Well we can't compete with Roxydog's finds but then who can....
The date has been set.if all goes well Mrs M gets her new hip on 6th March.
The most important thing now is to keep her well, no cuts or scratches, no illness and certainly no falls. In other words mothball her for a short while. Weve already taken the trip to Geraldton for the pre-op and all that kerfuffle that they go through before an operation. The hospital has given her a raised chair, raised toilet seat, shower chair and all those things you need to just feel like youre getting old.
We bought a cheap house in Geraldton to have somewhere to stay before, during and after the operation. I mean real cheap, its ex-housing commission and the windows are boarded up. It looks so bad nobody else wanted it so the price was right.
It serves two purposes. Firstly, we have accommodation because the hospital is 500km from home and then its kept her physically busy and kept our minds off the potential problems ahead. Then of course Im going to need something to keep me busy while shes tied up. Well, I guess theyll tie her up, how else are they going to keep her in one place for a week or so?
Mrs M is bored already, too sick from the drugs a lot of the time and too sore to do all those things that shes used to. Were in the new house trying to make it livable but yesterday she suggested we head back to Cue for a few days until she has to be in the hospital. I didnt like the idea because while were here were ready. If we leave it to the last minute to arrive anything could go wrong.
The first thing I did was check on the weather forecast, 45C in Cue. Not my choice of place to be when I have a beautiful sea breeze here in Geraldton. However shes bored, itching to get out and needing to scratch that itch.
I thought I had talked her into hanging around for just one more week but that didnt stop her mind from wandering. The next thing I heard was What are you doing about that 40e permit? Are we going to get to use it before it runs out? Well, what could I say, I really wanted another chance to get to that spot I had lined up.
Before long we were throwing odds and ends into the van and heading for the goldfields. The weather forecast for the area was looking good and I had at least packed a couple of detectors for myself. All I had for Mrs M was her boots. She used one of my shirts, the SDC2300 I brought for myself and a cheap little sling. Her harness, pick, spade, radio, PLB and everything else was left in Cue. You dont need those things when youre heading off to hospital. or so I thought.
We got started about five hours before Mrs Ms usual time to rise and arrived on the patch well before she really woke up. She sat there, in the WA desert in the middle of summer, eating her breakfast while all rugged up in a jumper. However, shortly after she was showing off the first gold nugget in the soup ladle.
From there on it only got better. I got a couple of sun-bakers about a half a gram each and then Mrs M uncovered a nice 2g nugget closely followed by another gram. By the time the day warmed up to the point where we decided it was time for our midday nap we had better than 8g of gold. That mightn't sound like much but considering we were in a new location with very little planning we were really happy.
I had previously started detecting higher up the hill but the scraps of rusty steel and nails drove me away. Mrs M was working further down the hill and seeing the amount of yellow pegs she had laid out for me to dig I decided that perhaps I was too hasty in abandoning the higher ground.
After the sun dropped enough for us to go back out I tried again in the dirty ground up near an old mine. I got lucky. Right at the base of an old mullock heap I dug a hole deep into the undisturbed clay below the rust and nails. As soon as I struck that clay layer I started to feel a bit more confident that I was onto something good. Before long we were in possession of our second largest chunk of gold, a nice 32.2g piece.
We had intended to work on into the night but after such a good day we decided to settle down early with the plan to get an early start in the morning. I continued to dig rust and nails in the morning but Mrs M continued on dropping little yellow pegs amongst the rocks.
After Id had enough of the rubbish I went to see how my prospecting partner was getting on. She already had a few nuggets rattling about in her bottle and another six pegs set out for me to dig. From those six pegs we got eight nuggets and one tiny piece of curly wire. I wish I could have had odds like that.
We left when the temperature started to rise after morning tea and arrived home early in the afternoon with better than 40g of gold. It has to have been one of our best trips yet considering the time spent, the lack of preparation and the final result.
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