Last Friday we went on an adventure. With an article I found online with what seemed like good, detailed directions, we took off for the Hauser Geode Beds in search of geodes. You know, geodes are the Cracker Jacks of the rock world…ugly round rocks with a prize inside.
Anyway, the ninety-minute drive was pleasant, and after a few misturns (the directions were not as good as I had hoped and the ‘graded road’ had possibly, once in the past century, been driven on by a road grader, but hey), we managed to find an area that looked like the pictures and beckoned us with hope at finding a slew of geodes.
We got out of the truck with excitement and hope and realized our next problem. None of the six of us in this adventure had any idea of how to go about finding a cache of geodes.
As the troops began to fan out in hopes of stubbing a toe on a geode (and in fact, some WERE found that way!) I spied an old beat up truck parked not far off. Thinking that maybe we could use some coaching, I voluntold Karl to accompany me, and we set off. Sure enough, the epitome of an old prospector and his (sweet) dog Jasper were about neck deep into a man-made hole with buckets and buckets of geodes surrounding them.
Jerry was very nice, and invited us to join him while he demonstrated, taught, and answered our questions about geodes and at the end of the day I walked about with two bags full! What fun, what luck!
Now on to the next adventure…figuring out how to reveal the prize inside!
