This weekend I travelled to Kilkivan, braving the weather, secretly hoping it wasn’t going to rain as much as was predicted. No such luck. It wasn’t like anybody was looking for a lifeboat, but it was wet and miserable.
I arrived on Friday afternoon and put the tent up in the dark. Axeman and Bill were all ready there, and happily offered encouragement. An invite to the camp ground managers house for drinks and food was happily accepted. The rain got steadily heavier all night.
Saturday morning, still raining. There is a perfectly good creek, just up the road, full of gold waiting to be dug up. Bit of rain never hurt anyone. ( I’m so sick right now. )
Working in the creek soon turned into working in a sauna, a combination of being damp from the rain and increasing humidity. I spent the morning cleaning the bedrock in the hole, running only the material right on top of the bedrock. I spent a lot of time bailing out water as well.
The Lost Irishman No.2 Shaft, seems to be coming along very nicely. A mandatory lunch break was had at 1 pm, when the heavens opened and everybody took cover.
After the rain had eased off a bit, we ventured out again, finding the creek had risen about 100mm from the 20 minute down pour. I was able to shovel gravel straight into the sluice and it would wash clear in under ten seconds.
It’s always nice to see gold in the sluice, but it looks better with something for scale, 5 and 10 cent coins seem to be the same size all over the world. A couple of new Queensland Prospecting Club members arrived on the scene and made introductions. After chatting for a while and offering advice, it was time for me to pack up.
I had enough for the day and went back to the camp ground. Stopping only to talk to the locals.
It continued to rain for the rest of the day and night, come Sunday morning, I was over the weather, packed my stuff and was on my way home by 7.30am.
Thanks for reading. Get out there, do something.