I live in an amazing place for collecting rocks. You, literally, cannot pick up a rock to throw without first checking to see if it is a keeper specimen. I look for pretty rocks at most every step as I wander the area around my house.
A few days ago, following a
rainstorm, I found a prettyish rock in the middle of our road as I walked down
to the lake. I have walked that same
section of road many hundreds—maybe thousands—of times. But this time, a swirl of red in the rock
called to me.
I scratched the rock from the
hardpack with another sharply pointed rock and stuffed it in my pocket.
Yesterday, I lugged the rock
down to Kevin’s house near the lake to cut it on the lapidary saw we share.
The ability to saw rock in two
rocks adds an amazing new dimension to rockhounding. It does for rock collecting what the MRI does
for medicine. An amazing level of (normally)
unseen inside details can be revealed.
Sawing the stone in two did not
disappoint me. When I showed Kevin the
cut rock, he said it best. “I love the
inside of rocks,” he said.
My “Road” Rock
— Mitchell Hegman
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