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Return to the Rockhound Rambling Center. The Ventura Gem & Mineral Society, Inc. (VGMS)
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| Revenue: | Expenses: | Beginning Balance 2000: |
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| $370.00. | $315.00. | $25.00. |
It was m/s/c to appropriate $55.00 for badge drawings for the year 2000.
From Bonnie Demianiw: Bulletin articles are due by the 10th of the month, no later than the 12th.
From Greg Davis: Since the tri-club meeting Greg has been in contact with field trip chairs from both other clubs. Conejo already has a six month schedule set which they do not want to alter. They also have some dates for other club functions they do not want to change. VGMS and OGMS are welcome on any of their field trips.
From Ray Meisenheimer: Ray has a school tour of the museum scheduled for February 16 which will consist of approximately 100 +/- children and adults. He requested help from members for that day. Ray also provided A.L.A. applications and information on camping in Quartzite.
Finally, Steve Mulqueen asked that some members come early to the regular meeting so they can show other members where the meeting will be held.
There being no further business the meeting was adjourned at 9:35 p.m.
Respectfully submitted,
Nancy Jioras.
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The regular monthly meeting of the Ventura Gem & Mineral Society was called to order by President Steve Mulqueen at 7:30 p.m., on Wednesday, January 26, 2000, at the Bijou room of the Lexington, 5440 Ralston, Ventura, CA. The group was led in the salute to the flag.
Sharlyne Holloway reported one guest, a man named Rod, from the guest home. Three Pebble Pups were present.
Richard Bromser reported interest income for the month of January. Copies of the annual financial report were made available. Richard also had copies of a list of official mineral names which would be very handy for labels in display cases. Those interested could purchase a list for $1 from Richard Bromser.
Jay Baumler reported that donation award tickets are available. The next show meeting will be held on February 16, at 7:30 p.m., at Inez Shakman's house. It was noted that exhibitors were needed for the show. Country Store items are also needed and can be dropped off at the museum on Saturday, February 12 from 9:00 a.m. - noon, or Shirley Layton can make arrangement to pick up items that cannot be delivered to the museum. Inez Shakman offered preprinted postcards for members to send to friends as a reminder for the show.
Steve Mulqueen reminded members that a show chairman will have to be appointed within the next 2-3 months. If none can be found the duties will have to be divided among members.
Kathryn Davis, who was not present at the Christmas party, was installed as 2nd VP and given her pin.
Steve Mulqueen mentioned that he had just received a letter from member Sunny Cross stating ideas for the club. The letter will be discussed at the February Board meeting. He also noted an e-mail from a Mr. Goldstein in Camarillo who is liquidating his deceased father's lapidary workshop.
Sharon Cunningham reminded members that their dues are due!!! Information on current members is necessary in order to print a new membership directory for the year 2000.
Richard Jioras asked for comments on the new meeting location. It was pointed out that transporting the rocks for the silent auction could be a problem. Also some presenters, like the flint knapper, might not work out well in the new location. There were no objections to trying the location for a few months before making a decision. Steve pointed out that this is a mutual trial period for the Lexington administration and residents as well as VGMS. Finally it was noted that the meeting address on membership brochures and show material should be changed.
Greg Davis announced that there will be a field trip to Faria on Sunday, February 13. Attendees should meet at the far end of the public parking lot at 9:00 a.m. He also informed members that the Conejo club has a six month schedule for field trips to which VGMS members are invited. The schedule will be published in the bulletin. Since the show is in March, the next field trip will be in April to Calico. This one could turn into a camp out.
Wayne Ehlers will start a new cab class on Monday evening, March 27. Sign-up sheets will be available at the show.
After the drawings, Richard Jioras gave a slide presentation of their trip to Cozumel, an island off the Yucatan Peninsula, in 1982. The meeting was adjourned to refreshments and social hour at 9:10 p.m.
Respectfully submitted,
Nancy Jioras.
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(We mean big, large, very large. From 5 lbs. to 50 lbs.)
These rocks are suitable for landscaping, architectural, interior decorating, lapidary work.
