Voices on the Wind Voices on Relaxation
Gold by Larry Turner There is a heart-stopping thrill to see a glitter among the sand and gravel in your pan or from that likely-looking rock youíve just struck in California of 1849, Alaska some decades later or perhaps somewhere on earth still unknown. Or so Iím told. I donít much scramble up mountains or wander deserts and tundra. My taste runs more to Birkenstocks than hiking boots. But I have that same heart-stopping thrill at my window as gold collects in my back yard at a tube of thistle seed.