I’ve caught a bug, or rather, a bug has caught me and I don’t want to pass on my germs. Sorry, but I’ll have to cancel our coffee date. I think the last weekend of wall-to-wall rocks and minerals did me in. A few nights of insomnia, long days travelling, scrabbling in the dirt, and meeting plenty of people are the perfect combination to weaken an immune system.
Reiner and I spent Friday morning at the Ancaster fairgrounds rubbing shoulders with our fellow rockhound dealers and friends. And hordes of children. The first day of this show is open to school kids. You know, those children, the ones who are sharing all sorts of germs and bugs and stuff.
Saturday morning we were up bright and early and on the road to Fernleigh. You won’t know the place unless you are a mineral collector. We were looking for a kyanite and staurolite occurrence. Actually, I was dreading it. The weather was spectacular – clear blue skies and warm for the season. “What’s to dread?”you ask. The rock outcrop in question is out in the open, under the hot blazing sun. I do not tolerate heat very well. Especially the high noon kind.
[Un]fortunately, someone had blocked the access road. “Ah, bummer,” I said to Reiner while I silently said a prayer of thanks to whomever was responsible for the divine intervention. We continued along the road to see if there might be another way in. The occurrence runs some 30 km parallel to the highway.
“That new subdivision back there. It goes to the lake. Think that’s worth checking out?” I said.
“Maybe,” he said.
We drove up and down the highway a couple of times. Each stop was a bust.
“The subdivision, let’s go there!”
“OK,” he said, more by way of humouring me than anything else.
Well, well, well… nice and cool and shady by the shore of a lake, guess what I found?
After we finished our collecting, we drove to our motel on Sharbot Lake. We took the scenic route. Ok, we had no choice, as it was the only route, but man! Is there such a thing as too much scenery? The historic Frontenac road offers everything you could want in a fall scenic tour: winding roads, rocks and lakes and gorgeous colours. I felt a bit overwhelmed by it all.
Our motel room overlooked the lake. That was about the only good point of our overnight stay. The room was large, but hot, humid, and smelled of damp. We ran the AC all night, which no doubt exposed me to more airborne goodies.
The third stop of our weekend was in Norwood for the annual mineral swap at the fairgrounds. More shoulder-rubbing with rockhounds and more triumphant gloating as I retold the story of how I found the staurolite. Yes, me. I found it. Me.
The trip home was as scenic as the rest. We took the back roads. One of the most difficult aspects of these weekends away is the re-entry to the chaos of the 400 series highways. Even though it will take two or three hours longer, we’d rather have the road to ourselves.
Monday was wash up day and Tuesday I woke with a cold.
I remember an episode of Mary Tyler Moore where she had a cold. She said that it’s three days coming, three days with you, and three days leaving. Today should be the first of the “three days with you” part. Right on schedule.
In other news: My school work is under control. Mid-term exams are scheduled over the next couple of weeks. I’ve also been busy with my volunteer work at FWIC. I spent a lot of time on social medial this past Wednesday, promoting #IAmWI – an effort to dispel the “jam and Jerusalem” image of women’s institutes.
So, that’s me. Hope you’ve been well? Drop a line if you’ve got the time. Would love to hear from you.
Categories: Mineral Collecting