More October

More delay on a multi-year quest has been difficult to accept. But without patience more problems could’ve occurred. Instead of scratching the lense of one eye it might’ve been both. I had only been in the forest about a half hour when I brought my tired head in an arc and into a broken branch. Son of a…. Luckily it’s the prairies “where seldom is heard, a discouraging word…..” because I may have uttered a few words that only reveal ones level of education.

Add to that delay a surprisingly fast sale of a house and my forest return looked colder than previously thought. No matter, the winter scenery is spectacular and the target site undisturbed. My use of the Sierra Madre detector gave the indication I’d hoped for but in a surprising location. Perhaps treasure is harder to find because though we can garner all the facts and details, the physical search is still not so easy. Or the bars may have been stumbled upon decades ago.

The advantage of the house sale is my leaving a job in security. And sleeping nights again. A normal sleep pattern for me is vital if I ever plan to write properly again. November the fifth is my last shift at the small BC hospital and I will miss the staff to a large degree. Having never desired to put on a security company’s uniform, my acceptance by staff and visitors alike has been a great aspect in the life of a former farmer who spent most of his life with kids and animals. But another unique chapter in my life awaits.

The transfer date of the home title and physical property is the middle of November after which time a few days of rest and reflection should help to heal a sore back and sad perspective. The last decade of life at Silvercreek had been nothing less than ideal perfection, a oneness with nature in BC’s rainforest.

In about one month’s time the cold embrace of the forest might offer up the treasure of a lifetime. The next step would involve petitioning the courts for ownership so given any passage of time in that process, the warm welcome of California would feel just right. But until then, hard work and good luck are required. Stay tuned, I’m feeling better about this quest by the day.

About James

As a semi-retired senior, I researched the story of the lost gold bars of Camp McKinney. My years in agriculture allowed me to comfortably search the rugged BC forest uncovering valuable clues over the years. But I have paid a high cost for my unwavering search.
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