Yes Jim, "Never say Never" -- however, to repeat for emphesis -- "I never forgot anything behind that I need to go back to Nome for." In addition, suffice to say, my hand made "Nome Beach Box" is now a lawn ornament and will never, ever, ever-under-any-circumstances be used again, EVER, Ever, ever,
ever.
It is true that all the new products that have come out since I was there at mile 7 on West Beach would now make Gold recovery, especially the micro sized Gold with the circumstances of the time, much easier and not nearly as arduous and time consuming. Yes, I
now have the newer "stuff" and it's sooooo much better, easier, lighter, faster, more accurate and less demanding than those older styles of "stuff".
Yeah, I'm 15 years older now, too.
All things being equal, today, a hard-working, young-yet-seasoned miner

could probably make enough money to offset the summer's incredibly high cost of Nome living. Of course, to do that you have to completely disregard transportation to and from their home to Nome, enjoy living on the beach (if that is even allowed any more), being totally at the mercy of the weather, having to overcome no availability of easy transportation and being systemically dependent for all supplies on the sporadically scheduled barge shipment arrivals.
Excitement, Independence, Self Reliance, and all those other inspiring things that
"... and there I was, minin' on the beaches of Nome" conjures up in your day dreams can all be found in many other places in this world - and under much better conditions.
Mentioning "at the mercy of the weather" is actually much more than a little more important than it might seem in passing. I was there for the end of May and the month of June in, I think it was ‘05. When I arrived there was snow and ice everywhere with the Pack-Ice was still covering the beach. Of course, since it was “Spring”, the weather started off with brutally cold rain and strong winds almost all the time. In a short time the ice mostly melted, the beach sands thawed - and then - The Mosquitoes and the deer flies. They were bad if the wind was from inland (I think the bugs all drank heavily and partied all night so as to not freeze)
OR, if the wind was from the Bering Sea, stand by for fierce, cold rain with (knock you over) high winds. That weather came from not too far across the water in RUSSIA, and it's
really cold there, right?
Just remember,
STORMS = very high wave action = no pumps anywhere near the water = no mining at all. Those conditions, combined with long hours, not-so-good nutrition, accidents, sickness, constant repositioning of pumps due to tides and many other factors make beach mining in Nome
rather “Challenging”. Oh yeah - once a Polar bear, swimming around the noise and excitement of Nome walked on through. I did say
rather "Challenging" didn't I?
I believe I also mentioned that recovering the "Talcum Powder" sized Gold from high banker concentrates was character building and a technique enhancing exercise - right?. Panning Technique Improvement Retraining (PTIR) was humbling. Maybe it would be more succinct to say that it was an infinitely difficult, tedious, inexact, frustrating, nerve wracking, repetitive, time consuming, exhausting, mind numbing task that had to be done for hours EVERY
DARN EVENING. In addition, the mostly, difficult new thing to learn was working with the incredibly small sizes of paper thin or spherically shaped Gold. No Verne, it can't be panned like you're used to "back home", you have to relearn everything all over again. Why??? - " 'Cause you're in Nome now" and it's different now. "
As an example, a "properly filled gold pan full" of the tightly pre-classified beach concentrates start out as about 2 or 3 heaping
tablespoons worth (or 4 or 5 or maybe even 6 if you took twice the time to work them

). The various 'cuts' of concentrates have to be panned at
least 3 or 4 distinct times, until NO Gold is seen at all. Since the Gold was so small it was really hard to completely separate it at that point, so just super-super "Sluice Juice" concentrates (about 50-50% Gold and other heavies) was sucked up. Re-pan, Re-pan, Re-pan until there were no more "Golden Smiles to be seen. As I finished the day's meticulous panning, and
knowing that there STILL was Gold in those sands, I would put them aside and save them to be thrown into the equipment first thing the next morning. Day after day after day after day.
Of course there were unexpected things as well, like finding a pristine human molar tooth in the box's clean-out one day. It was returned to the sea where it belonged. A much more common thing was to sometimes find liquid or amalgamated Mercury in the beach concentrates. The turn of the century guys would pour inexpensive quicksilver on the freshly turned and leveled black beach sand and roll it around, I guess with their shovels. Then they would gather all that Mercury and amalgam that they could find. Next, they retorted it, over a driftwood fire. That produced "sweetened" Gold while making the liquid Mercury ready for the next day's use. I knew one young, "Proud to be just like my dad" fool (the son of an older
REAL fool) who would empty their vials of Mercury "Soured Gold" into a small frying pan and 'cook off' the Mercury every few weeks. He did the open vaporization of the Mercury and amalgam over a driftwood fire, away from their camp on the beach. I didn't spend much time at all observing him or his dad's taught technique.
A natural tendency for exhausted miners is to simply defer the end of the long day panning drudgery for "the next rainy day". They just store the concentrates in a bucket, or two, or three, or ..... and then eat or sleep, to do the now learned 'trick' the next day - WRONG! At the end of their stay there were buckets and piles everywhere. The next thing they did was dry the concentrates they now never could possibly process and then, boxing them up, would go visit the post office. Just imagine how heavy just 5 gallons of fine, dried concentrates weighs. Now imagine mailing it 'back home'
Without dependable refrigeration (after the snow and ice melted), trips to town for camp food and gasoline at the NC (and "in town" water where we could get it) took much higher priority on "the next rainy day" (usually there were 3 or 4 in a row). My water was stored in a found and then washed, 10 Liter Soy Sauce container. It had been discarded and subsequently drifted onto shore from some Japanese fishing ship in the past and the salt in the soy sauce stopped the disagreeable possibilities from happening. It was a lucky find and still have it.
Rain water, if it can be caught, is also ever-so-precious for your drinking and cooking needs. The problem there is that catching rain water is time consuming - like frantically chasing cats. Just try it sometime - using a small tarp makes it a lot like "Catch and Release".
With no trees or bushes of any size on the tundra, the only fuel for burning in camp is driftwood from the interior, stacked up into very spread out, tangled and intertwined heaps by past storms. SOMEONE has to gather it for heating and cooking - and there you go - something to do in your spare time. The wood dries quickly in the constant wind (And, OH YES, it gets to be very irritating). The ever present drifting sand pretty much all shakes off without too much effort (unless it's raining again, of course).
To sum it all up I guess being in Nome is a lot like being stationed somewhere with the Army - "It's not just an adventure, it's an adventure
and a hassle."
Hooah! (for the Army guys who "Beenthere and knowbout ...".
Hey easy goer - were you at the GPAA camp? If so you passed right by where I was in '05 - West Beach, Mile 7, 1/2 way point from Nome to the GPAA.
- Joe -