Oh yeah, forgot the part about the mud on the Dempster Highway for the first 20 miles. It was just like the mud at Campo Mosqueda in Mexico - slicker than cat shit. You could feel the back end of the truck sliding around. Jim said it was like driving in the snow.

I think that striking it rich gold panning has about the same odds as gambling at an Indian casino. Jim panned for several hours today and found quite a few flakes, but we are still broke. I think he looks really cool with his official gold panning badge pinned on his hat.