how it panned out. That's a prospecting phrase.

The Valley, wide, the mountain peaks apparently ornamented with Kimberlites but in this valley, wide and unending, there's nothing but limestone cobbles. Boring. Pan after pan after pan, not even a piece of quartz to lend some sparkle, raise false hopes, no indicator minerals to show you you're on the right track, not a hint of garnet, chromite, no heavy igneous rocks, nothing, smoothed limestone river cobbles, pebbles, sand, is all.

The next day, Wild Horse Creek, near Cranbrook, sight of a few gold rushes and home to some large nuggets. A large nugget would be good, the daughter wished for one as her graduation present, who wouldn't? And so this was for her.

And, pan after pan, hour after hour, the river gravels so large that it's hard to get a shovel in, to get a pan full, but nothing's perfect, and while I'm possessed of incredible optimism I know that every square inch of this public claim (Fisherville) has been worked time and time again...

A few flakes, some platinum, which I'd heard rumored was on the creek and now I had proof, and a nugget, heavy, black, nugget of what? I'll have to do some research.

(Couple of samples of quartz, the great indicators for chunky gold. Gonna have to crush these up and see what comes out...)

The final day off, closer to Nelson, an old mine adit I'd found, a small entrance, sloping down at 45 degrees, crouched, creeping inside...

...and perhaps 3 meters in the floor drops away, the light, shining on the far wall, from my angle I can't see the bottom, 100 feet at least, the vein has been mined straight down into the earth and the edge of the abyss is far too precarious to venture any closer, a short exploration then wander outside above, a very promising geology...

Finally, today it's done. "I did it", but it wasn't just me, I had a lot of help from the daughter. It would have been easy had it been anyone else's shit, mine own, it stinks.

I'll say it again. She's a trooper.

That said - Empty Locker, VERY FULL APARTMENT - and only a couple of days to downsize it all. It won't all go, I'm sure, but I have to take the photos, try, at least, always, try...

A lot of shit sold and I don't have the merchant heart I thought I did, in the end it just wore me down, but it persuaded me, for sure, not to go buying any more shit. Not that it would fit...