I will admit that I was the one who mentioned going. I just wanted to get out of the house. I would have done anything. Snake chasing, cowboy stalking, wrangling spiders.
I chose arrowhead hunting, knowing that the chances of ME FINDING AN ARROWHEAD are about the same as ME FINDING JOHNNY DEPP in the cactus and sagebrush. Probably less.
I found a lot of rocks, some trees, and a piece of old hard tire.
I found an ant
that I wanted for the backyard but Nick said NO, and I gave up because it was too big for me to carry.
I found a blue feather which is weird because I read that book called Illusions by Richard Bach where the Messiah teaches him to find things by thinking about them first and the first thing he tried to find was a blue feather. I didn’t know until that SECOND that I would forever think about that book when finding a blue feather.
Then while writing the above paragraph I realized that Stephen King called himself Richard Bachman and I wonder who came first, the Bach or the Bachman.
and I don’t know what it belongs to, but there were so many HUGE WOLFSPIDERS hanging out in the sagebrush that I imagine a bunch of wolfspiders took town an antelope and this was all that was left. The wolfspiders looked like this
Only without the dripping antelope blood. I added that so that you would have an easier time visualizing hundreds of wolfspiders jumping on an antelope.
which Nick says is made of “good material” but isn’t “tooled.” Tooled? I don’t know how you can tell. If it looks like a chip from an arrowhead, feels like a chip from an arrowhead, then it is just a pretty rock I picked up and carried home in my pocket, feeling like a tool.
At least I found something.