It's the last camping beach at the south end. Waves had left a plentiful supply of wood and the distance from everything else meant we had it mostly to ourselves.
Toward evening, thundershowers built up creating whitecaps and delivering ocean-esque waves. The tinder was dry and the fire caught. (See prev post). Despite the wind, we were able to roast marshmallows.
As dusk turned to dark, we watched as armadas of geese rowed north to an unknown inn.
On the northward reconnoiter, a bright red outcrop in a roadcut waved us over. Across the street boulders kept the hoi polloi from traversing. It was they, the boulders, that had the smithsonite; famous from the Kelly Mine in New Mexico (a fav Geology 101 field trip in the late 70s), Google Lens helped us to identify it.
Smithsonite
(In honor of Smith, the cat)
Jurassic Donut
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