The last few years of collecting have truly defied gravity, but like a bear market with its rallies, the ups are fewer with lower highs and even lower lows. Despite some great luck in the last few years of taking trips, going a lot farther each time, I just may have to face the reality that sites have dried up. Quarry access is a much rarer thing nowaways. Of course, there will always be scraps to be had, brachiopods and corals galore, but the great material is either off limits or tapped out.
I have not been out anywhere substantive since the end of May as there really isn't much of anywhere to go, or just more of the same. Instead, much of the spring and summer -- my time off work -- has been idle, all dressed up with nowhere to go. One can only raid tiny rock piles so many times before one is just busting up the talus for rapidly diminishing returns. What started as a year of promise has gone into the ditch. 2022 has been a not great year, and might be among the last. Perhaps I can still go on some desultory trip here and there, but it seems going home empty-handed is the norm. More of my collecting will likely have to be through purchases at this point. By the time I got into this, collecting in this part of the world was already in its twilight. I certainly raged against that proverbial dying of the light. I suppose it was just a matter of time before even my obstinacy came speeding into that brick wall of how things are. Comments are closed.
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Kane Faucher
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