A group of fellow campers her at the Yuma Proving Ground have what they call "four o'clocks." At 4 p.m. every day, whoever feels like it pulls up a lawn chair and chats before dinner. At a recent four o'clock, fellow camper Linda told me a group goes rock hounding. I love pretty rocks and asked if I could go along, so I got an invite for yesterday. Linda's husband, Scott, went with us, as did a fellow camper named Marv. Jim bowed out.
Linda decided we'd hunt for "desert roses." There are different types, but the ones Linda was looking for are white, sparkly and contain rosette-type formations. Our search site was BLM land about 25 miles northwest of the Fam Camp and not far from Lake Martinez.
|Some of the sand/dirt was very loose, and in one of those places I slipped, landed on my elbow, and then skidded about six feet on my rear. Afterwards I tried to take a selfie of my elbow wound; the one above included my rock hounding companions. To the immediate right of my bloody arm is Marv from Washington state. In the distance are Scott and Linda from Idaho.|
|Marv sitting near a vein of desert rose.|
|I asked Marv to better document my rock hounding wound. Afterwards, Scott doused it with antiseptic and covered it with gauze. Last year Linda fell, was knocked unconscious (briefly, I think/hope) and was Life-Flighted to the hospital. She broke her wrist and a rib and lost her glasses -- which she found this year. Fortunately for me, my fall was down a much smaller hill. Linda is fine now, but everyone had a scare.|