
Swirling the Last Pan of the Season
One more pan of gravel before the cold, and what stayed in the bottom of it.
One pan, one creek and one campsite, every Friday.

One more pan of gravel before the cold, and what stayed in the bottom of it.

Seven nights in the same spot, with a tent, a pot and a lot of gravel.

The one-page log I fill in at the end of every day, and why I go back to it.

Where the water slows on the inside of a bend, and why I pan there first.

Beans, bannock and a kettle that never quite boils, filmed at dusk.

My first lesson, start to finish: scoop, shake, swirl and tip.
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A short letter every Friday: where I panned, what the water was doing and one thing I would do differently.