Sunday, September 27, 2015

Hey, I resemble that comment!

I'm read a book about the founder of the science of geology, William Smith, entitled
The Map That Changed The World by Simon Winchester,
and in it I found this quote:
"What had hitherto been a signifier of drawing-room decorum seemed overnight to become the pastime of the dull, and then steadily to evolve into that which amateur paleontology is now: no more than the mark of the nerd."
Why I oughta...!
So what if I like to sit in a ditch on Sundays.  I still made it to the sports bar in time to watch my New England Patriots beat the Buffalo Bills and no one was the wiser.
But what about that ditch?
I like hanging out in this ditch because it exposes a layer of fossil coral.  I used to be nervous down here alone but I believe there are far less miserable places for serial killers to hang out.

You can clearly see the strata here:
There is an upper layer of solid grainy, dark soil and then a layer of tightly compressed coral sitting on top of a base layer of hard gray clay.  Initially, I tried to just pull out pieces of coral.  Nope!
Then I came back with a small shovel, but the layers were tight enough that the end of the shovel folded back on itself.  Now I bring a small hammer and narrow chisel and sit on the mud in meditative silence while I work out a few pieces to take home and slab for jewelry.

Knee-high boots and lots of insect repellant are indispensable but
what a beautiful reward for the trouble!

Here's another piece of fossil art
put together by one of the members of the Fossil Club of Lee County:

Very creative and she's definitely not a nerd!  :-)


Saturday, September 19, 2015

Glad to Have Junk in the Trunk

I had 2 consecutive days of fossil hunting planned
during my group trip to Washington
but circumstances were trying to throw a monkey wrench into the mix.
My non-fossil friend from the previous day's adventure was supposed to head up to Canada with the rest of the group but a lost passport meant she would either have to spend the day alone or AGAIN go fossil hunting with me.  I offered to rent my own car for one day (that's how determined I was to go rock hounding) but she reassured me that if she wore her grungy clothes and had some of her own tools, she would be perfectly happy to hammer rocks with me.  
I stopped at a convenience store and found a cheap hammer and flat blade screwdriver: 
good enough to split shale.  

That day's fossil destination had been picked out of a rock hounding guide for the state of Washington.  It's always a gamble, since many of the books were written years ago, and you never know if there will be an apartment complex built over your fossil site when you get there but I still wanted Washington state fossilized palm fronds and this seemed like a reasonably 
easy-to-get-to destination with a high possibility of success.

My rental car on this trip was a Nissan Versa and I drove it for about an hour on good roads 
until the map said to take a left.
The "road" to the left was only wide enough for one vehicle and began twisting up the side of a mountain.  It was well maintained and there were regular turnouts in case you met with an oncoming vehicle (which we did) but my passenger was not enjoying that part of the journey.  
Anxiety can catch like the common cold and soon I was white-knuckling the steering wheel and sneaking peeks at the odometer to see if we had gone the distance.
Only one...more...turn...
onto a rutted gravel road that put the previous incline to shame.
I shifted into the only choice for a lower gear, and crept upwards. 

Right about the time that the tires started spinning and my friend was ready to abandon ship,
we came upon a hillside littered with fragments of shale palm fronds.
JOY!!!

The guide book described this area as an old quarry which exposed an outcrop of Eocene age fossils (approx. 54-34 Ma) deposited in sedimentary formations when it was a low-lying coastal range with a subtropical climate. The rocks seemed to either be extremely fragile shale or very hard sandstone.  The shale had lots and lots of palm fronds but also a wide mix of broadleaf fossils, ferns, twigs, etc. and the sandstone had fossilized wood.  
It was not easy to retrieve a couple samples of the fossil wood but eventually I succeeded.
The difficulty in retrieving leaf and palm fossils lay in the fragility of the material but we eventually had a satisfactory selection.

Here's my "happy place" selfie:
Might not look like much but it measures approximately 12" x 15" x 2" and weighs 20 lbs and I got it  home WHOLE!  One side is a palm frond and the other side is a variety of leaves and twigs.

