Above: our attempt
at panning gold at the creek
(zero profit, of course). Below:
touring the mines -- plenty scary
for one little girl here... you
see, pictures were taken with
a flash, but otherwise it's pitch
dark in there, right? And my
man kept walking away, leaving
me all alone in the dim, damp
Below: views of the town and its means of transportation (horsies, mostly, and your own two feet).
Below: Ballarat entertainment. Witness a gold smelter make an honest-to-god gold brick (and promptly lock it away in a safe box), observe a candlemaker dip a few multicolored candles in front of you (all real and for sale), cover your ears as the Red Soldiers fire away their blanks, and play a game or two at the bowling alley.