Anyway, here I am at the #Royal Peacock Opal Mine digging for opals. I've studied on coming here for years. I've seen the u tube videos. I've seen the treasure hunting shows. Opals are my birthstone. I've tried to prepare myself. I've tried to see what my chances of success are. I knew it would be hard work. You pay pretty good money to do this. Its not exactly cheap.
I'm at the base of this wall, this 100,000 year old wall. Its over my head but I dig down and in. Eventually digging about 4 feet down and three feet in. Its my third day. I've found valuable stuff, beautiful fiery opals. I've found interesting stuff. Wood that is as much wood today as it was 100,000 years ago. Other wood hard as rock, some with shiney bits that have "opalized". I chip away at the petrified dirt and rock looking for treasures. The hours grow long, it is hot, there isn't a cloud in the sky and there is no shade. I study the lines in the rock looking for clues. Every once and awhile I'm rewarded with some kind of treasure. Sometimes an opal sometimes a piece of petrified wood. I think and wonder about what this must have been like right before the Yellowstone volcano covered it in ash. I chip away. Everything I have is covered in dust, including me. I seem to be doing better than most of the other people digging at the wall or raking through the tailings. Unless you have done this before its hard to really prepare yourself for how hard it is. There again I think I was a little more serious about finding something good. I think some one came by and said I was digging like a man possessed. Well~ I did come here to find a $20,000 opal! Ha,Ha!!!! By the middle of the second day my right arm felt like it was going to fall off! I started having to use my left arm, which is totally useless. I hammered away with it anyway .
For most of three days it was just me and that wall. I talked to it and sometimes I think it talked back. I feel lucky to come away with some of its secrets.