Off and on throughout the weekend, we processed two fifty-pound bags of sapphire gravel down at the lakeshore. The gravel originated from a mine located on the opposite shore of the lake maybe six miles distant from our lakefront by way of the water.
Spoiler alert:
the bags—purchased from a shop on York Road operated by the mine owner—are
“seeded” with sapphires to ensure every bag has a few. Seeded or not, finding a sapphire is finding
a sapphire.
There is no
downside.
In addition to
finding jewels in the dirt, a flying jewel beetle made its way to our gathering
and landed on my brother-in-law, Terry.
Jewel beetles are nothing less than spectacular. They are something akin to a custom-made
hotrod compared to the standard pickup-truck-type beetles typically waddling
around at our feet.
Jewel Beetle
Me Processing the
Gravel
Sapphires (and
Other) Findings
—Mitchell Hegman
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