Looking for Gold

This weekend we went to look for a gold mine that some Dutch guy lost.  How can you lose a gold mine?  But it wasn't really his anyway.  It was a Mexican family that first found the mine and took gold back to Mexico.  But it wasn't even the Mexican's because the Indians lived on the Superstition Mountains where the gold mine was.  There are a lot of scary stories going around, which is why the Mountains are called the Superstition Mountains.  A lot of people got lost or killed looking for this gold mine that the Dutchman said he lost. And the Dutchman wasn't really a Dutch man.  He was German.  It's so confusing.  Which is probably why no one has ever found it.  They still call it, Lost Dutchman's Goldmine.  Though it really should be called,  "The Indian's Goldmine that the Mexican's stole and the Dutchman who was really a German thought he found and now nobody knows where it is but don't go looking for it 'cuz you might not come out alive".

So Mom and Dad and me went to look.  Actually, Mom said she wanted to go to see the wildflowers.  I guess they were pretty too.

  But not as much fun as Lost Gold Mines.

 

 

The Superstition Mountains are tall and not much green stuff.

 

  And it was a hot day!

 

I kept trying to find some shade for us, but the only shade was under these little benches along to way.   You do with what you got, I always say.

 

 

We walked for a couple of miles and the path started getting steeper and steeper.  And it WAS hot.  But something else was bothering me.  I wasn't sure, but I thought I smelled something bad.  Like rattlesnake.  I didn't want to go any further and I told Mom we had to turn around.  So she said yes and I dragged them back down the mountain.  I wasn't so interested in finding that gold mine anymore.  About halfway down we ran into a man with a chihuahua.  I wanted to say hi, but he picked her up so I couldn't.  What did he think? That I might eat her?  I think she was a wimp anyway!

 

But he asked us if we had seen a rattlesnake, that some woman before us had seen one.  Mom and Dad looked surprised, but I wasn't.  I was pretty sure I had smelled it.  And Mom looked at me, like:  You knew, didn't you?   YES I DID!, I told her.

 

So we headed back, and I was still hot, so they stopped and got me some ice for my frizbee on the trip back. 

 

 

That was nice.  Ice.  (Cool huh?  I'm a punny poet!)

 



 



 Hope you have great adventures like I do.

 

Your adventurous friend,  G.