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Crater Of Mud!
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Crater Of Mud! Holy brain tumors, Batman! What the fuck where you thinking ? The only other time in my life I have ever been this miserably bone-cold, wet, filthy and tired is when I have to dig up the pipes in my yard. Not only that, but everyone�s bitching at me for dragging them through hell. I guess i could take solace in the fact that mud is just rainwater and diamond-bearing soil instead of my yard and leaking water or raw sewage. The morning started at 6 AM as scheduled. Everyone got up and ready without too much hassel, only to discover that the hotel�s breakfast isn�t served until 7 AM. No biggy, we waited then ate their continental breakfast. Then it�s off to the mine. On the way there ( a whole 2 miles) it started raining, and kept raining for the first few hours we were there turning the whole field into one huge 40 acre mud pit. The mud was the same 40 degrees as the wind and rain. Every step through this shoe-sucking muck was an effort in itself. Walking a hundred feet in this mess was bad enough, and we were headed about 15 acres deep into the downhill end of it all. Finally we reach a promising looking spot and I start collecting dirt. The teenagers are bored and miserable and want to do nothing but whine. I gather up a 5 gallon bucket full of dirt and cart it over to a huge puddle to sluice it out. The sluicing station is a good 10 acres away , which I�m not even going to attempt to reach through this mud. I�d be worn out before I made it. So anyway, I straddle the big puddle and bend over to work it through the screen and almost jump back up as the cold wind and rain invade my plumber�s crack. Yikes! I work it through the first screen, then the second screen. I put it in the 3rd screen, called a seruca, and sift it again. I hand the seruca to my so I can resituate myself and he starts getting excited. He thinks he found a diamond. Sure enough it looks like it could be. So we put it in a bag and keep looking. After about 2 hours of this we all want to warm up, so we pack up our stuff and head back to the Visitor Center to soak up some of their warm air. The trek back was just as cold , wet and difficult as the walk out there. After warming up, we noticed the rain had stopped and the temperature had risen to at least 50 so that renewed our spirits slightly, we decided to try another area. Off we go back across the mud, after having my shoes sucked off a dozen times I gave up and took them off, it was cold, miserable and rocky, but at least I didn�t have to fight to take each step. We worked 2 buckets of dirt in about that many hours and then called it quits. All in all we got some pretty rocks, but no diamonds. I think we had fun, but I�m still too cold and tired to know for sure. 3 cheers for fast food, hotel rooms and warm showers! "We are all worms, but i like to think of myself as a glow-worm" - Winston Churchill |
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Just throw the teens in their room with the game system and nap. So does this mean you're all not going out into the fields in the morning before trekking back to Tulsa?
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