Did I Mention the Junk?
Day eight: sunshine at last, back to the scene of the crime, the last pharmacy for 1,666 kilometres, and a junk tub that is doing extremely well.
Day eight: sunshine at last, back to the scene of the crime, the last pharmacy for 1,666 kilometres, and a junk tub that is doing extremely well.
Day seven: a road sign pointing the wrong way, new ground I couldn’t read, a hole full of nothing, and a storm that put the drying clock back to zero.
Day five: rain, an aimless drive, and an awning I had never put up. Day six: a gully I had been told to stay out of, a target I was sure was rubbish, and the first piece of gold — which I threw away before I found it.
Day four: soaking and fed up, then a bloke called Terry, a salt flat, one piece of fence wire, and the best day since I got here.
Day three, and the goldfields are under water. A washed-out day in Leonora: paperwork on the veranda, lunch in Herbert Hoover’s house, and a proper English sulk.
Day one of the course with Goldtalk Leonora: four minutes of paperwork, quartz with rust through it, a screaming detector, and a small bottle of gold my machine could not hear.
Kalgoorlie to Leonora by Prado: a black-and-white tavern, bacon by the roadside, a dam guarding a puddle, and a future president’s house. The last day of never having swung a detector.
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All ideas and no gear — until two parcels turned up. My honest take on the gold prospecting gear I bought for a first trip to Leonora, and what I got wrong.
I’ll be honest: AI and I got off to a rocky start. I loved the idea of it — something clever enough to take the boring half of a job off my hands while I got on with the interesting bits. What I usually got back was a confident answer that was confidently wrong. Loved
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Post 02 — The Route In. From a holiday in Kalgoorlie to ready to swing a detector: the route in.