It was over 100 degrees. The sky was bare-blue, as only a Utah sky can be, and the salt flats were as great mirrors, blinking back at the face of the sun. There I was, sure as sure that I could walk out on the eye-blinding sea of salt and harvest dark rocks from the sky as one would do on the arctic ice. I set out briskly, hearing the salt crystals crunch under my feet, pausing periodically to skan the gleaming expanse with my binoculars. My heart skipped. There were all kinds of little dark patches out there. Naive me thought that all I had to do was scoop 'em up....treasures from the heaven's. Yeah, right! Dried up grasshoppers unfortunate enough to fall on the scorching surface of this saline hotplate, and little gems of feces of some sort...not exactly what I was looking for. But The rugged beauty of miles of white beneath that turquoise sky, and the bare mountains in the distance drew me further and further out into the great expanse of NACL2, and kept me chasing little dark spots for hours. OOPS! I realized that I had to walk back to my little Toyota Tacoma which was now miles behind me, and He**! it was hot! Thank whatever, (goodness or God or such.) that I'm in good shape and not yet dehydrayed! I hoofed it full-stride, dripping with sweat, all the way back to the Toyota...not realizing that I was being observed by tourists at the rest- stop where I had parked. Yup, there was a group of guys just waiting for me so they could see just what a REAL NUT looked like. "Mister! What's on your mind?", came the inquisitive voice of one of the onlookers. "Why, NOTHING." I answered. "only an IDIOT would be walking out there on a day like this." He stood stunned and speechless as I walked back to my Toy and downed my entire gallon of springwater. Happy hunting, Rand Kluge
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