For a spot of fun, a couple friends and I decided to hike up to the Livingstone chert quarry and hunt for pretty rocks, admire the scenery, and do all that outdoorsy stuff we apparently didn’t get enough of all summer long.
The day started off well, the weather was nice, the drive was pleasant, we took the wrong access road in the mountains, climbed an exceptionally steep slope only to realize we wanted to be one ridge over….
But despite the verticalness of the first climb, it was wonderfully scenic and prepared my little legs for the real hike up once we’d returned to the truck and found the real access point. I invariably take the wrong road first when on my own, consider it adventure time, so it was refreshing for someone else to get it wrong as well.
The hike up was nice, but I could not tell you if it was actually as steep as my brain thinks it was, or if my legs have just gotten that weak and pathetic from all the sitting and reporting I’ve been doing as of lately. It’s probably the latter option. We found a lovely lunch spot up top, it was a bit hazy out which gave a nice blue hue to the surrounding mountains.
Then as we worked our way down and around we hunted for beautiful pieces of chert in the exposed seams; the chert isn’t of superior quality for making stone tools (not that I’m even remotely good at that either) but it does have some fantastic coloring to it, and might be fun to try out some heat-treating techniques on. Plus, who doesn’t love having a backpack full of rocks for the hike back down?