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Color-red-dough 1 gram

Color-red-dough 1 gram

Regular price $88.50 USD
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Once upon a time, nestled amidst the rugged Rocky Mountains, there existed a place of enchantment called Glenwood Springs. Its very name whispered secrets of adventure, gold, and the echoes of a notorious gambler and gunslinger—Doc Holliday.




The tale began with the red dirt, a hue so vivid it seemed to hold the sun's warmth within its particles. The earth here was unlike any other, a blend of ancient volcanic rock and the iron-rich soil that clung to the mountainsides. When the sun dipped low, casting its golden glow upon the land, the dirt blazed like embers, igniting the imagination of those who walked upon it.




But it wasn't just the dirt that held magic. The streams that meandered through Glenwood Springs carried a secret—a glittering promise hidden in their waters. You see, eons ago, when fiery volcanoes erupted, they spewed forth not only molten rock but also veins of precious metals. Gold, the currency of dreams, lay hidden within the rocky embrace of the mountains.




As the red dirt crumbled and mingled with the volcanic remnants, it washed down into the streams. There, the gold particles danced, settling in the riverbeds like forgotten treasures. Prospectors arrived, their eyes gleaming with greed, panning for fortunes in the icy waters. They sifted through the sands, hoping to catch a glimmer of that elusive metal. Some struck it rich, while others merely found fool's gold—a cruel jest played by the mountain spirits.




And then there was Doc Holliday, a man of contradictions. Born into privilege, he had once studied dentistry, but fate had other plans. Consumed by tuberculosis, he sought solace in the dry mountain air of Colorado. His cough echoed through the narrow canyons as he wandered, a man with nothing to lose. The same ailment that threatened his life also fueled his fearlessness. He gambled, he fought, and he forged friendships with legends.




In the smoky saloons of Deadwood, he crossed paths with Wild Bill Hickok, another gunslinger destined for an early grave. Their fates intertwined, and Doc's reputation grew. But it was in Tombstone, Arizona, that he etched his name into history. The infamous O.K. Corral gunfight immortalized him—a dance of bullets and bravado that left scars on the land and souls alike.




Yet, it was Glenwood Springs that cradled Doc in his final days. The hot springs, their mineral-rich waters steaming like forgotten memories, offered him respite. Here, he breathed his last, and the town embraced him. His grave, marked by a simple stone, overlooked the valley where the red dirt met the gold-laden streams. Tourists came, drawn by the legend of Doc Holliday—the gambler, the healer, the gunslinger.




And so, Glenwood Springs thrived—a place where the past bled into the present, where the red earth whispered tales of volcanic fury and hidden riches. The town's heartbeat echoed with the clink of pickaxes, the laughter of miners, and the ghostly whispers of those who sought fortune in the shadows.




Remember this: When you walk the streets of Glenwood Springs, feel the red dirt beneath your boots, and listen. Listen to the wind that carries the echoes of Doc's laughter, the rush of the streams, and the heartbeat of a town that wears its history like a badge of honor. 🌄🔥🌟


This paydirt will have black sands, garnet, pyrite and many other minerals. It will be a difficult pan of dirt for a beginner. The gold is large to fine. And will have 1+ lbs of material. This pay dirt is classified to 1/2 inch. And will have very fine natural gold with the added guaranteed amount.

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