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Let me begin by telling you that my husband, Sam Achman, came to Fairbanks, Alaska in the spring of 1952 from Minnesota, going to work for the old Fairbanks Exploration Co., working at their gold camp in Ester, Ak., on one of the last big gold dredge to operate in the Fairbanks area, and is now a large visitor attraction. Except for the occasional visit to the family in Mn., and his years of military service, he hasn’t been out of the state for more than a couple of weeks in the last 48 years. In 1971 he leased some mining claims in the Circle Mining District north of Fairbanks eventually purchasing the 20+ claims, and during the winter months he plied his trade being a journeyman electrician. In 1984 our mining operation was moved permanently to Jack Wade Creek in the historic 40 Mile Mining District.
In the spring of 1982 we decided to put the operation on Harrison Creek on hold, and just work Jack Wade Creek. We were leasing the claims from an old timer named George who had been on the creek since the mid-1930’s., and he had some wonderful stories to tell if you could get him to talk Most of the historic information on this site are from George and Sam’s stories of life in the last frontier. It was August of 1983, one of our employees had been working on a steep side hill above the creek, and the dozer started sliding on the permafrost, caught on a rock and rolled over. Fortunately no one was hurt, but it took a good day to get the cat back on its tracts and ready to work again. It was quite an experience, to say the least. Two week later Sam and the crew were doing end of the shift maintenance on one of the loaders when Sam’s eye was caught by an unusually large gold colored rock in the sluice box, but assumed the crew was playing a prank on him. After several more trips by the box, and the crew paying no undo attention, he finally leaned over and picked up his “pet rock” a five pound natural gold nugget.
The spring of 1984 we were driving 310 miles one way from Fairbanks to the mine, Fairbanks had really grown in population and we decided to give up our home in town and move to Tok, a small community on the Alaska Hwy., only 80 miles from the operation. This made it much easier and quicker to get supplies to the creek, I was interested in the possibility of a nugget jewelry store in Tok and getting more involved in the tourism industry. This also gave Sam & I a chance to see a little more of each other during the summer months. The mine operates seven days a week, 12-14 hours a day from late May to mid October, as does our jewelry store, but at least I could make the 1-1/2 hour drive to the mine from Tok once a week or every ten day, where before I wouldn’t see Sam for weeks at a time unless there was a major equipment breakdown. Remember, there’s only 100-110 days a season to mine, due to weather conditions( it is really hard to sluice gold with frozen water !).
And, there are strict state and federal guideline regulations for mining procedures, water quality and reclamation that must be adhered to, if found in violation of the clean water act, an operator can be fined up to $25,000.00 A DAY !! We even did some mining in the Yukon for one summer, but logistically it was a real problem, having to truck in
all the equipment and find a good mining crew, as you are only allowed to hire Canadians residents, and it takes a couple of years to put a really good mining crew together. We would normally have from 4 to 8 employees,
including the cook and a mechanic. The camp at Jack Wade consisted of a 55’ mobile home that made up or
cook shack and bath house. The crew slept in one of the old log cabin bunkhouses, and Sam & I used a log
cabin built in the early 30’s. George had a two room log cabin on the top of a incline, and when I ask him how
old the cabin was, he said “ it was old when I got on the creek, and I’ve been here 45 years”. Also, at th In the hand written records George gave us, were a lot of old photo negatives, some from early day Fairbanks and the Richardson highway and it’s many roadhouses. Of particular interest are some very early photos taken about 1900, and they chronicle the travels of a gentlemen I have named Thomas, who leaves Europe, England I believe, traveling by ship to Toronto, Canada, crossing Canada, I would suppose by train, and arriving in British Columbia where he catches another ship going to Skagway,Alaska. He eventually ends up in the Forty Mile country, around Franklin Gulch and Chicken. The photos are displayed on the historical photo page.
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