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The last rock collecting of the summer. It was real hot out there. The captions for the various photographs are directly below each.


Unloading supplies for a day out in the wilds of New Mexico. 30+ miles to the site where we park the truck, 2+ miles to site. Jeff drives the four wheeler out, and he does very well now, although we have flipped it a few times, and have had to work with pick and shovel to make a decent passable road. I ride on the front of the 4 wheeler when I can, which is most of the way. We get sliding down the mountain sometimes, you cannot help it, the road is very rocky and the soft tires sometimes lose their grip. It is rather a rush to go sliding sideways, legs askew, thinking spastically HOOOOHOOOOOO will this be the one we can't stop? So far so good and we are careful, and though this is dangerous work, wouldn't trade it.
This stone is rare and hard to get. The vein we were collecting from ran out today. We were not able to find any more of suitable quality. As Elmer is know to say: TH-TH-TH-Thats ALL Folks!


Some places I have to get off the Honda and walk; we had to build a rock ramp up the side of the mountain here, to hook up to an existing trail, or we would never have been able to find this site. Jeff and the mechanical horse navigate this nicely now.


Flowers for the Ladies. This is a common cactus out here in New Mexico, called the cholla I believe, which is pronounced CHOYA. It is also known as the jumping cactus, because it sure does like to reach out and touch someone. Anyone. Admire its blossoms from afar. Or with a telephoto. THANX NETTI.


Necessities.


This guy needs a shave bad. Sorry for the skin head, do not mean anything by it. I cut my own hair, so for like two weeks out of every two months, it loox like this. This is just one of those times. Luck of the draw I suppose. Good protective clothing is a must in the field. Hi Mom!


Took break here today. I learned a lot from studying this place.


Another mine entrance, they are everywhere. I did not go in this one as there were a lot of bees doing maneuvers in and out the hole. Winner-the-pooh-head might consider going in after some hunney, honey, but I myself was reminded of Stephen Kings SHINING, where the guy repairing the roof sees bees and imagines himself running off the 3 story high roof to escape them. The character graphically imagines himself being transformed from a lucid reasoning human being, into a wailing ape, in like three seconds flat. Pretty funny, but don't want to be no wailing ape.


The ghost of your host. OR -- What it looks like as I ride on the front of the fourwheeler and look downward.


The last of the vein.


Always take time to photograph exoskeletal materials clinging to the sides of rox.


Massive Orthoclase Crystal. This classic exhibits some twinning, and is nearly two feet long! I estimate its weight at 60 pounds.



Time 2 Go.


We lose traction almost every time on this last hill, its gnarly. Rush City. Yow.



Going Home. Thats Big Hatchet Peak in the background. Big and Distinctive. Beautiful, and a book in itself, plus plus.

Thanks a lot for stopping by.....b