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You’ve got it bad when…

  • February 12, 2015

You know its been winter for too long when you start dreaming about metal detecting.

If you have read the About Me section or moseyed over to my other blog, you probably know that my other passion is picking or thrifting.

Just like metal detecting, every picker has their honey hole. (And if you don’t have a honey hole, you should get one.)DCF 1.0

My picking honey hole just happens to be on the other side of this massive mountain called Waggoner’s Gap. The road weaves back and forth to the top and then dumps you out on the other side in Perry County. As soon as you get into Perry County, the banjo music from Deliverance starts playing. Perry County is basically our version of rural West Virginia. Personally, I love Perry County, but other ‘city folk’ will spit out a whole slew of Perry County jokes when prompted.

Last night I had this dream that it was snowing and I was driving over Waggoner’s Gap to scout some metal detecting spots. (I know, I’ve got it bad. But hey, if I’m not dreaming about metal detecting than I’m dreaming about picking.)

So I’m driving on this road and it is downright treacherous. In real life the road is steep, but in my dream the road is STEEP. And I’m sliding all over the place because of the snow, dodging pedestrians and oncoming traffic. (But in real life I drive a Subaru, so snow is a joke.)

But then the banjo music starts playing and the snow is gone and I am driving down country roads looking for a place to detect. Sure enough, I come to this old school with a plaque dated 1911. But there is another section of the school that is even older. So I knock on the nearest door and sure enough, I get permission for this epic spot.

After that, things got weird with aliens descended to to steal my finds… but you get the gist. I am going stir-crazy over here waiting for the snow to melt. But when it does melt, I think I may go scouting some spots in Perry County.