It only happens a few times a year… a nice weather day… no work… no time crunch… and a trip up the mountain to see how far the snow has retreated. A leisurely diversion of looking for arrowheads.
Often an old sandy spot, perhaps a dead dune, holds the detritus of flint knapping. Flakes of all sizes tucked under their winter cover of sand now emerge into the spring sun.
I collect colors and varieties of stone, the translucent chalcedony, the oily chert, and the sandpaper of fine quartzite. I walked round and round, noticing the emerging Spring Beauties.
A fresh elk track cuts across the sand.
Round and round. Back and forth. No points, but treasures all the same.Find me here!