Anyone ever go out there? Here are the Acme Mapper coordinates:
4.4 mi NW of Coyote Wells CA
N 32.78400 W 116.02062
One of my fondest memories is of digging for Oyster shells in the mountains just north of Ocotillo, CA back in the late 50's early 60's. I had a great aunt who was the original desert rat, a woman in a trailer selling her goods at fairs before there were fees attached to it. She made a good living for herself while living in Ocotillo and striking out a few times a year in her car pulling a little trailer to sell her wares.
Anyway, we used to visit her a few times a year. We would always go digging for oysters, the best find was a pair that fit perfectly together with no damage. I used to have some but they've been lost over the years. I plan to go out there this year and reminisce and shed a tear or two for the good ole days.
When I was a little kid I sent away to all 50 states for their state rock. Of course, these were all looked up in the hardbound encyclopedia! They all answered me, and I used to get these little boxes in the mail and paste the rocks on a big white cardboard. My mother threw it out at some point. Anyway, good times...
When I was at the RTR recently I camped on the outskirts next to a prospector guy and his dog. He was mainly there to hike in the mountains looking for stuff.
4.4 mi NW of Coyote Wells CA
N 32.78400 W 116.02062
One of my fondest memories is of digging for Oyster shells in the mountains just north of Ocotillo, CA back in the late 50's early 60's. I had a great aunt who was the original desert rat, a woman in a trailer selling her goods at fairs before there were fees attached to it. She made a good living for herself while living in Ocotillo and striking out a few times a year in her car pulling a little trailer to sell her wares.
Anyway, we used to visit her a few times a year. We would always go digging for oysters, the best find was a pair that fit perfectly together with no damage. I used to have some but they've been lost over the years. I plan to go out there this year and reminisce and shed a tear or two for the good ole days.
When I was a little kid I sent away to all 50 states for their state rock. Of course, these were all looked up in the hardbound encyclopedia! They all answered me, and I used to get these little boxes in the mail and paste the rocks on a big white cardboard. My mother threw it out at some point. Anyway, good times...
When I was at the RTR recently I camped on the outskirts next to a prospector guy and his dog. He was mainly there to hike in the mountains looking for stuff.
