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We made it to the Mountain at around 8:00 AM Sunday. I was a bit stiff but not crippled as I had feared I might be after ignoring my neck and back the previous day. Knowing that Ron and Faye didn't have much success on Saturday, I asked Ron if he would like to help me dig out my hole. After helping Faye set up some tables near the entrance to sell some of their rocks, Ron joined me at my spot where I had already begun tearing down the wall. After a couple hours of digging, we finally got down to where I had left off the day before. Our hope that the pocket continued further into the wall was soon dashed as it completely pinched off. Only slightly deterred and still optimistic, we followed the vein in search of the next big pocket. Within a short time, we managed to find a small pocket. Although not nearly as large as the previous pocket, this newer one contained a fair amount of excellent material that was good enough to satisfy Ron. When this pocket closed off, we decided to call it an early day. Just as we were starting to wrap our stuff, Chrissy showed up to help out. It was just around noon when we made our way back out for lunch and to visit with friends.

Sunday morning, while Ron and I were digging in the east pit, Chrissy scratched around in the west pit in her never ending quest to find rutile. She discovered a large rock made up of mostly fine-grained pyrophyllite and mica with small rutile crystals. Chrissy transported the rock back by golf cart and left it in the care of Charlie and Greg while she headed back to see what Ron and I were up to. It was her plan to have me break up the rock to see if there were more and larger rutile crystals inside when I got back from what I was doing. The rock ended up producing a number of specimens containing rutile crystals from micro up to around 3/4-inch wide.