The Rubber Room

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You really should switch to Darjeeling tea.
 

so el pipiwhitepaws <spelled correctly finally, :laughing7: So that is where they developed the expression "Here's mud in yer eye"??

Don Jose de La Mancha (sheesh, learn something every day)

p.s. Rene, gonna let a lil thing like a jealous hubby come between us ???
 

We both like donkeys, I hear, right, Unreal?
 

I am referring to my donkey Jackson. See my album.
 

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Howdy Sheperdess,

Hate to butt in here, but in case you don't like mules, you will fall in love with them after seeing this video. They out perform horses in many ways, such as being stronger, more sure footed, able to jump fences with ease, and being protective of their rider. I know Don Jose will enjoy it.
 

I forgot to warn Pip not to watch it, I hope he is not having flashbacks.
 

no flashbacks here..waiting until the bruising and wound heal...

nice video...smart critter.

Donald,

Trust you are getting better:dontknow:

Speaking of "waiting until the bruising and wound heal", I received this newspaper article from Bob Corbin this morning:



Have to watch out for abusive cayus' and tall curbs in Georgia.:laughing7:

Take care,

Joe
 

ya...being a thief is bad enough.being a stupid thief is dangerous.

I had read that article a few weeks ago...just what did that guy think marines do?
kick a and take names.
 

I Found the Rubber Room

This is my first time posting here but many of you have seen me in the mountains, flipping over large rocks to find centipedes, scorpions and the like underneath. These are my treasures, I have no interest in looking for gold in volcanic tuff. One of the big clues that I was getting close to finding the largest and most vibrant centipede of North America was finding this ancient petroglyph : petroglyph2.webp
I know I'm on the right track because of this warning sign of thousands of years ago. It is the only myriapod in the area with significant venom to merit such signage. I followed the creek bed from here. The animal stays close to underground water and is mostly subterranean. I walked a few miles checking under boulders. I thought I saw a huge beast flying through the sky at one point, I hid to avoid detection. Only a naked girl with a hang-glider. I hate skinny girls. She did not see me but I certainly saw too much of her. I came upon a cave but it seemed too dry and no centipedes. It was caved in at the bottom. I took the steps back up. Further along the wash I found a nice rock to flip, this one probably 500lbs. I know what you're thinking, that I am lying about being able to overturn such a boulder, but it is not so much about strength but leverage and momentum, namely standing on top, rocking and pulling and also I have been described as a "hairless gorilla". Under there were no bugs of interest but you guesses it, a hole that looked like a natural crevasse leading down. It had a cool damp smell and I knew there were giant centipedes and not to mention Paraphrynus and other species of interest inside. I suspected this hole connected to the other side of the caved in cave I found. I put on my headlamp and squeezed into the opening, had a moment of panic that I could not back out of this if it did not open enough for me to turn around and I was by myself. I slid down like a snake and it finally opened into a larger tunnel where I could crawl. I had to leave my pack upside and I had one Prringles container to capture one Giant Centipede or several smaller items. I came to a larger tunnel that went left or right. I could almost stand up but I was panting for oxygen. I tried to slow my heart down and relax. Stay calm and you can breath longer. There was a chamber up ahead, it looked odd to me and when I touched it, it was made of rubber. More specifically, Spruce Gum. It was not really a chamber I found, but a vessel lodged into a chamber. It had what looked like air tubes going up from the top. Both sides were torn open from the inside and the tunnel was wider on the other side, wider than the vessel itself. There were bones of various animals and a pile of shiny black stones. They were not like obsidian, but kind of purple. My air was running out, in fact I was nearly blacking out and starting to hear voices. I walked back to the light and started sucking air out of the small tunnel that went up and put my arms up in it first and then wormed my way back to the surface. I took a short nap and woke up thinking I had almost died and did not collect a single specimen. I tipped the boulder back over the hole and walked back to the car. I feel bad I left a Pringels can donw in the tunnel, please throw it away for me if you find it.
 

