I'm a rock hound. I thought I was in heaven in South Dakota. The first time we went to the Black Hills, I climbed over the gate at the back of the RV park into the state forest and discovered all the quartz just laying around, I about died of joy.Roadwarrior:
Have read you travel adventures with interest,
Once retired had intentions of driving through Colorado, Montana, Idaho and Dakotas-love mountains. I also have strong interest in
being a rock hound. Not to be-spouse develop cancer, lingered five years.
Tell us about Idaho, seems remote, desolate...
You can legally remove two gallon buckets of quartz per day. Of course, I didn't have a bucket with me....or a back pack....or even a bag. I did, however, have pockets, which I filled to capacity. Which was fine, until I got back to the park and was half-way over the tall gate when the weight of the quartz made my jeans fall down to my knees. In front of several people, of course. Well, it was let 'em fall or let me fall...… I chose showing my butt rather than broken bones. I don't know which was pinker....the quartz or my cheeks.