After two and a half weeks here, it is our last day, hopefully. We have been ready to leave a couple of times but our travelling companions are having a little power trouble and want to get it sorted before we cross the Nullarbor. We keep thinking that we are being kept here for a reason, and that we are meant to find the "Big One". Wishful thinking, I know, but stranger things have happened. We have heard about the boy peeing behind a tree and having a rock turn gold, and about the lame horse and the nugget found in his hoof.
We have enjoyed our stay here and are leaving with a little Gold Fever. Geoff and I managed to find 6 nuggets – about 10 grams – as well as some old bottles from days gone by, so we are happy. Erin came out prospecting with us once and got bored very quickly, I went out about 7 days and could've kept going I had so much fun. I think we have found our retirement hobby (never too soon to retire).
It is remarkable how deep some of the shafts we have seen are. I know I mentioned this in my last entry but we've seen many more and it just astounds me how deep and steep they are and how they got down into them let alone how they dug them out by hand. We are out here in winter and even though the nights are cold, the days are quite warm; we've been told that summer here can reach 50 degrees some days and with very little water around, life here must have been very hard.