This is my first time posting here but many of you have seen me in the mountains, flipping over large rocks to find centipedes, scorpions and the like underneath. These are my treasures, I have no interest in looking for gold in volcanic tuff. One of the big clues that I was getting close to finding the largest and most vibrant centipede of North America was finding this ancient petroglyph :View attachment 934583
I know I'm on the right track because of this warning sign of thousands of years ago. It is the only myriapod in the area with significant venom to merit such signage. I followed the creek bed from here. The animal stays close to underground water and is mostly subterranean. I walked a few miles checking under boulders. I thought I saw a huge beast flying through the sky at one point, I hid to avoid detection. Only a naked girl with a hang-glider. I hate skinny girls. She did not see me but I certainly saw too much of her. I came upon a cave but it seemed too dry and no centipedes. It was caved in at the bottom. I took the steps back up. Further along the wash I found a nice rock to flip, this one probably 500lbs. I know what you're thinking, that I am lying about being able to overturn such a boulder, but it is not so much about strength but leverage and momentum, namely standing on top, rocking and pulling and also I have been described as a "hairless gorilla". Under there were no bugs of interest but you guesses it, a hole that looked like a natural crevasse leading down. It had a cool damp smell and I knew there were giant centipedes and not to mention Paraphrynus and other species of interest inside. I suspected this hole connected to the other side of the caved in cave I found. I put on my headlamp and squeezed into the opening, had a moment of panic that I could not back out of this if it did not open enough for me to turn around and I was by myself. I slid down like a snake and it finally opened into a larger tunnel where I could crawl. I had to leave my pack upside and I had one Prringles container to capture one Giant Centipede or several smaller items. I came to a larger tunnel that went left or right. I could almost stand up but I was panting for oxygen. I tried to slow my heart down and relax. Stay calm and you can breath longer. There was a chamber up ahead, it looked odd to me and when I touched it, it was made of rubber. More specifically, Spruce Gum. It was not really a chamber I found, but a vessel lodged into a chamber. It had what looked like air tubes going up from the top. Both sides were torn open from the inside and the tunnel was wider on the other side, wider than the vessel itself. There were bones of various animals and a pile of shiny black stones. They were not like obsidian, but kind of purple. My air was running out, in fact I was nearly blacking out and starting to hear voices. I walked back to the light and started sucking air out of the small tunnel that went up and put my arms up in it first and then wormed my way back to the surface. I took a short nap and woke up thinking I had almost died and did not collect a single specimen. I tipped the boulder back over the hole and walked back to the car. I feel bad I left a Pringels can donw in the tunnel, please throw it away for me if you find it.

Pringle's with your coffee?
Don Jose
 

Found my first crawl hole mine recently, not much to look at, just big enough to lay flat and chip away the rock around you. Less than 15 feet in, whatever he was digging for probably tapped out, so no point in sealing the hole.

Then I looked around at where I was and the questions started running through my mind. High up on that ledge looking out over the mountains, rolling landscape covered in cacti and scrub, occasional patches of cottonwoods in the distant washes to remind me how far it was to get back to the truck and eventually home. Just a few hours walking and some driving. Thought about the modern conveniences while drinking filtered water and looking at my phone to check the time.

Most likely the person who was digging that hole never imagined a phone or even one that tells time and has pictures in it. Was he here alone, maybe a few compadres working other holes in the area. Did he have family, how long would it take him to get home, did he get home or did tragedy befall him leaving a family behind. Was he forced to work or paid, maybe he was able to enjoy the grandeur of what God had laid out before his eyes, maybe a touch of remorse for being so far from home.

I will never know about the person that dug in that rock, or even when, it is humbling to think that somebody was digging high up on that cliff, toiling in a small hole with the rhythm of metal on metal to fill the hours. Not the most noble work, but it did have a profound effect on the way I think about what it must have been like to live that life.

These are just a few things that ran through my mind, sorry if it seems a bit sappy, but it truly is a humbling experience when you think about it from my perspective.
 

Found my first crawl hole mine recently, not much to look at, just big enough to lay flat and chip away the rock around you. Less than 15 feet in, whatever he was digging for probably tapped out, so no point in sealing the hole...

... I will never know about the person that dug in that rock, or even when, it is humbling to think that somebody was digging high up on that cliff, toiling in a small hole with the rhythm of metal on metal to fill the hours. Not the most noble work, but it did have a profound effect on the way I think about what it must have been like to live that life...

Take a dog along - they're real good at finding things.

Aggie door 2 .webp
 

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