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Hello again rock-heads:
On Sunday, I returned to the Sacramento Mineral Society’s 75th Annual Gem Show. After not seeing people on Saturday (I had several other things going on — I will probably write about one of them in the next few days), I returned on Sunday to see people in high spirits — vendors, customers and club members. The floor was not packed, but people came to spend some money. This seems to be a turn-around from the last couple of years. Does this mean we have an uptick in the rock-hound consumer confidence index? Did we have the vendors with the mix of things people wanted to buy? Hard to say, but as I mingled shopped and photographed, the feedback was positive. Vendors made money and people went home with nice new prizes.
At the silent auction, business was a bit slower than on Friday, but for those who came up, there were deals to be had: labradorite, agate, jasper, thundereggs, geodes, jade, fluorite, sheen obsidian, vesuvianite… slabs, rough, specimens… I even acquired what I’m pretty sure is a fulgurite. Toward the end of the afternoon, the already cheap prices dropped further. Rock bottom prices (bad pun intended) were available and taken advantage of
The “take” on the auction was a bit over $1200, clearing the $1000 needed to award the scholarship to a Sac State geology student in his junior year. The student was actually unable to be there, as he was on a field trip. Many thanks to our many customers who made this scholarship possible (some spend in excess of $100, returning again and again as new treasures went out onto the table).
At 4PM, the fun was over (not really), and it was time for the real work to begin — clean-up.
Rarely have I seen such chaos move so smoothly. As the vendors packed up, and it was clear that they had done this once or twice before, club members lent a hand, assembled the club’s property (many folding tables, power cords and display cases, as well as left-over rock and various other goodies) and generally performed a thorough cleaning. It was not necessary to have ADD to be there, but it probably would have helped. By 7PM, it was hard to believe there had been a show with about forty vendors, a score of club members, and hundreds of customers. We were all intact, tired, but in good spirits. Vendor vehicles were riding low, though higher when they’d arrived; customers’ and club members’ vehicles were lower than they’d arrived….
Hope to see you next year.
Hello rock-heads, and happy 11.11.11….
Today I attended and worked at the first day of the 75th Annual Gem Show for the Sacramento Mineral Society. As in previous years, it is being held at the Scottish Rite Center at 6151 “H” St., Sacramento, CA (very near CSUS aka Sac State).
The show boasts dealers of slabs, specimens, beads and jewelery making supplies (findings). The club also provides the ever-popular prize wheel for juniors, geode cutting, hourly and daily raffles, a grand prize raffle, educational materials and a silent auction. The auction raises funds for an annual scholarship for a CSUS student majoring in Geology or Earth Science. I worked this table, helping Joy who is always a gas (I will avoid the obvious pun). And, of course, I also made a few purchases toward this worthy cause (some of which are shown in the gallery below):
(Joy helping a customer)
(Thunderegg slice with Montana-like agate)
(Blue lace agate)
(Colorful “Onyx” i.e. calcite, not actual onyx)
Sharing the stage on which auction takes place, is the skeleton of a Siberian cave bear (approximately 50,000-70,000 years old). It is on display courtesy of Applegate Lapidary, and is the last time this skeleton will be shown to the public.
(I will also get a side-view when I return on Sunday).
