I'm afraid to go outside for fear of drowning.
Good day for us cats to hang out inside and conserve energy.
I suppose this is a good day to do some housework, time to pull some stuff down and dust my junk. I often say the biggest packrat around here lives inside the cabin.
I have always liked my 'stuff'.
Sometimes I get to admiring and fondling things I often don't get much actual housecleaning done. But not today, none of that fiddle farting around sitting down and looking at things and reminiscing and not get anything done. I need to stay focused on the job and have a productive afternoon while the rain pounds on the metal roof and I don't feel guilty about being inside.
Where do I start.....
I've got dusting to do, a job that would be easier if it were not for all the clutter around here.
People often don't recognise what they are and sometimes poke and handle them.
They are tack-welded in the open, unsprung position.
I'm lucky enough to have one of them. Apparently we aren't related.
There were several relatives that made names for themselves in past generations. There was a great 'uncle' William that my Dad was named after. He planned and sold lots in the early town site of Mission BC. Then found spare time enough to design and patent an improved brake system for trains. In the late 1890's he promoted a remote silver mine not far from here on the shore of Harrison Lake called the Providence Mine, discovered when his brother Joe had been horse logging there.
1897 Providence Mine Harrison Lake BC
Providence was certainly on his side several years later in the rowdy staking rush into the wilds of northern Ontario, discovering a rich silver lead or two pretty much within days of arriving.
His Coniagas Mine was a big producer of rich silver ore, the likes of which is seldom seen these days.
The pink shade you can see is called a cobalt bloom, associated with the deposit.
The town that sprang up around this and other early discoveries was named Cobalt.
Great Uncle Will sold out and went onto many more ventures and adventures. He had a large experimental farm outside of Toronto where he held one of the earliest air meets in Canada.
William's brother Joe followed him to Ontario, making a bundle on the sale of the Coniagas and returning to BC to carry on mining, ranching and logging in grand style.
The house he built in Abbotsford has been turned into a museum.
I'd like to write about them and some other relatives of mine here some day.
There were several successful, driven, A type personalities in past generations.
I don't know what the hell happened to me, the gene seems to have clear skipped me completely.
My, this housework is taking longer than I figured, it would be a lot easier without all this clutter around here. I think I better just have a tea and plan for when I really do tackle dusting the logs.
I'll go put the kettle on, and contemplate the matter further.
Where was I.......
That reminds me of the time me and....oh never mind.
Then with today's gold price of course, which is $1000 more an ounce then us 'old timers' got back then.
I remember the time I got that D6 cat stuck way the heck off in the middle of nowhere, and that first 1000 oz cleanup we did in June1980 was an experience I will never forget.
The pocket watch hasn't worked for 30 years, I used it operating bulldozer at the remote mine site, it reminds me of stopping and turning my back to the wind then cracking open my thermos while the machine idled. The miniature anvil was handmade from a section of the original narrow gauge railway built up Bonanza Creek over a hundred years ago.
I damn near forgot about my machete hanging up in the library.
A long and a short, and well used.
Other than the getting malaria part, I could have done without that.
Lots of crazy things happened there, I recall the day we got word the tree fell on a worker way out in the bush towards the coast, boy, that was a long day.
What have we here...
Well I have to admit, this housework planning and little informational museum tour has tuckered me out, and I may need to relax for a spell.