Took an afternoon off and went off the sand creek to do some rock hunting and maybe find an arrowhead. It has been sometime since I found and arrowhead, I have found pieces and a small scraper. Arrowhead hunting is a hobby for a few people that live on the prairie. For centuries the Indians wandered across the plains, following the buffalo herds and living out their lives.
Looking up a bluff through a small draw. There is a small thread of green where the water collects. The buffalo find these and graze. It is also a place where the Indians could stampede the buffalo over the ridge and a few of the buffalo would perish in the tumble down the hill.
It would then be easy for the Indians to finish off the animals and skin them. Below is a creek and a spring nearby for clean water.
I walk the fields and pastures searching for the tips and scrapers left behind from the processing of the buffalo. Not much luck but I enjoy the walk and the getting away to a place of solitude. There is a farmhouse over there about a half mile and another over a mile away. Then a few more miles to find another farm house.
As I walk the open spaces, the wind dances around, grasses wave in the breeze and clouds are absent. High clear blue sky. Summer has been postponed for a few more days, a sweater is need to keep the cool needles out.
Some smoky quartz is found, a few agates, maybe a piece of opal and petrified wood pieces but no arrowheads. It was a nice walk on a cool day. Batteries recharged and cobwebs scraped away.
Will have to revisit there another day and remember why life marches on. Here is a cadence that nature sets. Man is but a stepper to the cadence.