Materials include jade (nephrite, jadeite), with one jade from Jade Cove weighing about 75 lbs., about 3' long, marble, jasper-agate, mariposite, feldspar (large xtl), red & green imperial jasper, multiple-colored obsidian (rainbow, velvet, golden sheen, etc.), Luna agate, crystal plates, turquoise, chrysocolla, lepidolite on quartz, rose quartz, fluorite, Clear Creek minerals (serpentine with demantoid garnet, other garnets), rhodonite, & others I've forgotten to name.
Velvet obsidian & imperial jaspers in smaller sizes, in bulk.
Slices, slabs, cabs of some of the above.
February 25, 26, 27 2000 - 10:00 am. to 4:00 p.m.
March 3, 4, 5 2000 - 10:00 am. to 4:00p.m.
Weekdays by appointment.
PAUL NOLAN,
135 Sierra Vista Rd., Santa Barbara, Ca, 93108, (805) 969-4393, nolan@silcom.com.
Also: 20" flat top, 14" Highland saw, table.
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Part 5:
In last month's chapter, Nancy and I had finally made it to Wyoming and decided to rest up and clean up in a Rock Springs motel. We were a day early in our planned arrival in Wyoming, so rather than heading into Farson and perhaps not finding anyone at the rock swap site, we opted for a visit to see the area for the Blue Forest petrified wood. Following the directions in our "Rockhounding Wyoming" book, we headed west on Interstate highway 80 out of Rock Springs to exit 83 just west of the town of Green River. We turned north after exiting Highway 80 and went 23 miles on Wyoming 372 to the intersection of Wyoming highway 28. Highway 28 is the east/west highway that takes you to Farson, Landers and points east. Heading east on highway 28, the book said that we should turn north again on CR 8. Not knowing what "CR 8" meant, we traveled the prescribed 8 miles and stopped, and wisdom was revealed to us. "CR 8" is the abbreviation for "County Road 8" (we felt so much smarter!).
Within a mile of turning north on CR 8, we encountered what was to become a common site and menace on the back roads of Wyoming: antelope. These animals are beautiful and abundant and they seem to like racing with motor vehicles. The only problem is if the vehicle is going to win the race, the antelope has a really bad habit of running in front of your car or truck. Not only is this disconcerting, it is almost impossible to stop on a gravel or dirt road. After the first encounter, you have a tendency not to race and give the swift antelope as much space as possible.
After winding our way through the back roads of southwestern Wyoming while following the directions in our book, we finally arrived at the designated area. There was no question that we had found the spot, because there were already 4 or 5 cars parked at the site with people up to their waists swinging picks and shovels. Another identifying feature of the Blue Forest Petrified Wood area is the multitude of holes left from past diggings. The area truly resembles a battle field with craters all around.
Seeking information about the process, we talked to a number of people about where to dig. There were local folks, as well as people who had traveled all the way from Oklahoma, and as with most rockhounds, everyone we talked to was very helpful about locating and digging the beautiful petrified wood. We were directed to one hole where an older couple had been digging since early in the morning. They enthusiastically showed us the 5 inch limb that they had been chasing.
Wanting to see more of the area before jumping into a hole, we jumped back into the truck and drove the many roads and trails in this fairly flat, sage brush country. Stopping at sites that had been worked in the past, we found many small, but beautiful limb rounds that had been discarded by the rockhounds presumably in their search for larger pieces. Encouraged by these small pieces, we decided to return to the group of people and start our efforts in earnest.
Although the weather was still rather hot, we had a strong wind blowing which cooled us a little and kept the bugs away. The wind also taught us that at least half a shovel full of dirt would be blown back into your face, no matter which way you threw it. When they describe digging for Blue Forest Wood in "Rockhounding Wyoming" they advise that you "bring a lunch". We soon found the significance of that statement. When the wood fell in this once ancient bog, it was soon covered with algae. Not only did the wood petrify, but the algae did as well. Now, the wood is opalized and most of the time there is a wonderful layer of blue chalcedony between the wood and the algae. This blue layer gives the wood it's name. And as far as the algae is concerned... well, it is very, very hard.
