turnedstone
freely admits to licking rocks
Member since January 2006
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Post by turnedstone on Mar 5, 2008 4:21:30 GMT -5
The end is near lol. We get the car out and head out. We get stuck two or three more times each time the Mexican is asking for more money. I tell him sorry I have no more. Well we finally make it back to edge of town he unhooks and heads for the liquor store as I see him there as we drive by.We are spent we get something to eat and go back to our condo for some much needed rest I was out for 11 hours. When I get up the next day I could not even walk I was so sore for 3 days even my hair muscles hurt I think lol. Not the end you have not heard my wifes side about her walk for help.The ordeal lasted about 16 hours from the time we got stuck till we unhooked. Hope you enjoy it it was sure not fun living it lol.
If you want to hear my Wife's side let me know here and i will see if she will retell it to me so I can get it right There were coyotes a camp that a voice that told her to keep walking do not stop here and a hobo coffee from some nice people that could not help because of the water being to high.
BTW; My hand is going to be fine thank god spent most of the day at the DR. Office getting worked on no major damage doing the happy dance I thought it was gone when I crushed it got pulled into two steel shafts that had 3/8'' inch gap up to the wrist thank god the top roller was air pressure loaded and not locked down it would have not made it in the 3/8 inch gap attached. Broke my thumb and middle finger at the tips.The thumb bone came up into the nail bed they took that off Friday and wanted me to come back Tue. after swelling went down I can not feel the back of my hand do not know if that will get better some skin is so smashed it is dieing but nothing is really bad like they thought at the E.R.
George
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Post by catmandewe on Mar 5, 2008 10:59:11 GMT -5
WOW!!
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Post by Titania on Mar 5, 2008 11:32:48 GMT -5
Yeah, wow...that's some story. Would love to hear your wife's side of the tale.
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Post by Michael John on Mar 5, 2008 14:23:12 GMT -5
Sounds like you might just want to have your wife type her part of the story.
Sheesh! What an ordeal!
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Post by Deleted on Mar 11, 2008 22:05:06 GMT -5
Bump
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Post by Michael John on Mar 12, 2008 10:49:03 GMT -5
COME ON, EVERYBODY!!!
MORE STORIES!
MORE STORIES!
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chassroc
Cave Dweller 
Rocks are abundant when you have rocktumblinghobby pals
Member since January 2005
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Post by chassroc on Mar 17, 2008 12:21:25 GMT -5
My wife and I went hunting for that elusive Utah treasure, The Septarian Nodule. We were a wee bit edgy after driving up and down some rutty dirt roads when it started to drizzle and our 4WD was slipping and sliding up and down even minor embankments with a little bit of clay soil getting slicker by the minute. The roads looked like this:  The rain slowed a bit and we started to hunt. My wife near the car in case to photograph the flora and I going ahead to search the riverbeds and embankments. Suddenly I could hear my wife screaming and yelling as if a beast or devil had attacked her. It took me a few minutes but I managed to flush out the beast that had startled her so badly:  As luck would have it. Noone was injured telling this story csroc |
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Post by Hard Rock Cafe on Apr 23, 2008 15:49:54 GMT -5
It's dangerous any time I tell my wife that I want more rocks!  |
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DeanW
has rocks in the head
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Post by DeanW on Apr 28, 2008 16:29:34 GMT -5
Ok here is a post-contest story. I lost the original on this and was looking for something else when I re-discovered this entire story on a site my mom created years ago. So, I quickly downloaded a copy to my HD and have copied one portion of that multi-page trip writeup here.
Back in 1998 Karen and I were on an 8-day trip. On day 4 we experienced one of the most frustrating vacation days we've ever had.
Wednesday Aug 19, 1998
Egg burritos and hash browns was the opening for what was going to be one of the MOST interesting (and frustrating) days of the entire trip. It started out simple enough, our plan was to visit the 3 caves closes to the visitor's center: Mushpot, Indian Well, and Labyrinth. Indian Well was short and would have been a truly excellent picture if we could have found somebody to take it of us. The camera timer would never have worked because the placement was too far away.
