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140--Alaska: Good as Gold @ CherieSpotting     Jul 28 2003 - 15:49 PST cherie writes: In all the hiking we did, none of us ever saw another soul on a trail. We were truly one (or six?) with the wilderness. On one hike, Greg noticed a stream laden in gold! “Eureka!” He bellowed. “I’m going to make my first million dollars finding gold.” “I thought you were going to make your first million writing computer soft ware?” I reminded Greg. “Not any more,” Greg replied. “Writing software to make your millions is so 90s.” So while we hiked countless miles through the state’s backwoods, Greg could always be found crouched next to a stream, his fingers blue, swishing a bowl with some sparkly dirt in it. Greg saved all his flakes and nuggets in a zip-lock for later professional analysis. Back at the boat, Rick examined the glittery rocks. “From these specimens it doesn’t seem that the stream was paved with gold. More likely, it was lined with pyrite.” Click on each picture to see it full size. read comments (0) | write comment| views: 4726    | rated: 0.0    printer-friendly version   Greg, upset that he only has a few more months to become a millionare before he turns 30 years old, seeks his fortune in gold! It just looks like a bunch of dirt to me. Alaska's hiking was incredible. Sometimes we had to make our own trails. Rick, a simple man, makes music with a blade of grass. You never know when you're going to run into an Alaskan Brown Bear. Isabelle and Dave hiking through the spongy marsh. Cherie and Greg. If Isabelle can find her way in a sailboat around the world alone, she can certainly find her way out of the forrest. Stretching our legs on another hike. We have to be on the lookout for the giant attack slugs. Isabelle takes a nap while she waits for the rest of us slow-pokes to "catch up." Beauty, untouched. This porcupine looks like a bear ate it, and then spit it back up. Unafraid, the little critter walks right up to Isabelle. I wonder if the porcupine realized he was sniffing the World-Record-Holding sailor, Isabelle Autissier. Explorers. Greg reinventing the wheel. What's wrong with this picture? (It's upside-down.) Anyone know a gardener? Isabelle gets a nose-job in Alaska. Titanic again? Dave and Sue on the bow. We're anchored 20 feet from this stunning waterfall. When it is cold outside, we have a roaring fire inside S/V Bob. Isabelle and Rick return with more crabs for dinner. The midnight sun. Since it was light 20 hours a day, we didn't have any trouble with Alaska's "state bird" (the mosquito.)