In 1904 a man named Henry Lasseter claimed to have found a COLOSSAL gold vein deep within the Australian outback. Unfortunately for him, he died before being able to recover it. The local Aborigines, intimately familiar with the region, found the strange white man lying in a cave, close to death and far from home. It's a sad tale, and one you can read for yourself, if you wish. His son, Bob Lasseter, is 85 years old, and still searches the desert in hopes of finishing what his father started so long ago.
Now, I'll admit I'm an odd duck, but the last year or so I've wondered what it would take for one man, alone, to locate the gold Henry Lasseter gave his life to find.
Well, frankly, I don't care if it's crazy or not.
I build. I create. I love challenge. I relish it. It's who I am. It's who I've always been.-
The scorching heat is an obstacle. Filtering and recycling water: both obstacles. Kilometers of thick, dense brush? More obstacles. There *are* many obstacles. Perhaps that's what makes me curious. It makes me wonder, given what I know, and can build, if there's even a infinitesimally small chance it's possible. There's a certain freedom in embracing challenge. It's liberating, in a way that money has never been for me. Here's the upside, friends. At the very least, you'll get to laugh as I carry on with my plan and design a mechanized caravan and suit of armor capable of keeping my body intact in a region utterly inimical to life. A region larger more vast than the entirey of Texas. Let that sink in for a minute.How would I do it, you ask? How would I stay live? Am I serious? Am I insane? We're going to find out!