Yesterday was one of those unexpected, yet amazingly entertaining adventures that one can have. Riding with a friend for 4 hours each way across 3 states to attend what we believed to be one of the years best gem, mineral and geode shows turned out to be a dusty ride back in time to the 1950’s flea market. The dusty adventure crossed belief in both sight, sound and smell. The first vendor had a ton ( I do mean weight) of freshly picked white sage. There is nothing like the scent of fresh sage to purify the beginning of ones adventure.
The earth was a mixture of dry sand, clay and earth. when looking at the locals you could readily believe stories of creation from dust and return to dust. The land, air and creased faces were filled with a reddish ochra colored dust. As we picked our way back through time the “lilting” notes of the Ventures old instrumental, Tequila, assaulted our ears. I say assault as the rendition was played on a kazoo. Actually, he did quite well and the tune was instantly recognizable.
The flea market was full to bursting with amazing treasures including a radio from the 1950’s with special marks. The marks represented the two stations one should turn to in case of nuclear attack. I overheard a group of women discussing the virtues of various rocks and if made into jewelry did they think the rock might fade. I have never before concerned myself with the possibility of rocks fading in sunlight. How wonderful to spend your day pondering the quality of a rock.
The scent of down home Bar-B-Que, ice tea and an abundance of outhouses created the necessary ambiance. Further down the road I actually found and purchased wonderful singing bowl and soft leather to make a new pair of boots for cloud walking. (Cloud walking is a story for another time.) After a long day we returned to the parking lot which had one side fenced offed. A graveside service as a casket was laid to rest in the dusty earth. Returning back again took us through 3 states and 5 hours until the glittery lights and the year 2011 coagulated around us. I hope to once again return the the dusty past and bring with me some marbles which seem to be a hot commodity in that era. I have been thinking of taking up the kazoo. Since I am tone deaf it sould not really matter.