Time is ever the enemy.

My apologies to any who have visited the site hoping for something new, especially in a positive results kind of way. I have visited the target site twice this spring with nothing to report except more promising areas have been firmly eliminated. I believe the problem is mostly the depth of the bullion and the changes accompanying almost one hundred and twenty years. There are no excuses to offer, only that I plan to succeed and soon. My future depends on the resolution.

Most of the last few months have found me writing and enjoying the history of New Westminster. With the greatest of luck, I rented a suitable apartment in the area where two of my daughters live that looks south over the Fraser River. A small park and one of BC’s oldest, separates my building from the river. the Albert Crescent Park happens to be where steamers docked to unload men and supplies for the 1858 gold rush. Just across the river is the start of the historic Old Yale Road that wound its way right to Yale. For those who couldn’t afford the steamer fare, you could walk along a suitable path and with luck shoot your meals as you went.

My sixth floor apartment has a great green view of the mature trees dotting the park. To the east I can view a good distance of river. Depending on air flow there is traffic ¬†and occasional rail noise yet for a chance rental, I’m very pleased. My trip to the target area is another hour plus further away yet the proximity to my girls and medical attention has been reassuring. At night I see part of the sky-train bridge and a few city lights. This was my second apartment viewing; the first had a view of a wall. While I waited a month longer for this one, it has proved suitable to my current needs.

I am eager to return to the forest where the tranquility and starry night sky filled me with wonder and optimism. My return is soon.

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. Although I have paid a high cost for my unwavering search, I have once again seen the magick and power in nature.
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