GhostMiner

Mant Thanks.

Hello Everyone. It has been awhile. You are invited to join me at my YouTube Channel GhostMiner for the continuing tales of the Whisky Jack Mine up in the Sierra Nevada mountains. Here is a song I wrote about a trip to the old mine. See you up at the Whisky Jack soon.

Just an update here - it is looking like I may be able to salvage the last part of the season. I finally got 2 small plans approved and am hoping to get up and running by months end. I've only got a short season to mine but with gold being where it is it's better than no season. Cheers.

Might be a hard place to get to.

Closed for good in 1957. Has anyone been out there?

Yea, this song will work for me tonight.

There's got to be a song here somewhere. But I'll keep on keepin' on.

That pretty much sums up my situation.

Shoot, I just changed my name to Jack. This sucks. The sun had long since set on the abandoned gold mine, casting a dark shadow over the once-thriving operation. Jack sat on the porch of his small cabin, staring out at the rusting equipment and piles of dirt that had been his livelihood for years. He took a swig from the whisky bottle, feeling the burn as it went down. It had all seemed like such a good idea at the time – reopening the old mine, bringing in a partner to help with the costs. But now, as he gazed out at the stillness of the night, Jack couldn't help but feel like he'd been punched in the gut. His partner had skipped town, taking some of the equipment and a chunk of the investment with him. The permits were still tied up in bureaucratic red tape, and Jack was left with nothing but debt and disappointment. He thought back to the early days, when he'd first started working on the mine. The thrill of the unknown, the promise of striking it rich. Now, it all seemed like a distant memory, a fleeting dream that had vanished into thin air. As the night wore on, Jack's thoughts turned to the future. He'd have to start over, somehow. Maybe next season would be better. Maybe he'd find a way to get the mine up and running again, to make it all worthwhile. But for now, the whisky bottle was his only solace, a temporary escape from the crushing reality of his situation. With a heavy sigh, Jack stood up, the porch creaking beneath his feet. He took one last look at the mine, the darkness seeming to swallow it whole. Tomorrow would be another day, another chance to start anew. But for tonight, the whisky would have to be enough.

I am very sorry to hear this Mike. All of my condolences go out to you & family. I lost my sister to Ovarian cancer. She was 46 yrs old. Take care & miss all you guys out there on the internet.

LOL. No. My partner had made a deal to use a guy's trommel in exchange for a cut of our gold that would be produced on our mine while using it. As of now I still don't have a firm deal in place to go mining. Plenty of tire kickers but no action as of now. In the meantime, I think I'll just have a few more drinks LOL.

Well, the first time I drove that area I was running 75 and getting passed by semi trucks lol.

I'll bet it is for sure. Those bridges they have seem like you could catch some air with a vehicle if you hit them at a high enough speed. Their humped a little. In 2020 I was driving a new Dodge one ton and had the speedo set at 95. It seemed like I was close to getting lift when I hit them.

Time for a drink, or two, or three, or.............

I like driving across Great Salt Lake. It's a nice relief after navigating Salt Lake City. About 90 plus miles of straight away with drowsy driver warnings LOL. I usually set my cruise to 85 & roll on into Nevada.