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Rocks and Black Walnuts!

Good evening readers!

A week or so ago I shared the story of my rock picking adventure. My co-worker Jeannine says that I am a woman of adventure. I do like to do things, there is no doubt about that, but sometimes my adventures get a little carried away.

I know my title seems a little strange. My point is, sometimes I think certain objects are out to get me……black walnuts and big rocks!!

When my daughter in Georgia got married a few years ago, we were checking in and I spotted these strange looking things on the ground. Now why I got out of the truck and picked it up is beyond me. Typically I would be too lazy to move. But, get out I did and not only picked it up, but started trying to peel it open to see what it was! My husband saw me and shouted, “what are you doing?!” Hey, I just wanted to see what it was. Little did I know that it was a black walnut, which he informed me is what stain is made of and won’t come off. I didn’t believe him. So I scrubbed and scrubbed, and I finally had to admit he was right! My daughter was getting married in two days and I had black stain on my palms, fingers and under my fingernails. I tried many many things and finally ended up soaking them in pure bleach which removed most of it!

Fast forward a year later. I love going for walks in the resort town where I work. I was walking along one day, enjoying the sunshine when all of a sudden….boom….I found myself flying through the air and landing on my bad knee of course! I figured I must have tripped on something and kept going. On the walk home I just happened to look down at where I fell and what did I see????? You guessed it…a black walnut. That sucker had sent me flying!! In case you are as innocent as I was….here is what a black walnut looks like.

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This past weekend we spent the weekend in London, Kentucky with our friends DeWayne and Terri Spaw. They are very good tour guides and we’ve seen things that you just don’t know are there when you just travel south on 75. So we were going to see “Chain Rock.” Rocks????…I love rocks!!!! Let’s go see this thing! This was the view from the top before we hit the trail.

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It was a warm sunny day, I had capris, tank top and sandals on. Hey, we were going to look at a rock. What he neglected to tell me was that in order to see this rock you had to hike about 3/8 of a mile down steps, slopes, rocks, over roots, etc. Yeah…the sandals were working really well. I was getting a little behind and told them to go ahead. I was doing great until I came to this big round rock. And I mean BIG. I looked at it wondering why my husband wouldn’t have waited to help me over it. I started climbing and realized my sandals were causing me big problems. I decided to kick them off and go barefeet. Well, the first one went sliding down the rock and down the hill. If you’ve seen the movie Wild, where she loses a shoe, that’s exactly what was going through my mind!!

 

I left it and figured the guys had long enough arms to reach it. I move on to the REALLY BIG rock. I slowly made my way to the top, feeling safe and sound. DeWayne was brave enough to climb out to the end of the chained rock. I stayed where I was until it was time to go. You can see the chain that holds the rock! It is protecting the city of Pineville from destruction!!! Also you can see the surface of the rock I slipped on….not a lot of grippers there!

 

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Still in my bare feet. My husband said to follow him, but it didn’t look safe. So I decided to go my own way. Mistake!! I’m still not quite sure how it happened but I ended up on my stomach sliding down, desperately trying to grip something with my hands. I had no idea where I would end up if I didn’t stop. Somehow my foot must have caught something, because suddenly I stopped! Whew! (Reminded me of the time I slipped into the Tahquamenon River, but that is another story for another day!) THIS time I listened to my husband and followed him down to the bottom.

Needless to say I had bruises and scrapes, and bumps, but nothing serious. I’m still paying for it, but I’m ok! Now seriously…something I LOVE so much (rocks) would do this to me?!?! I’ve now decided to stick with the small rocks I can hold in my hand from now on. But hey, it was an adventure, and like Jeannine said….I’m a woman of adventure!

If you ever get a chance to visit “Chain Rock” I would advise you wear the proper clothing, shoes etc. and be careful! It was an awesome view!

Till next time!

Julie

 

Rock Hunting Gone Wrong!

Hi followers!

It has been a long time since I’ve posted and I apologize. Its been a bit of a chaotic summer! I had planned for my first post to showcase Michigan and some of the sights and places that highlight our great state. However I did something today that I just have to share with you. I’m not sure if I’ve shared with all of you what a rock collector I am! I cannot resist the beauty of the different colors and shapes of rocks. It’s not that I just pick them up,  I do have a purpose for a lot of them . One of the challenges can be carrying my “rock bags” back to the car! Today I went into Dick’s and almost couldn’t believe my eyes, right there in front of me what did I see….(Insert angelic music here!!) It was one of those collapsible wagons with BIG wheels. They only had the floor model left, but I had to have this wagon. It would be the answer to my rock hauling problem.

I got to the lake (which was wild and wavy and beautiful!!! brokenwagontrip8 As you can see by my hairdo it was wildly windy, but I loved it. Nobody around to bother me and I could pick away! So, me and my nifty new wagon set off down the beach. I was so happy I could pick up the big beautiful rocks and not have to worry about carrying them. I had a couple of bags full and turned around to head back. I was about half way there and the wagon bucked like a bronco with wheels in the air, rocks when flying backwards and somehow the wheels and the handle were disconnected!!

brokenwagontripThis was the damage done. I tried to fix it, but I think there was a bolt missing and it just didn’t come together. Would also like to point out at this point I was pretty wet from the waves crashing in. I didn’t mind at first, until I was kneeling down in the sand trying to fix those wheels. I was a mess!!

brokenwagontrip6I finally just threw all the parts in the wagon and luckily I could grab the top bar to roll it to the car. Now a normal person would have been done! Pack it up and go home. I finally have to admit. I AM NOT NORMAL!! There were just too many rocks still out there calling my name. (I think I may have a problem!!) After loading the broken wagon and emptying the bags, back I went. I forgot to mention I had brought shorts with me, which would have been more appropriate to put on before venturing near the water! At least I didn’t have to go home wet and sandy!

Now I’m going to show you my treasures. And tell me, could you have left them there??? It was practically like the sand and water was just reaching out and handing them to me! Now if you aren’t a “rock collector,” “rock hound” or “stoner,” then maybe you could have walked away. But not me. At that moment I’m afraid I will never be able to pick a rock again and I better make sure I get some “the best ones.”

brokenwagontrip3 brokenwagontrip4So that was today’s adventure’s in rock hunting! Maybe it’s an addiction, maybe it’s just a hobby. One thing  I can tell you is this. When I’m picking up rocks there isn’t another thought in my mind. I am there and present in that moment. Something very important I think. I encourage you to all seek out the thing that lets you be in your moment!!

Peace,

Julie