Digging through the top soil, you'll hit a large, hard object. It doesn't look like wood, and it is not wood, it's the algae. Now, based on our discussion, if there's algae, there's wood. So, with great vigor, you attack this two foot hard ball that you've just unearthed. Because your algae ball is very large, you envision the half of a tree that must be inside. Striking the very large lump of algae, you begin to "peel" way layers of petrified algae just like layers of an onion. Layer after layer drops off as you begin to work up a good sweat and your muscles begin to ache. After 20 minutes of hard work, you are surrounded with a large pile from your layers of petrified algae and sometimes a small one inch branch. Well, on to the next lump. (Remember the older couple that had shown us where they were digging? Later that day, they proudly came by our pit to show us a beautiful 18 inch long section of petrified wood complete with bubbly chalcedony.)
Lucky for Nancy and I that we met another local couple that did a lot of digging for the wood. While we spoke with them, the husband was waist deep in a hole and pulling out beautiful pieces of wood from this massive bank of algae. It was well after noon and the husband finally gave into fatigue and said "uncle". Being the nice folks that they were, he offered us his site with more wood still showing. After saying good bye, I went to the hole and began to unearth some very beautiful pieces of wood for us. While I was digging, Nancy roamed the country side picking discards from other holes. It's still an on-going debate as to who got the prettiest wood.
Late in the afternoon, I was cramping badly and finally gave up. As Nancy and I were packing up to head into Farson for the night, a truck drove up with a father and son from Alabama. It seems that each year, they take a two week vacation to come west and dig petrified wood at different locations. They said that they had dug in this area the year before and had unearthed a tree trunk that was about 10 inches in diameter and around four feet long. When we left them, the dirt was flying and the pick was swinging in their enthusiastic efforts to claim a bit of treasure from the area.
Nancy and I returned down CR 8 to highway 28 (through the herds of antelope again) and turned east toward Farson. Farson is 27 miles away from the Blue Forest site, down a two lane highway lined with animals that threaten to jump in front of your vehicle just for fun. But it also was the site of the Farson Rock Swap, a place that offered free camping and, more importantly, FREE SHOWERS.
Arriving in Farson, Nancy and I were amazed at its size. Centered on a cross roads with a stop sign on each comer, the town extend for a full half block in each direction. On the northeast corner is a turn of the century (1900's) brick building housing the Farson Mercantile (Merc for short). Not only is this a key land mark, it also supplies all the ice cream for the ice cream social held on Saturday night of the rock swap. Sampling the ice cream before the social, we found that $1.75 buys you three huge scoops of some of the most delicious ice cream you've ever tasted. Almost worth the trip just for that.
After checking in at the club trailer we met Carolyn. Carolyn was the event coordinator for the Rock Springs Gem and Mineral Club and she told us that the fee for camping was a donation of a rock for the silent action. We sat and talked with her for almost a half hour while she told us about the field trips, gave us a map of the rock locations and just shared good stories. Having really worked all day, we excused ourselves and headed for the showers. It wasn't long after our heads hit the pillows in our camper that we were sound asleep.
The next morning found our muscles sore from the previous day's work. After a good breakfast at the local diner, with many cups of coffee, we decided that we had enough petrified wood and made the choice of staying around Farson. As we walked around the camp area, we began to meet people from all over the country. There were people from 33 states including Oklahoma, Colorado, Montana, Oregon, and all points in-between. Some folks were beginning to set-up for the rock swap which gave us the opportunity to see materials different from anything we have in California.
Of all the people we met, one will always stand out in our minds. This kind gentleman introduced himself as "Chicken George". During our conversation, we learned that he was from Colorado and was past president of the local rock club in his area. It was great to hear the story of how his rock club built their club house for a grand total of $5,000. They had the land donated to them and, through donations of material and labor, they were able to construct a meeting area, shop and storage area for their club. In this day and age of high cost, that was quite an accomplishment.
Our curiosity finally got the best of us and we asked him how he ever got the name of "Chicken George". It seems that he opened up a chicken joint in his town and for advertisement, he loaded up an eight foot replica of a chicken in the back of his pick-up truck and drove around the town. Not only did people patronize his eatery, they also started calling him "Chicken George" and the name stuck.
