THIS was the day where we discovered the opal beds.
The reason the word "sketchy" was invented.
To sum up this experience for you, I'll share a bit of a journal entry from that day:
"We are in the boondocks of Northern Canada...in five fifteen-passenger vans...and we just asked a kid with blood-stained hands for directions so we can go hunt for opals."
We did 2 U-turns to reach the middle of nowhere. It was raining. The bloody-hands kid had the words "Beware of Cat" spray-painted on the door of his trailer.
Upon arriving in the mosquito-infested swampy forest, we found no opals. Had some tuna. Escaped.
Later, we toured a sawmill.
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