Let’s back up and fill in Tim’s life before meeting Lynn…
He grew up in Western Colorado, near Grand Junction, where his dad worked in a generating plant and his mom devoted herself to volunteer work. His high school was small (graduating class of ten), but it featured a shop where he learned to weld and where he made a desk and a boat. After graduation he bought a hundred-dollar car and hit the road, off to Denver and then down to Arizona and to where an uncle lived in Scottsdale. He gave his uncle a call and the trajectory of his life took a turn, his uncle saying, “Come over here right now – I need some help.” Turns out his uncle had bought mining claims near Quartsite and wanted Tim to help with exploratory drilling. That land would eventually yield a gold mine that’s still operating today.
But that mine was years in the future and young Tim wasn’t settling down just yet; no he soon was traveling the western U.S., working as an equipment operator, building roads and doing heavy construction. Nevertheless, he did stop long enough to get married and start a family that grew to three kids. But then life handed him as surprise. As he put it, “My wife decided she didn’t want to be a mom.” Oops. So Tim took over as a single dad.
Eventually, as the kids got to be school-age, Tim decided he needed they needed to be in one school and he settled into a mobile home park back in Colorado, near Aspen. His son had a pal in the mobile home park and one day told Tim that the two had decided to trade bicycles. “I didn’t think it was a fair trade,” Tim recalled, “with the friend getting the short end. So I told them they had to get his mom to OK the plan.” That mom was Lynn.
Recalling those early days with Lynn, Tim smiled and said, “My daughters had reached that age where young girls go stupid on you, and I enjoyed having someone to talk to about raising kids.” And they talked about everything else, Tim adding, “She’s very intelligent, and not just smart but good people.” They married, their blended families living near Rifle, Colorado.
Then, fate coming back around, a friend asked Tim to help him haul equipment to a mine in Alaska. They ended up visiting nearby mines, one turned out to be for sale, and Tim came home to Lynn and announced, “I think we just bought a mine.”
They moved to Alaska, Lynn became an accomplished equipment operator, and the mine began turning out gold. You can see in the photo below the beautiful countryside approaching the mine, with the mine itself located near the lowest point in the mountain range you see in the distance. (If you click on the photo you’ll see a short video.)