As a lapidary, I tend to visit the slab/rough dealers. A few of the dealers carried some slabs, but it is not their primary focus. Garth Duncan, proprietor of Gems of an Idea, however, carries slabs galore. With at least 20 linear feet of table space, largely occupied by tubs of slabs, one can purchase an astonishing array of jaspers, agates, jade, tiger eye, rhodonite, and some mystery rocks. Among other purchases from Garth, I was unable to resist some very unusual old-stock a slice of possible Botswana agate, a heel cut of Dryhead agate,Stone Canyon jasper in deep orange colors and a piece of tiger eye embedded in some (Graveyard Point-like plume agate):
Further scrutinizing what dealers have to offer, I succumbed to the sweet siren song of some gemmy Utah dinosaur bone (“gembone”) from Tom’s Rocks:
Of course, any gem show is incomplete without visiting the jade dealers. We are lucky enough to have Mike and Joan Burkleo of Friends of Jade come to our show most years. Not only do they sell suiseki, slicks and cobbles, but also carved and crafted jade items. Of these, my favorite (and completely out of my price range) are the jade knives, displayed illuminated to show their translucence:
Perhaps one day…
Since I was working, I was unable to get photos of all the dealers. Some I could not get due to lighting issues or not wanting to interfere with customers. In any case, I will try again on Sunday. These fine folks include sellers of magnificent crystal specimens, a mind-boggling array of meteorites and other fine materials. To finish, here are some more assorted photos I did get:
Gil Gonzalez, benitoite dealer/club member:
Joy Shopping at Garth’s booth:
Carrie helping a lucky winner at the prize wheel:
Bobbie working the raffle booth:
Green River Formation fossils atApplegate lapidary (owners of the cave bear):
Well, that is all for now. I have other plans for tomorrow, but I will be returning on Sunday.
The morning of Saturday, September 24, 2011 started the way that Justin and I prefer – with a tasty tamale from Montoya’s stand at the Davis Farmers Market. After buying more provisions, Justin and I headed home packed and went to pick up his best friend, Jasper (at least a third generation rock aficionado). Another friend of Justin’s and his dad were supposed to join us, but had to cancel a few days ago.
We headed north on Highway 113, and then I-5 to the Newgrass sounds of Railroad Earth (I always find jam-bands to be excellent driving music). North of Woodland, out of reach of the Delta Breeze, the temperatures climbed steadily, but less so than would have been the case just one day earlier. The obscuring haze, obscuring the Coast Range and Sutter Buttes last month on our trip to Trinidad, was still present. I imagine it will be, until a good rip-roaring wind or a cleansing rain.
After around an hour an a half, at Orland, we turned west on Highway 32 for another short jaunt. During a ten-minute delay, due to road construction, I entertained myself by watching the darting dragonflies (variegated meadowhawks) along the roadway. After the wait, we were guided through the cone-slalom by a pilot car. Along the three miles of “construction zone,” I saw maybe a half-dozen ten- to fifty-yard stretches actually being repaved. Oh well.
When we reached the lake, it was in the upper 80s, which was a pleasant change from the trip a little more than two years ago, when we’d roasted in 105-degree weather. Happy to have missed a repeat by a day, I took a short detour to see the dam and the actual Black Butte.
The dam and the view of the lake’s name-sake were nice, but I was highly distracted by the abudance of dragonflies: dozens of variegated meadowhawks, flitted and landed on bushes, some even posing for pictures. I also saw about a half-dozen black saddlebags and two common green darners, but of course, these species did not land or pose for pictures (one of these days… I got close to photographing a California darner twice this year, but that’s another story).
We had gone up with directions to a couple of new places to look, but none panned out. The outlet of Stony Creek below the dam was running too high to expose any rocks. Other creek-beds, though dry and showing a good deal of rock, were well-posted with “No Parking” and “No Trespassing” signs. I stand firm in my belief that private land-owners are at least as responsible in restricting rock-hound access as the much-maligned “Enviros.” In the interest of full disclosure, I am an environmentalist, though not an extremist. I contend that environmentalist are the only thing that stands between big business and a fully-paved and fenced world – which would make rock-hounding difficult at best. In any case, that is my personal opinion, and I know I won’t change the minds of my conservative friends in the rock-hounding community, so please keep your flame-mail in the draft folder, as it will not change my mind either.
Whew! Anyway. Back to rocks. Due to the inaccessibility of these sites, for which I hadn’t entertained high hopes anyways, we headed to the old stand-by: Burris Creek Recreation Area. We parked (on verifiably harder ground, this time and proceeded to scrour the rocky creek-bed. This time, I wasn’t just looking for lapidary material, but also searched for material with potential for suiseki. I found a fair number of the typical red, yellow and brown Black Butte jasper, some with nearly orbicular patterns, some with hematite lines and a small amount with agatized fracture-lines. One small piece has small round spots that may be tiny orbs. Time will tell.
