A gathering storm during a recent adventure into the Santa Ritas precluded any rockhounding. But we did stop at a remarkably intact prospector’s cabin in Little Fish Canyon.
Summers here are not the ideal time to go off-road and hunt for minerals.
It is foolish and dangerous to enter an old dig, but one day last winter my wife and I decided to enter the mine in Middlemarch Canyon.
One of the unmitigated joys of rockhounding in southeast Arizona is how often one comes upon the long-ago abandoned remains of a once thriving mining operation.
Is it better to be a hunter or a gatherer? What happens when we try to apply logic to the art/science of rockhounding?
Many important dinosaur remains have been found all over this state. From my backyard I can look and see the places where fossils exist.
The glint in the black sand at the bottom of a pan can give momentary rise to an elevated feeling of Eureka! Only to be followed by the feeling of anti-Eureka, whatever the name for that is.
Collecting stones, for me anyway, is a chance to marvel at the way that this stardust has come to settle for the time being.