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<b> Another trip back in time </b>
<b>Bone weary</b>
I was tied. In fact I was more than just tied, I was bone weary and I ached in every joint. My knees were scratched and bruised from kneeling on rocks and stones. My left wrist was swollen and throbbing from carrying the heavy pick and the muscles in my back had cramped up on me more times than I could remember. My t-shirt and hat were soaked and in many places sweat had cut tracks through the fine film of dust that covered my arms, legs and face.
I pulled off the headphones and draped them over the armrest of my detector then gently lay it near my right foot. I dropped the head of the pick on the ground then lent on the end of the long handle. As I looked down at my well worn but comfortable old Army boots a large drop of sweat quivered from the tip of my nose then fell to be lost amongst the dirt, stones and deadfall at my feet. I lifted my head then raised my right hand to shield my eyes as I looked through the stunted gumtrees at the setting sun. As my gaze moved from the horizon to the peacefulness of the surrounding bush I let out a deep breath and took stock of my day.
<b>Cape River Diggings</b>
This was my third day at the old Cape River gold diggings and fortune had smiled on me many times this trip. I
<b>Bone weary</b>
I was tied. In fact I was more than just tied, I was bone weary and I ached in every joint. My knees were scratched and bruised from kneeling on rocks and stones. My left wrist was swollen and throbbing from carrying the heavy pick and the muscles in my back had cramped up on me more times than I could remember. My t-shirt and hat were soaked and in many places sweat had cut tracks through the fine film of dust that covered my arms, legs and face.
I pulled off the headphones and draped them over the armrest of my detector then gently lay it near my right foot. I dropped the head of the pick on the ground then lent on the end of the long handle. As I looked down at my well worn but comfortable old Army boots a large drop of sweat quivered from the tip of my nose then fell to be lost amongst the dirt, stones and deadfall at my feet. I lifted my head then raised my right hand to shield my eyes as I looked through the stunted gumtrees at the setting sun. As my gaze moved from the horizon to the peacefulness of the surrounding bush I let out a deep breath and took stock of my day.
<b>Cape River Diggings</b>
This was my third day at the old Cape River gold diggings and fortune had smiled on me many times this trip. I
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