Adam’s condition had been deteriorating every step of the way. At times, I could only coax him ten or twenty feet before he laid down again. He refused to eat or drink. At this point, I realized we might not get out of the canyon by dark and might need help getting Adam out at all.

Within five minutes there were nine brook trout hanging around, feeding on nymphs I was stirring up. They were having a field day, sometimes getting within inches of my mask. It was almost like they were begging for more food.

From our precious metals point of view, I would note that if the production of these metals fails to meet demand, prices will likely rise, perhaps very smartly, thereby fueling additional increments of future inflation.