A river off another river drove me to a claim that I had recorded as mine. It had not been visited for a length of time! I was distracted by a hard desire to find a dream that would free my family from the bondage of a world that forms people into a desire of wealth. I found wealth and lost it but for a minute.
I understand, now, a greater thing. In the course of my life, to lose and win a fortune is in the eye of
the beholder? What is wealth? It is for you to decide. I lost and won back my wife and children.
As I returned to the Columnes River, past Latrobe, which wasn't even a city but a far cry from
even a country house, positioned by a railroad track, where a train never passes to ship the unshipable!
My gold is not far from Latrobe in California. A place of scrub oaks and very little water.
I hired a new hand to replace Mr. Donner. They're five of us and two horses and three donkeys.
I am having a hard time recognizing my claim.
Admittedly, I am so wealthy, I would never have to work a day of my life, again!
I have never thought that that is what life is about! How about yourself?
I can not believe that after all these years my claim has not been violated! I asked Fearsy, " Can you believe it?" His answer was," Yes "! Simple question, simple answer! When we all noticed that the canyon
wall had collapsed, we realized that the gold that I had discovered, way back, just might have a chance ot surviving the hunters that killed chinese, mexican, indians, that knew about gold. They, the greedy white guys, established rules, called government! Long story short.
This time in San Francisco is a lot different than when I was shanghighed out of the city!
Not only have I left my daughter and wife in the city, I have allowed them, with the grace of wealth, and an unlimited currency exchange, to establish culture, ideas, spirit and friendships that only can be established when
there is nothing to fear. If there is something to fear, let it be San Francisco, pre 1906! How does one
spell, vigilantes?
Surfing Kauai defined me! Sailing the South Seas measured me. Commercial fishing fed me. The U. S. Merchant Marine showed me! Diving everywhere I have traveled allowed me to become something more and yet something less than the bird pile/fish feeding frenzy I have witnessed. What is above meets what is below, a paradox! No-balance.
About Me
- Robbin
- Sacramento, California, United States
- so salty pieces of coral from surfing Hawaii in the 60's and 70's getting reef pounded living in my body fall through my skin from time to time!
sailing to Oahu
Jimi Hendrix was playing on Oahu. I had never sailed. Surfed Mexico, California, Hawaii! Aw, how hard could it be to sail 90-110 miles from Kauai to Oahu? Piece of cake, right? Remember it was the 60's! This is so bad. We thought we were looking at Kaiena Point,Ohau, knowing we weren't going to make the concert! But at least we were in site of Oahu-wrong! Coy, who had never sailed before, me,who had never sailed before, jeff and Abbott etc. We were looking at the sleeping giant on Kauai! We had done three-sixty's in the night! We sailed on the only tri-marran I've ever sailed on ( except later ) in my life, missed the concert! It was at the Waikiki Shell Ampitheater ( Moon eclipsed . We finally made Nawilwili Harbor! The Skipper tried to give us his boat saying, " It's trying to kill me"! We watched him go stark raving mad not even realising that had we got caught in the channel current we were on our way to Japan! Remember it was the 60's and we were going to see Hendrix. I left out some of the good stuff but I will make up for it later!
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