What are they? They are too hard to be lead, and are not tarnished like silver should be.

I have a slight mental disorder. It causes frequent lapses in common sense, good judgment and bouts of high fever—gold fever.

…while we were packing up, my wife called for me to help her with something, so I set the pan containing the gold down, off to the side of the parking area.

Midway into my first tank of gas I was beginning to see color in my sluicebox. Needless to say, I was excited.

As I laid in my Jeep and tried to get some rest, I began to realize how tired I was. I felt like a little kid who walked around Disneyland for 12 hours with his parents.

The sound got quiet when the fuse burned down into the clay. I waited, and waited…

With one outstretched hand grasping the bottle and the other waving at air, I moved forward feeling for the tent. No tent. No tree.