JLeonhardy
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- Nov 25, 2013
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- Primary Interest:
- All Treasure Hunting
Many years ago a friend of mine, Corbin Harney (wiki him up, it's a good read) invited me to camp at this ol' concrete warm spring tub off Furnace Creek Road. About thirty miles uphill from there is a hole on the west side of the blown out caldera that is Kingston Mountain that I started digging in '88 or '89. Pulled some serious poundage of deepdeep purple over the years. My first trip back there in almost 15 years.
That hole? It's a forty foot trench now, back filled five feet deep from the folks that came in behind me. The deep purple is still there, but it would take 10 to 12 hours of labor to get the overburden off, so I just sifted some buckets, wandered for ground scores and scouted for new holes in the future.
One shard of gem quality, two (very) rare citrines -- the naturally cooked king, not the naturally grown dioxide -- and out of nowhere, laying on flat high ground with no apparent host rock ANYwhere, a flake of poppy jasper.
And lots of eye candy...
That hole? It's a forty foot trench now, back filled five feet deep from the folks that came in behind me. The deep purple is still there, but it would take 10 to 12 hours of labor to get the overburden off, so I just sifted some buckets, wandered for ground scores and scouted for new holes in the future.
One shard of gem quality, two (very) rare citrines -- the naturally cooked king, not the naturally grown dioxide -- and out of nowhere, laying on flat high ground with no apparent host rock ANYwhere, a flake of poppy jasper.
And lots of eye candy...