As some of you might have discerned, I am a bit of a rockhound. Which is just a fancy elitist word for someone who likes rocks. My area is a rockhound heaven. Obsidian to petrified wood to all sorts of fun stuff just layin’ on the ground sometimes. I can pick obsidian off the side of the road here.
There’s this festival held every year, in Nyssa, Oregon, called Thunderegg Days. It’s basically booths, food, entertainment. But you can buy rocks. And jewelry made with rocks, hand-made, really cool items. It didn’t happen last year, cause, yeah, but it was back up again this year. Now, last time I went, it was held in front of the high school. Nyssa is tiny. Little town. So, I bop over there, and can’t find the festival. I even consult my phone. It directs me to the park…where nobody is. I ask the guy working on something electrical, he doesn’t know, either. But lo and behold, before I slink out of Nyssa, a City of Nyssa employee, in a big fancy rig, tells me the festival is at another park and do I know where the A & W is? I sure do!
So, yes, found it. My phone was completely wrong. It was not held at that park, you stupid freaking phone.
So, hey, at least this time around, no booths for Jefferson, the state far right radicals want to make out of the top of California. Or booths for Greater Idaho, where far right radicals want to gift MOST OF OREGON to Idaho. I think a chunk of Cali was also included in that, um, indecent proposal.
I walked around. It was mid-morning, so getting hot, but not THE HOT that has infected the entire West. I think I spent less than ten. I enjoyed myself. There was not too many people there, yet, but enough to make it iffy. I am vaccinated, however. I do now want to take the hike into the Owyhee’s that this one group offers, with a talk about rocks and formations and so forth and so on included. Wheee!! My car’s muffler is sick, so gonna have to wait.
A thunderegg, by the way, is the nickname for geodes. There. Ya learned something today. Oh yes, the thunderegg is also Oregon’s state rock! Hurray for knowledge!
ANN WUEHLER 