Post by adrian65 on Jul 13, 2009 13:25:17 GMT -5
Hi, everyone!
I've been missing the past days, I was rockhounding with some friends. The usual (by now) summer trip we do. It's the 4th year we go in those places, so maybe some pics could be familiar to some of you.
Firstly, the whole team, right after we reached the "camp". We were busy with some beer, not allowing it to get warm. And it didn't
We had a guard there...
... which we fed, but not touch. He constantly kept the safety distance.
And, in the first morning, when the dawn mist was still on...
... we gathered and hit the trails!
While walking upstream on the creek, the first interesting rocks begun to show themselves:
I like this valley not only because of its rocks, but also due to the scenery:
We came back with nice rocks, these are my finds:
This was my best find:
Then, in the after noon, while taking a relaxing walk through the village, we reached the church:
And, looking more carefully at one of the crosses within the church yard, we noticed something I bet you wouldn't expect to see:
the writing says:
In the end of nineteenth century/beginning of the twentieth, people from England came here with mining mills. The area had gold mines. Some of the oldest people in the village (and, sadly, almost all of them are old) still remember those times. Minnie, may you rest in peace! You are far away from your home-country, but still in a beautiful place.
The next day, we explored another creek. Wild look but not as rich in nice rocks as the first one.
The third day we left that village and headed a bit more west for some pet wood. But meantime we had the luck to be able to pay a visit to a local guy who also is rock addicted. His shop is really something extraordinary. He built all the lapidary equipment on his own.
... and, these are not all the tools: some trim saws, small flat laps, drilling machine... all in all, lapidary heaven! And the rocks he's got fully match the machines. I forgot to take pics, except this nice pet wood:
Believe me, after watching his machines and especially his rocks, it was pretty hard to us to continue the rockhounding, but we did. We reached the pet wood spot and found some nice pieces. I was about to hit the lottery with a very big one, but sadly it was very fragile, rotten in the middle and brittle. Look at me digging at it, still full of hope, although the soil was HARD:
I still managed to pick some good solid pieces from the stump, but nothing really impressive.
The next day, the last of our trip, was rainy. Of course this meant nothing for some rockaholicks like us:
We came back home, each of us with a bunch of rocks, with some great memories and with charged batteries. Here's my haul:
Thank you for looking,
Adrian
I've been missing the past days, I was rockhounding with some friends. The usual (by now) summer trip we do. It's the 4th year we go in those places, so maybe some pics could be familiar to some of you.
Firstly, the whole team, right after we reached the "camp". We were busy with some beer, not allowing it to get warm. And it didn't
We had a guard there...
... which we fed, but not touch. He constantly kept the safety distance.
And, in the first morning, when the dawn mist was still on...
... we gathered and hit the trails!
While walking upstream on the creek, the first interesting rocks begun to show themselves:
I like this valley not only because of its rocks, but also due to the scenery:
We came back with nice rocks, these are my finds:
This was my best find:
Then, in the after noon, while taking a relaxing walk through the village, we reached the church:
And, looking more carefully at one of the crosses within the church yard, we noticed something I bet you wouldn't expect to see:
the writing says:
in
LOVING MEMORY
of
Minnie Hollow
Who Died at Tekereu
Jan 29 1894
Aged 5 Years
LOVING MEMORY
of
Minnie Hollow
Who Died at Tekereu
Jan 29 1894
Aged 5 Years
In the end of nineteenth century/beginning of the twentieth, people from England came here with mining mills. The area had gold mines. Some of the oldest people in the village (and, sadly, almost all of them are old) still remember those times. Minnie, may you rest in peace! You are far away from your home-country, but still in a beautiful place.
The next day, we explored another creek. Wild look but not as rich in nice rocks as the first one.
The third day we left that village and headed a bit more west for some pet wood. But meantime we had the luck to be able to pay a visit to a local guy who also is rock addicted. His shop is really something extraordinary. He built all the lapidary equipment on his own.
... and, these are not all the tools: some trim saws, small flat laps, drilling machine... all in all, lapidary heaven! And the rocks he's got fully match the machines. I forgot to take pics, except this nice pet wood:
Believe me, after watching his machines and especially his rocks, it was pretty hard to us to continue the rockhounding, but we did. We reached the pet wood spot and found some nice pieces. I was about to hit the lottery with a very big one, but sadly it was very fragile, rotten in the middle and brittle. Look at me digging at it, still full of hope, although the soil was HARD:
I still managed to pick some good solid pieces from the stump, but nothing really impressive.
The next day, the last of our trip, was rainy. Of course this meant nothing for some rockaholicks like us:
We came back home, each of us with a bunch of rocks, with some great memories and with charged batteries. Here's my haul:
Thank you for looking,
Adrian