To stand in the woods, at the foot of an old foundation is one thing. To be where someone has been 50, 100 150 years ago is a history lesson in itself. But then, my mind start thinking - here's the sidewalk or boardwalk. There's the edge, and into the dirt, like an old coin or button. Behind the foundation is the privet. Old bottles? Tins? what about inside the foundation, what about a cache? Or, out by the cistern? what was hidden there? What was DROPPED there, out of an apron while water was being fetched? Perhaps a gold locket broke loose and fell into the grass...
I guess there's the hunt for history, for me. Granted, I haven't found much, but even when I walk down the side walk in town, I still find my brain trying to NCIS it, to determine the best chance of finding something. It's very meditative, being outside by ones self and just going over things in your mind. It's a kind of work out for your brain. Admittedly however, I panned a little gold in streams in ID and never knew if I was going to come back to reality only to look up into the face of a bear or catch a bullet in the back of the skull. I did not enjoy that as much as I could or should have. Perhaps with a clear conscience and/or a clear title to my own claim, I will!