Mushpot Cave is located right next to the VC and has small information kiosks and lights inside. Apparently this was worked over heavily during the CCC days. Labyrinth was the best, and most 'native' felling, of all that we visited. We stopped about half way through, turned off the lights, and just listened to/experienced the nothingness there. This was our last cave to visit. From there we made a quick run into the Visitor's Center to buy some presents and then headed out to see the Petroglyph section. Of course, upon arrival the first thing we see is an adult barn owl roosting near the top of the cliff. This, combined with the huge eagle nest and abundance of white-wash on the cliff prompted us to walk out along the cliff looking for birds and back looking at the Petroglyphs.
The base of the cliff is "protected" by a large chain link and barbed wire prison fence (DAMN VANDALS!, please excuse the vent I feel *little* better now). At the east edge of the cliff, on our "out" trip we found a baby barn owl, alive, hiding against the base of the cliff trying to stay in the shade. This baby was WAY too young to be out of the nest, it was covered mostly in downy feathers with just a few adult feathers. Well, I stayed with the bird and Karen went to notify NM personnel. Over three hours in the hot sun and several phone calls later, I talked to a "resources" manager who said that the NM does not have anybody that can deal with the bird and that they have a "let nature take its course" policy. In short, nobody was coming.
At this point, suffering from dehydration and frustration, Karen and I were nearly at our wits end. The Barn Owl species is either endangered or near-so and neither of us felt it was right to just leave the owl that was not old enough to have fledged yet. We stood there, staring at each other, for about 15 minutes saying to each other "so now what do we do?" when an official looking pickup started to drive by. Even as hot and exhausted as we were, Karen said "I'm going to get him" and took off running at an angle to attempt to cut him off before he drove past. I think the driver saw her because he quickly stopped, got our and came our way. As Karen approached him she asked "Who are you with?" "Fish and Wildlife Service ma'am" was his reply.
"Thank god, somebody finally came", gasped Karen.
After a few quick statements the F&W Service worker deftly grabbed the baby owl, said "let's go get you some help" returned to his truck and drove away. We did not get his name or anything. In fact, we barely had enough time to say thanks and get the impression that he is not real fond of the NM people - he almost called them morons.
We got back on the road about 4P and quickly agreed that tonight we would splurge: dinner out and a hotel. We stayed at the Best Western in Bend and had an excellent dinner at "The Mexicali Rose."
EOS
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UtahRockHound
spending too much on rocks
Sometimes your the Windshield, sometimes your the Rock.
Member since May 2008
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Post by UtahRockHound on May 8, 2008 20:58:18 GMT -5
The short and Scary version. 30 years ago, I lived in Tucson Ariz for a few years. During this time, I spent a lot of time investigating old mines. Yea, I know, dumb.  Young, dumb and bullet proof is all I can say. One such mine was in an old ghost town named Ruby down on the Mexican border. A friend of mine, and fellow bullet proof decide to investigate. He had been there several years ago. The town itself is under lock and key, and private owned. After a two mile hike in the back way, we crawled down a ridge to the entrance. The ruby mine is big and deep. Hard to believe it was all dug by hand. The upper part of the mine has not been entered in years and years for good reason. Very unstable and several cave ins. The entrance was covered with cob webs, and a few rattle snakes. We had anticipated this part. Nearly every mine in Ariz is this way. Several tunnels, ropes, shafts, and bruised shins later, we come across this spiral stair case leading down. We figured it was a shorter trip to the outside then going back, and up the ropes. Even with being bullet proof, the stairs being nearly a 100 years old, and very rotten, I had my doubts. I started down with a lead rope tied off, and listened to each step creak. After the first turn, I could see empty space. I do not have to tell you the chill that raced up and down my spine. I was two steps from a 100 foot fall. Looking down the beam of the flash light, the planned route was laying in a broken pile at the bottom, and the steps were beginning to swing like a pendulum on a clock. Placing as much weight on the rocks and holding my weight, I very slowly backed up the stairs. After cleaning my pants out, and a full pack of cigarettes later, I calmed down enough to realize I had done more damage from my knees knocking together then any thing else. We spent the next two hours working our way to the surface, and thanking our lucky star when we emerged to find it still shinning. My reward for this adventure was in filling my back pack with some of the best gold ore I have ever found. After 30 years, I only have one left. I hope the picture comes through. Sorry for the quality, my camera does not have macro mode.  |
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Young, dumb and bullet proof is all I can say.