While some of the pieces I found have a shape that is suitable for mountain profile suiseki, they are rather beat-up. They are not the slicks one sees the pest pieces, but with proper care and oiling, the might just develop a proper patina. Again, time will tell.
Scouring the hot, dusty creek-bed, I felt the tension from the week rapidly melting away. There is nothing more relaxing than going into nature and playing in the dirt. The only draw-back was the amount of litter I found and carted out. There were beer and whiskey bottles; I collected over 50 spent shot-gun shells of at least eight different types. Personally, I find that to be a scary combination. But come on, hunters. Pick up and pack out your own damn casings. Yes, that is littering, and it is not endearing you to the nature lovers. You may have the right to keep and arm bears, er, bear arms, but littering is not part of that. I have friends who hunt and hate this crap as well, so I imagine that this is the equivalent of rock-hounds who go out and strip a site, ruining it for everyone else. But still, let’s all pick up after ourselves before we lose any more sites to public access.
At one point, an Army Corps of Engineers Ranger (wow! I had no idea there was such a job) rolled up and chatted. He reassured us that rock-hounding here was, indeed, fine, and that the next rainy season would provide more rocks. He wished us good luck and seemed pleased at my trash-abatement efforts. I wish more encounters were like this. Before he left, I also got advice about heading to the western shore of the lake’s southern finger, as the bridge to recreation area was damaged and closed. He assured us that the criss-crossing dirt roads remained on ACOE-controlled land, and that the roads were fine for low-clearance, two-wheel drive vehicles.
After a few more minutes we headed that way. It seemed that the roads crossed and re-crossed, but all headed to only about three places, all of them lake-front. At one point, the road was at a minimum ten-degree slope – to the side – and rather soft, but at a patient driving speed, it held. Within ten minutes, or so, we were at the lake, and parked. We changed for a swim.
While the boys went swimming, and I intended to join them, I became quickly side-tracked by the hundreds of variegated meadowhawks that flitted and buzzed around. While shy, they allowed me to approach if I moved slowly. Even when they flew off, they often returned to their previous perches in under a minute. Yellow-jackets abounded as well, so I stepped carefully. After snapping my fill of pictures of dragonflies and a common buckeye butterfly, while still watching the boys, I went for a dip as well, and found a few more pieces of Black Butte jasper.
We ran out of time, as I needed to return Jasper to his home, but for future trips, it looks like continuing down this dirt road might actually provide access to parts of Stony Creek on future trips (it appears that this is the elusive Black Butte Road). A kayak or raft could be useful as well. So at 5:30, we headed back. The temperature was entirely pleasant – in the high 80s. We stopped for dinner at Round Table in Willows, and returned to Davis by 8:00 at an absolutely lovely 66 degrees.
To see all the pictures (full-sized) of both Black Butte trips I’ve taken, please go to:
Yesterday I decided to head out to the annual Pow-Wow and rock show Snyder’s Ranch in Valley Springs (located in Calaveras County, CA.) for my first time ever. This is the first time that it has been held over Labor Day weekend, due to rain and muddy conditions in previous years. I had not attended in these years, when it was held in May, because of a conflict with the Whole Earth Festival. This year with my son at his mom’s (too bad, he would have loved it), I made the hour-and-a half trek from Davis. From the point where I exited Hwy-99,the drive drive through rolling, golden hills was quite pleasant.
I arrived a little bit after noon (I had gone to the Davis Farmers Market first), and parked in a bumpy, dry cattle pasture, along with many others. Parking and admission to this event are both free, which is nice. In the less than 100 yards that I walked to enter the show, I acquired a nice coating of red dust. Free sunscreen, I suppose.
