Mining is Work!
Last school year I had the privilege of attending a class trip to Sacramento with my oldest son, Zed. The focus of the trip was the California Gold Rush and we visited Sutter's Mill where gold was seen lying on the surface of the ground. I don't know if you've ever been chaperon to a group of six fourth grade boys with gold fever, but I spent a lot of my time trying to subdue their enthusiasm. We'd be driving on a bridge over water and some would shout, "I see huge gold nuggets in the river!" No, I'd tell them. If there were gold nuggets the size of basketballs lying in plain sight in the stream, the Forty-Niners would never have left. At least there would be a huge active gold mine, not a quaint little settlement living off the tourist trade. Undeterred, these kids continued to shout about the fortunes they would walk away with after a couple of easy minutes picking up nuggets off the ground. We were taught by the camp staff how to pan for go...