Hi Don / Gillian.
When my folks came out to whitehorse I took them out to Black Mike's gold mine. As a side line to bold mine he would let tourists pan for gold. They got a pan and a sack of dirt and sluiced it. It was already loaded with gold but to see my Dads face when it was there in his pan was priceless. My mum didn't find any as she washed hers away.
They bought bags of dirt and pans off Mike and when they came back to England had a Klondike party. Everyone had to come dressed in costume and they had a tin bath in the livingroom to pan for gold with the dirt from Black Mike's.
They said they had a great time.
Love to all
Daz
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My family are like stars in the night sky of my life.
Always there at the end of the day.
The light of their love forever constant as the Northern star.
Safely guiding me home.
Dreams are the realities of tomorrow.
Everyone is in tune with the spirits of their ancestors. Unfortunately some are tone deaf.
Copyright. Daz.2008.