So this is a post, literally, about digging in the dirt.
Like, when you are a kid, playing with those yellow Tonka trucks, or, like us, digging on the hillside behind the yard hoping to uncover some kind of buried treasure.
Only, this time, there is an actual possibility of finding it.
So, we drove for about three hours up into the mountains. Leaving the highway north of Mountain Home, heading on back into the hills. Eventually the pavement gave way to dirt, and the roads got progressively worse and worse, until the one we were on was little more than a steep, rugged and nasty goat path of a road. Turned off the wooded ridge, descended down another "Road" to a pond, then bushwhacked our way around the edge of the pond- set up, and started digging.
Moving tons of dirt and finding nothing but junky rocks. Cranked tunes, just two bro's up in the mountains digging in the dirt. Hours went by, and I moved several cubic feet of dirt, and all I found was just ordinary rocks. It was nice being here up in the mountains, out in nature though. I still didn't want to go home empty handed though. Eventually, it started getting on towards early evening. It gets chilly up there in the mountains in these late September evenings, and I was figuring (correctly) it would be long after dark by the time we got out of the mountains at this point. But just a couple more minutes, he said. Oh...okay... but maybe I'll try over here by this spot. By this partially dug hole someone else left.
I walked a few yards over, and took a couple pick swings into the dirt. Sifted through the fresh turned soil- much like I had done all afternoon. Then, in the dirt, I saw it. That tell-tale shape. The frosted, glassy look, with perfectly straight edges. I wiped it off with my shirt and there it was- a gorgeous light brown crystal.
Clothes soiled through and through, tired, having sifted through a ton of dirt, at the end of the day, I finally found my treasure.
Was it worth the work, sifting through the dirt to find? Yes. Much more meaningful, perhaps, than those crystals you can buy at the new age boutique shops, anyway.
There is probably a metaphor here, but I'll leave it to you to decipher.
Thanks for reading; that's all I got; see ya!
