Seventy-five miles in the center of the Saline Valley we spotted mine up on the mountain. We drove three miles off the main dirt road down washed-out stream beds, across sand traps, and up the mountain. Perched on the side was a still being used tram up to the top of the mountain to carry heavy items, plus a plastic pipeline within which they would dump the possible gold ore from the top of the mountain and let is scuttle down the mountain on it’s own and into a waiting truck. I snagged a wonderful piece of quartz filled with gold veins (so I think) from the bottom of the shut. I think I’m going to purchase Bitcoins with this free gold money.
