It's official. Cabin fever has officially set in. My mind is increasingly wrapped up in thoughts of gold, of mountain streams, rocky canyons and tricky descents into the same. At the Salem Gold Show this weekend one of the vendors dropped 7.5 ozt of fine gold on the floor, and while I felt terrible for them and hoped they could recover it all, part of me spied that jagged crack in the concrete floor under the pile of pretty pretty gold and thought about coming back with some crevicing tools.
I know I won't be able to get out much this season, so how best can I maximize the time I do get? Do I stay local and move some serious material with the dredge? Should I take a highbanker down to the claims and work the old camp site? Or should I load up a pack, a small sluice and some basics and head into the wilderness? No chance my wife will let me get away with all three... Or is there...?
I'll just have to do some more detecting close to home to help scratch the itch. Maybe a little silver will help ease the craving for gold. Digging is digging, right? Or should I slip over to the empty lot next door, where Klondike Kate used to live with her stash of Yukon gold?
The mind wanders. There are so many possibilities and so little time in the day. Why isn't retirement at age 45, or even 40? Who says I can't make it happen early? Who says I have to retire to enjoy more leisure time?
For those of you in the same situation, I feel for you, but at least you can stop wondering. It's official. Cabin fever has indeed set in...