April 22, 2008
I sat thinking this evening about strange obsessions, autistic tendencies. And I realize i have one: if there is a pile of interesting rocks, especially along river or water banks, I have to sit down and spend time quietly examining them. Making piles. Sorting. Finding the truly special ones. We have a collection of rocks we’ve brought back from around the world. White marble from France. Mica (muscovite) from South Dakota. Half a thunderegg from the Steens.
I think I want to be a rockhound. I just don’t know where to start.
Even during our honeymoon, I, distracted by rocks in Canada.
Was in Death Valley a few weeks ago camping near Hole-in-the-Wall. I sat down and within arm’s length I easily found a dozen rocks that I couldn’t live without. Really bizarre formations. Of course, you can’t remove rocks from Death Valley…
So I set up a rock garden so I could enjoy them while I was there.
That’s where I’d start.
greg
There are lots of rockhounding clubs in Oregon. I may start attending the Friday meetings of the Oregon Agate and Mineral Society (http://www.oregonagate.org). They just put on a great Agate and Mineral Show at OMSI last weekend. There is also a book about rockhounding in Oregon called Gem Trails of Oregon (http://www.amazon.com/exec/obidos/ASIN/1889786446/oregonrockhounds). AND if you ever get to Newport, Facets is a great rockhound store.