Having been born and raised in Utah in the Salt Lake Valley, a young neighbor kid came to me one day and asked if there was anywhere he could go pan. I suggested he might pan the creek that flows from Little Cottonwood, which dumped into the Jordan River only about 2 miles from where we lived at the time.
A few days later he came to me with a small nugget, half the size of a grain of rice. Told me he panned where the creek entered the Jordan. Only one nugget, but even it was a bit of a surprise.
Harold