I actually brought home TWO pieces that weighed in at 20 lbs each and since it was Labor Day weekend, I wasn't able to ship them flat rate on Monday.  I had to load 2 checked bags and a carry-on duffel bag with carefully packaged shale fossils and 
jettison most of my other belongings in order to make weight.
I mean, I couldn't leave any of this behind!
(oh, and there were more on the floorboards and the seats)

Once again, we celebrated with a fabulous meal and a Washington micro-brew.
Back at home, safe and sound with my "new" fossils, I find it easy to get lost in their beauty; layers and layers of forest growth compressed into these perfect remnants.  Each stone is like a book with wonderful illustrations inside that will be forever unseen and only imagined.







Monday, September 14, 2015

Living proof!

I'm living proof that you can
pick an unreasonable goal and succeed!
The Washington state women's kayak trip that's been in the planning stages for over a year finally happened (no, that's not the unreasonable goal), and since I've decided to multi-task on my trips, I wasn't going to let 6 days in the Pacific Northwest pass me by without at least one fossil expedition.
Here I am, in the San Juan Islands, in the driver's seat of a 22' tandem kayak.
I skipped the selfie after I finished paddling 25 miles coz I wasn't smiling anymore.

The problem with combining activities
when you are also navigating the vacation schedules of 7 other people is that
something has to give.
I regret that I missed out on some of the group activities to Vancouver (bicycles and wineries: need I say more?) but I'm also thrilled with the fossils I found and wouldn't trade them for anything,
which brings me back to my opening statement.
I now know, after a few tries, that if I write to fossil and mineral clubs in the areas I will be visiting and ask for info to an easy site where I can find even one little fossil to take home,
I will receive a letter of acknowledgement and then never hear back again.
These trips are time sensitive material!
(The notable exception is the wonderful person in MN that gave me detailed directions to the staurolite crystal area.)
I'm not asking for state secrets or a free pass to anyone's private honey hole; I just want a fossil...
any fossil.
To put it in perspective for us Florida fossil hunters, how many times have you directed people to Venice Beach for some basic shark teeth? A lot, right?  And I've even sent satellite pics to people to explain how to get to Apollo Beach.  All I'm saying is...
Share the love!
So I got one useful reply from all my queries and it was from a member of the fossil forum who directed me to an area where he used to look for palm frond fossils, albeit 30 years ago.
Good enough for me.
I loaded up my tools.
(when in Washington, right?)
But I also loaded up one of my friends who is not a fossil hunter.  She thought it would be interesting and I didn't put anymore thought into it.  We drove about 30 minutes to the town of Bellingham and then watched the odometer to take us 11 miles to the target area.
Hmmm...a narrow, winding road with a steep foliage-clogged incline on one side and a steep scary drop-off on the other.  I found a turnout, parked, and started bushwacking and climbing.
And that was the problem.
I didn't think to advise my friend to dress in old clothes OR to bring something else to do, and I didn't even have any tools for her to use.  I was happily splitting rocks, hoping to find a fossil while she was sitting and staring at this view:
It's an amazing view
 but there are no walking paths and after 2 hours of just sitting there, she was done, and of course, I was just getting started!  Hopefully I can go back some time.
Here's what I found once I figured out what kind of rocks to look for...

Positive and negative of a large leaf inside a small rock.

Fir needles!  So cool!

I believe this is a type of evergreen.  Small and delicate.

And then there was the perfect leaf
that I found inside a piece of very hard rock and against all better judgement and experience, 
I tried to take some of the surrounding rock off with my hammer, to make the piece easier to transport.  I broke it.
I promise, I have learned my lesson!!!
(Fool me once, yada yada yada...)
I packed my fabulous finds in a collection bag, skidded back down the slope to where my friend waited, and celebrated in town with clam chowder and a fabulous Washington micro-brew.

Stay tuned for part 2 of Living Proof!