Along about mid-morning, Nancy and I decided to see if we could find anything East of Farson. Although we visited a ghost town and crossed the Continental divide a couple of times, our hearts really weren't into going out into the heat for another day of searching for rocks. By the afternoon, we had decided to drive through Farson, say our good-byes, and continue on our way into Idaho. We figured that, with the remaining day light, that we could be well into Idaho by night fall. Although we really liked digging the Blue Forest Wood, and made a commitment to be back in 2000, we were still wanting to see what was over the next hill.
Night fall found us in the town of Soda Springs, Idaho. What we hadn't expected was that this town was quite the tourist attraction. Natural soda spring baths were everywhere, but that put the cost of camping really high. In a effort to get away from the crowds and the find an inexpensive campsite, we drove north out of town along the Portneuf River. About four miles up stream we pulled off into an area that was designated as a "Sportsman Access". Within 10 minutes of parking, we met a game warden who told us that we could camp along the stream at no charge. After a wonderful night of falling asleep to the sounds of the river, we awoke to the singing of birds and a babbling brook. In fact, I was even able to catch a few fish before moving on.
We continued driving west, through Pocatello and on toward Boise. About two thirds through Idaho, we turned off of Highway 84 at a small town called Bliss. We had to get fuel and as we were about to get on the road again, what should we see but another rock shop. Not wanting to miss an opportunity, we stopped in Bob's Rock Shop.
As we walked in, two gentleman were in a friendly, but heated conversation. The older of the two fellows had about a three day growth on his face, an old weathered hat on his head, and held a pipe in hands that looked like they had dug a hundred ton of rocks. The other gentleman, Bob, was obviously the shop owner and was much more city-fide in his dress. Although dressed differently, Bob seemed to hold his own in their heated discussion.
After we had been in the shop for 15 minutes, listening to them discuss everyone and everything, they stopped to take a breath. Bob looked at Nancy and I and asked if we were rock hounds. We replied with a smile and a nod, and Bob asked us where we were from. "Ventura" we said as we blew the dust off of another rock. Hearing where we were from, Bob got a smile on his face and asked us "what ever happened to that 'old' fossil guy - Bruno?" When you're as famous as our Bruno, your name is uttered even in the small towns around the country. (Actually, Bob was from the southern California area and had met Bruno many times) After sharing stories and telling Bob about the "OLD GUY", Bruno, Nancy and I said good-bye and resumed our drive across Idaho.
Our goal in Idaho was to spend a couple of days with some friends and to drive up the state to the star garnets fields near Fernwood, Idaho. Unfortunately, our plans with the friends didn't work out, but we did make the drive to see the garnets. The drive up the length of Idaho is a long one, but the beauty of the state is outstanding. At about 3:00 in the afternoon, we pulled into the parking area for the garnets. We then made the short quarter of a mile hike to the registration hut to see what could be found and how you go about finding star garnets. Since the ranger was out in the field, we followed the well worn path up the east creek to see the area.
Now, for those of you who have never hunted star garnet (like Nancy and I), here's the story. First, you build a small dike to divert the stream away from where you want to dig. Then you commence to dig a hole (make it as big as your energy will allow), carefully screening each shovel full of gravel through your sifter in the cooooold stream water. Once you have cleaned your screen load of gravel, you carefully examine it for anything that looks like a garnet. After you're satisfied that you have gotten all the semi-precious rocks from that shovel load, you dump the tailings somewhere other than your hole and continue to dig. While we were there, it was overcast with a light drizzle (just two days before it was in the 100 degrees) and the temperature was in the high forties.
The people that we watched dig that day were down about 5 to 6 feet, into the garnet bearing schist. While we walked around the site, we saw quite a few garnets come to the surface. Most of the garnets were about the size of a small marble to that of a large marble, but we did see two that were the size of a golf ball. When cut and polished in a high dome shape, these garnets exhibit a star pattern just like the star sapphire.
With rain in the forecast for the next day, Nancy and I wimped out and decided not to subject ourselves to the cold and rain in search of a few baubles. Instead, we drove south in hopes of unearthing other trinkets along the Oregon/Idaho border. Maybe someday we will return with more energy and determination, and maybe we will find a colorful star patterned golf ball.
(In the next issue, we find more opalized wood, Sun stones and visit the famed Virgin Valley of Nevada.)
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