... the place is a riot of color. All (of) the hills have a distinctive green hue to them from all (of) the new growth brightly accentuated by many different kinds of flowers... varied greens... and whites and yellows, pinks, purples, reds, oranges and always the promise of new flowers, particularly from the cactus which all have flower buds.
... a rain storm approaching. I curtailed further explorations and headed
back to camp. I reinforced the tarp... after that, a Cup O Noodles and a candy bar, several
glasses of water and here we are... I think I'll head up and take some action shots of the
guys... Well, maybe not, a new squall is just about to come over, the clouds are a thick
sheet and rain drops are splattering on the tarp, which is fitfully trying to rip itself
apart in an escalating wind.
I waited out the rain and then headed up... and took several more photos. I noticed the Excavator was running with its hood up... (the) equipment wasn't working right and was overheating. What could I do? I told him to do the best he could. Using this as an excuse, I made for town. I met (my local friends) coming up with my groceries... said my thanks... and headed back to camp. (The guys) had already left... (though they) came back later and pulled the radiator and cleaned it of a bunch of (stuff which had been) choking the shroud. I took off again (for town)... and filed my paperwork for another year and from there, I headed out of town for Garden Creek and Keystone... (and had to) turn around by near white-out conditions. Driving winds and snow, snow, snow. I had dinner (with my friends), it was good and hot. Better then Cup O Noodles! I headed out around 9:00... at 9:30 I was back in camp in the cold, damp rain... I put another layer on... it was cold.
An absolutely gorgeous scene.
This is a great shot of the guys working at opening the new trench. Here they're removing
the overburden to expose the productive horizon beneath it which we'll mine later in the week
for specimens. Note the threatening look to the sky surrounding the guys, there's no place to
hide on a bald hill.
Tuesday the 7th, I woke once in the night and found camp white in clouds. In the morning it was clearer and the clouds a bit higher. Snow covered the hills to the east... (My guy) got the Excavator going... and (has) had zero problems after that (thank goodness)... The day, it was cold, cold and windy, windy. And then it snowed and snowed and rained when it wasn't... We've a decent trench about 100 feet long and when fully opened up, maybe 20 feet wide. Tomorrow looks like the first day of actual mining. Boy, oh boy, fingers crossed!!
Wednesday the 8th, I got up and cooked up some cocoa. It snowed last night and four more times today and is snowing and raining now. The sky is dark and there is more fun coming. I started to feel it around 4:00 pm'ish... there has been virtually no heulandite... quartz geodes have been decently abundant, the largest was 2 x 1 foot... mordenite pockets have also been large on occasion and up to 1 1/2 foot wide and a foot tall. Big wide open things and nearly all dirty, stained... the majority of the recovered calcites have come from mordenite pockets... and small clay covered stilbites... (and) two laumontite pockets too... There were times when there were over a dozen pockets exposed on the wall, I just wish so much that they'd contained heulandite! And so the expenses continue to mount... (I had) a nice evening, it's now 10:29 and things are winding down.
Pockets, pockets everywhere and the heulandite I'm mining for? Non-existent.
These are quartz and mordenite lined pockets.
Whoopee! Look at all that treasure! One hundred feet of trench, 3 days with two pieces
of equipment and what do I have to shown for it... squat! I'll have to do a lot better then this!
Thursday the 9th, It froze last night... and basically, I'm trying to stay warm... Over the course of the day we opened the largest pocket thus far from the claim. It was 4 1/2 by nearly 1 1/2 foot (in diameter). It was choked full of mordenite and calcite and was more or less (junk), still what a monster. Now if only I could find a killer heulandite pocket that big!
Working away at an all too familiar appearing blank wall.
That's one big black hole there in that wall. Too bad that with a pocket that large,
that its plates were only worth discarding to the ground below.
Report continued . . . . . . .
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