Life is just collecting things. It starts with toys and then, later, other things like postcards, shells and cars.
The process evolves into a need for kids then memories and just dust in the end.
Collecting: Process of Living
Tag Archives: rock collecting
Young Chronicles: Rocks from Across Canada
I collected a rock from every province/territory on my Cross-Canada Hitchhiking trip in 1983 and described each one briefly in my journal.
Rock #1 Cavendish Beach, Prince Edward Island: Smooth and rounded, a single white stripe down the side and bit of ocean scum
Rock #2 Cornerbrook, Newfoundland: Jagged, almost gold, sparkling, a 3-D trapezoid
Rock #3 Sydney, Nova Scotia: Small, white polka dots on white, a few glitters
Rock #4 Kouchibouguac National Park, New Brunswick: Orange and broken, rectangular
Rock #5 Metis Beach, Quebec: An unfinished sculpture, black with streaks of green; looks like a bird, jagged and rectangular, when stood on one end
Rock #6 Wawa, Ontario: Dark, weathered and a broken top
Rock #7 Regina, Saskatchewan: Yellowish white of small proportions, chipped
Rock #8: Edmonton Fort, Alberta: Rounded, light brown with white streaks. Pock-marked and lop-sided
Rock #9: Grey Mountain, Yukon: Egg-shaped and worn. Covered in moss shit.
Rock #10 Wreck Beach, British Columbia: black, warped, dent in one side, speckled with grey.
I failed to get to a rock from Manitoba. Not sure why. There were plenty of rocks there.
Young Chronicles III: Cochrane to Timmins
Mileage 8573
I phoned my mom last night and everybody is fine. And me and Nigel had a party last night. We had three cookies and we watched TV. Then everybody went to bed and a pillow fell on me. And we saw two mouse like in the picture.
Mileage 8638
We are arriving in Timmins and we are ahead of the two cars, Mr. Fleming and Mrs. Cohen. We went to an open pit mine. It is 4/3 of a mile long and 1/2 a mile wide and 500 feet deep. They told us they have been working for seven years and they are going to work for three more years!
Then we went on a tour of a Timmins. We got magazine called The Golden Porcupine. The weather changed and it began to rain. Then we saw a skating rink and Frank Mahovlich learned to skate there. And I got one rock for dad, one for mom, and two for my sister and two for my brother. And one for me.
