ODDS'N'SODS -- Prospecting, 1990s style (2)

The author concludes his story of his prospecting trip to northern Ontario last spring. Dusk was falling rapidly and it was starting to rain. I hastily carried my bags about 35 yards from the tracks into a dry little clearing...

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