Rain and Rocks

Posted by Rebecca Stone on January 5, 2010
Jan 052010

I love beachcombing in the rain — as long as it’s more the misty kind rather than a steady downpour! After the other day, when I gathered more trash than agates during my solo crusade to clean up the corner of the beach I love so much, I figured I was due for a find. Yesterday it was too darn stormy to make it out to my favorite spot. Instead, I found a Rogue Ale brew pub overlooking Newport harbor, serving shots of something called “Dead Guy Ale.” I’m no beer snob, but it was pretty darn good. A change of pace from the typical cup of latte that usually accompanies my Internet chores.

On the way back to Lincoln City, I checked out a couple of other beaches that I’d heard were possible agate havens. But no go. Dark, rainy, windy — and more sand than rocks. But I did look out to see a little harbor seal face scoping me out and barking at me from the swells.

This morning, I was out on the beach as the tide was going out. Again, dark and drizzly. Not another soul out there. The wind out of the southwest was gusting about 15 knots and I could taste the salt on the air. The seagulls were lined up like a powder-gray platoon at the surf’s edge — hundreds of them. They parted before me as I walked, and landed behind me. I thought of Hitchcock’s The Birds. Lots of rocks dimpled the faultless sand along with the blue and white iridescence of muscle shells, scattered like broken pieces of china on tan satin.

It looked as though maybe I could get around the rocks to the cove, and I tried — twice. But the situation was just a little too treacherous. After wrenching my wrist to break my fall off a slick rock, I resigned myself to hunting on the beach. No agate is worth risking your life for. 

Pickin’s seemed slim, but as I walked slowly back along the packed sand, I started finding some things. I am starting to get pretty good at identification, but there are some I would still like to verify. I believe I found a couple of blue agates, along with some clouds, whites, mosses, clears and carnelians, and maybe a black. I also collected some jaspers with fascinating patterns.

It’s always the patterns, or inclusions, that capture my attention. This is why I named my blog Inclusions. It’s kind of a double entendre, but, while I find the flawless stones beautiful, I feel that the flaws, or inclusions, are what give a stone character. And isn’t that just like so many things in life? Anyway, more about that later. And I hope to post some photos soon of some of my finds, which I think will making really striking jewelry.

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