|My brother and friends|
|A "shifty" pastime|
The store had a plethora of gold pans in varying shapes and sizes. Ones made of plastic, steel, nylon, stainless steel and space age materials. Octagonals, rectangles and the traditional round pans were stacked in heaps at the back of the store. The cashier said that the profit the store makes comes from selling gold panning equipment and not rocks and gems.
Before travelling up the trail to the store, I had discovered a likely spot - a sandbar jutting out into the North Saskatchewan River, very close to the bike path that follows that watercourse. So it was with excitement that I flew down to the river to stake my "claim" on the riverbank. Appropriately as I began to sift through the gravel, our city's paddlewheel river boat steamed past my chosen spot giving the scene a old-timey feel.