I’m reminded of the Friday swimming days when all the students of my class in the last year of primary school, would troop down to the river and change into a bathing suit behind the blackberry bushes...girls on one side, boys on the other, and jump into the swimming hole by the willows. There, glistening in the sunlight, the flecks of fools gold flowed by in the current and ran between our fingers.
Should we have been looking for gold somewhere upstream?
Heh, it's pretty in its own right, IMHO. Somewhere around here, from my childhood, there's some kind of geological sample collection, and it includes chalcopyrite.
Did a job above an old dam. The dam was supposed to have been open so we could work in the pool above the dam. I thought it would be a big deal seeing as it hadn’t been done yet. (Environmental things.)
“Oh! They didn’t tell me you wanted the water out of the pool, hold on while I open it up.”
He opened it up and all that black sand with LOTS of sparkles dropped over the edge and washed down stream. The river does hold gold, and is downstream of some deposits.