Once in, I was treated to booth after booth of rocks, minerals, crafts etc. I’ve never been to the Quartzite or Tucson shows, so this was impressive. Boulders, slabs, cabochons, spheres and other products of agate, jasper, jade and other lapidary materials (including man-made materials) were available in droves. Selenite wands and other metaphysical products were on display as well.
Most items were reasonably priced for what they are, though some seem expensive at first blush. When looking at an item, I always like to remember the advice of Joe, the president of the Sacramento Mineral Society. To paraphrase, he tells that once you’ve determined that the quality is there (that it is likely take a polish, that there aren’t excessive fractures or pits…), ask yourself, “how many cabs do I have to sell to make my money back?” If the answer is one or two, and that you will have sufficient material leftover for myself, then don’t feel too bad.
I decided to wander before purchasing. Off to one side, I saw a bunch of old-timers doing the “antique gas engine demonstrations,” which consisted mainly of the engines sitting there sputtering, but not really running anything. I don’t really see the point of this, but then I’m not any sort of gear-head or car buff.
Of the actual Pow-Wow, there was little evidence. Mainly, there was a booth selling fry-bread and “Indian tacos,” but little else. A healing ceremony was performed for a local woman with kidney issues who had apparently outlived the doctors predictions by several years, but that was the extent of it while I was there. I have attended Pow-Wows at UC Davis, and also at Deganawida-Quezalcoatl (“D-Q”) University, just outside Davis, before this Native American University was closed, due to financial and accreditation issues. Having been to these Pow-Wows, that portion of this event was a little underwhelming.
After some wandering, I came across the booth of the Sacramento Mineral Society, staffed by the usual suspects (Terry, Paul, Carrie, Mike and a few in-and-outers). They were giving information and cutting a few geodes.
After a while, I resumed my shopping. I, of course wanted far more than I could afford. I don’t know if it helped that nearly all of the dealers were willing make good deals for buyers of multiple items. It was nice, of course, but made deciding harder. I finally opted for a few slabs from J2B2 rocks. I bought a small slab of bumblebee jasper, which essentially looks like yellow tigers eye. Apparently the miner in Indonesia is not able to produce as much as he’d initially hoped, so there wasn’t much of this. I also purchased a slice of Prudent Man agate, which, while pricey, ended up being cheaper than what the mine itself sells it for. My favorite buy, however, is a slice of Indonesian orbicular river jasper. This stuff looks like Ocean jasper of a quality that is hard to find.
The orbs are floating in a lovely clear agate, and there are druzy vugs everywhere. There may make placement of cabochons on the slab a tad difficult, but the same vugs should also provide a nice sparkle-accent to cabs. One things I expect to see soon (if it isn’t already happening) is for this stuff to be passed off as OJ at a three- or even five-fold mark-up on eBay.
I also had a hard time resisting a milk crate of assorted jade pieces that sold for less than what the chunk of Clear Creek jadeite (probably nearly 15lb) is worth. The dealer, Sam Brown, was well aware of this, and was just happy to clear out some material he’d acquired at a recent estate sale. It probably didn’t hurt that we chatted for a while, and it turned out that he had previously worked and lived in Davis.
The other person I spent some time with was Adam “The Agate Hunter.” Those of you on Yahoo rock-hounding groups probably know of him. Not only is he an inveterate advocate for public lands access, but not too long ago, there was a standing invitation to his (and Theresa’s) wedding and subsequent rock-hunt in Afton Canyon (in the Mojave). From our conversation, I am quite sure that we are on nearly opposite ends of the political spectrum, but that through rocks and some other issues, we also found a great deal of common ground. From him, I purchased some Wyoming jade and a couple of agate slabs from his Sandy Mesa claim.
Luckily, by this time it was a little past 5:00, and time to head home, as my wallet was sorely depleted. Luckily, for each item I bought, Joe’s “rule” is intact: I should be able to more than break even if I sell a single cab, with enough material left over for Christmas gifts and such. Proceeds from any other cabs that are sold will be used to bolster my son’s college fund. Now, all that remains is to make and sell a few cabs….