Saturday dawned clear and cold. The Goddess was up early and out in a hurry to make her platelets donation. C-Man and I finished up breakfast pretty early and decided some adventure was the order of the day. I had been speaking to
about going out into the hills looking for stones for her craftwitchery and well…ah hell, I should just be honest.
I needed to get
out of the house,
out of the city,
out of the suburbs,
into the hills,
into the mountains,
into the clouds,
over to the desert,
off the road,
into the sage,
onto the sand and decomposed granite,
onto the living stone,
amongst the wind,
and fill my lungs with the quiet.
The gogo, spendspend, of the holidays was weighing me down, so we piled in the Jeep with our water and rock hammers and headed into the hills. Our goal was three fold: snow, gems, and Pokemon. It turns out we were 1 day too early for the snow. We did get to see a flying Pokemon that looked suspiciously like a crow to me, but C-man is the expert on things Pokemon so I bowed graciously to his knowledge. We did manage to find some purdies as well.
We pulled off the 210 and onto Highway 2 and up into the San Gabriels. They were cold and wet and, as usual, welcoming. We wound our way up to the top and back down into the desert and the Palmdale area. We did see some snow on the peaks there but the walk to get to it was more than we were prepared for. So we stopped took some pictures and continued our quest to Agate Valley.
Agate Valley is not much really. A dry desert river bed. C-man and I climbed around on the hills and in the valleys there and found some suspicious looking stones I think might be Agates. Not sure and honestly don’t care much. I had a great time watching my son climb around in the desert knocking around on the stones with his little rock hammer looking for treasure and thrilled at each new stone
I found my treasure.
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