I went back to a local beach in Nanaimo, Vancouver Island, this morning for a quick rockhound before the heat got too serious. I wasn’t the only one out there, and not even the only one after rocks.
In more populated areas, people usually stop to ask me what I’m looking for.
“Rocks!” I always reply with a smile, which often gets a politely approving but mostly confused response.
I met one old fellow who told me his father used to polish Flowerstones. I told him there were Flowerstones on this very beach but he didn’t seem to believe me.
Today, I was rockhounding while a couple of women and a child walked by. The young boy was trying to tell his mom about the rocks he was finding, but she wasn’t interested. He was describing the colours and patterns but she didn’t care.
I’m a private guy and usually don’t want to stop for small talk, but I did kind of wish one of them asked me what I was looking for, as I could have told the kid he was on the right track.
Oh well, glad to leave the rocks for me. Few people here seem to realize how gorgeous the rocks on our beaches are. I’m fine with that. I’m glad to be a lonely rockhound. I’m lucky to have a rockhound and adventurer for a girlfriend, and that’s all the crowd I want out there.