Well, I got my MULE. His name is Ken.
LOL We packed in over 120 lbs. of equipment up thru the rocky pass then down to the river of Eden, which I now will refer it to as the " Gates of Hell". Getting there was not too bad because we were fresh and pumped with adrenaline. I had my doubts about moving this massive bolder, but with the engineering mind of Ken we attacked it with the fury of 49er Fever. Being dug out, cussed out, and hammered upon it finally gave up and MOVED! We are not talking inches here folks, but a good 2 feet! Now, of course, we had to follow our plan and move its little brother and sister out of the way. (Only a ton or so piece," groan") We moved the overburden in 5 gal buckets down to our sleuth box about 30 feet down a rocky course of jumbled rocks, about 20 trips, "groan again".
The bedrock was finally exposed and then Ken cleaned it like a crazed housewife on crank! I'm not going to tell you how much gold we found, but I will tell you this....it's never enough! As for the experience we gained, it was priceless. Now of course we had to pack everything out, plus a couple of pounds more."Third groan" When I started this day I was 52. Today I feel 90.
Damn, I can't wait till dredging season opens!
Pictures are posted and I welcome your comments.

This picture is bedrock that was cleaned out after moving the boulder. Pretty great cleaning job, huh!
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