Thought for the day: All the gold which is under or upon the earth is not enough to give in exchange for virtue. [Plato]
Did you know there was a gold rush in Georgia... even before the more famous one in California? Yep, the story has it that a fella named Benjamin Sparks stubbed his poor widdle toe on a dastardly rock in Dahlonega, Georgia, in 1828, and after examining that nasty nugget, he decided it wasn't so dastardly, after all. By golly, that rock was gold! Funny thing is, another fella in North Carolina found gold on his property a couple years earlier, but the big difference? He kept his yap shut. Sparks, on the other hand, talked about it. A lot. So, no gold rush in Carolina, and a BIG rush in Georgia. And even today... There's gold in them there hills!
The first mine we visited was Crisson. (And YES, we panned for gems, too! I'll tell y'all about that in another post.)
So, did we strike gold? Of COURSE we did! Sheesh. Wanta see?
See it? No???
Okay, here, try again...
Look reeeeeally close!
See it NOW??? Then, again, I COULD tell ya the following picture shows the gold I got in Dahlonega...
(And indeed, it DOES!)
Okay, so technically, I bought it in the gift shop. Tough. I did GET it in Dahlonega, right?
We BOTH wore hard hats to tour the Consolidated Gold Mine. Totally cool. Literally. The temperature was about sixty degrees... and damp. LOTS of fun, though. I'll tell you more about it, and about panning for gems... later.
For now, it's time for me to shut up. After all, as they say, silence is... golden.
Until next time, take care of yourselves. And each other.
P.S. Smarticus and I are going to a hamfest tomorrow, but later in the day, our cats will help draw the winner's name for that signed copy of my book. We'll notify the winner this weekend, and will announce the name on Tuesday. Good luck!