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Oh the humanity!!!
Well I have pretty much been spending the summer at the beach place because...well...why not? And the weather has been beautiful too. Now the thing you got to realize is that summer in the PNW doesn't usually start until mid August and lasts through mid September. I am not complaining mind you, that is just how it is out here and actually I rather like it. I can wear the same clothes in mid January as I do in mid June since we don't really have much of a winter either. But anyway...this year was different; July (which usually rains like a cow peeing on a flat stone on the coast) was warm, dry and well...summer-ee like. Now this is all well and good if you like picnics on the beach but I am a beach comber and nice weather means heaps....HEAPS...HEEEEEEAPS of seaweed. And heaps of seaweed means that the beach is COVERED in 18 inches plus of...well...SEAWEED. So all you can find is what drifts in on the tide which given that summer also means no storms and wish washy tides....means a whole lot of rubber gloves and plastic sports drink bottles from b*******s (pardon that) that toss their garbage over the side of their boats. (oh...and golf balls...I have found 29 golf balls so far this summer). So I guess what I am saying is hunting has been pretty sparse.
Well I finally got permission to take the five year old on a beach hunt on a stretch about five miles down the beach in a pretty rugged part of the coast...a place where you can walk naked in August and offend no one but elk, black tails, eagles, otters and the occasional hereon. Of course we were not allowed to walk the five miles (too far she said) down the easy stretch of beach to get there. No, no...I had to drive to a seasonal elk camp I know of and bushwhack my way to beach. No harm, no foul but all the same it wasn't really any easier.
So we get on the beach on the boy starts to find a bunch of "treasure". His idea of "treasure" is beach glass and more power to him, it is a great "gateway drug" to the illness of treasure hunting and really easy to spot. The problem is he has no discrimination as to what is "good" and what is "trash"...and most of it is trash. Luckily I can go "wow look at that, nice job!" and toss most of it back on the beach when he is not looking, other wise I would need a knapsack to bring all that stuff home. Well actually we were doing pretty well, we were in a favorite spot of mine and as luck would have it no-zero-nada seaweed. We were walking side by side playing “hot-cold” for finding the good stuff and as luck would have it, finding some nice agates, glass, and even a prosser button. When all of a sudden….WOW!
Sticking just out of the sand was this beauty. A really nice opium! Hot dam! I was excited, it was the find of the day and something I have always wanted to find too. Made my day complete, added a nice piece of color to my collection, gave me a better understanding of the area I hunt, etc. etc.
And then this happens!!! $%#&^^%$@(*&^!!!!!!!!!! Now I ask you why?...WHY in the name of all the saints did this happen and how…HOW too? I got it home, cleaned it, admired it, set it down in a safe place and when I got back to it…it had fallen apart into six pieces. No one touched it…it just disintegrated!!!
I guess I will live and I glued it back together but all the same…..
Well I have pretty much been spending the summer at the beach place because...well...why not? And the weather has been beautiful too. Now the thing you got to realize is that summer in the PNW doesn't usually start until mid August and lasts through mid September. I am not complaining mind you, that is just how it is out here and actually I rather like it. I can wear the same clothes in mid January as I do in mid June since we don't really have much of a winter either. But anyway...this year was different; July (which usually rains like a cow peeing on a flat stone on the coast) was warm, dry and well...summer-ee like. Now this is all well and good if you like picnics on the beach but I am a beach comber and nice weather means heaps....HEAPS...HEEEEEEAPS of seaweed. And heaps of seaweed means that the beach is COVERED in 18 inches plus of...well...SEAWEED. So all you can find is what drifts in on the tide which given that summer also means no storms and wish washy tides....means a whole lot of rubber gloves and plastic sports drink bottles from b*******s (pardon that) that toss their garbage over the side of their boats. (oh...and golf balls...I have found 29 golf balls so far this summer). So I guess what I am saying is hunting has been pretty sparse.
Well I finally got permission to take the five year old on a beach hunt on a stretch about five miles down the beach in a pretty rugged part of the coast...a place where you can walk naked in August and offend no one but elk, black tails, eagles, otters and the occasional hereon. Of course we were not allowed to walk the five miles (too far she said) down the easy stretch of beach to get there. No, no...I had to drive to a seasonal elk camp I know of and bushwhack my way to beach. No harm, no foul but all the same it wasn't really any easier.
So we get on the beach on the boy starts to find a bunch of "treasure". His idea of "treasure" is beach glass and more power to him, it is a great "gateway drug" to the illness of treasure hunting and really easy to spot. The problem is he has no discrimination as to what is "good" and what is "trash"...and most of it is trash. Luckily I can go "wow look at that, nice job!" and toss most of it back on the beach when he is not looking, other wise I would need a knapsack to bring all that stuff home. Well actually we were doing pretty well, we were in a favorite spot of mine and as luck would have it no-zero-nada seaweed. We were walking side by side playing “hot-cold” for finding the good stuff and as luck would have it, finding some nice agates, glass, and even a prosser button. When all of a sudden….WOW!
Sticking just out of the sand was this beauty. A really nice opium! Hot dam! I was excited, it was the find of the day and something I have always wanted to find too. Made my day complete, added a nice piece of color to my collection, gave me a better understanding of the area I hunt, etc. etc.
And then this happens!!! $%#&^^%$@(*&^!!!!!!!!!! Now I ask you why?...WHY in the name of all the saints did this happen and how…HOW too? I got it home, cleaned it, admired it, set it down in a safe place and when I got back to it…it had fallen apart into six pieces. No one touched it…it just disintegrated!!!
I guess I will live and I glued it back together but all the same…..
