Showing posts with label silver. Show all posts
Showing posts with label silver. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 8, 2020

New Song Category: Gold or Mining Song | Seminole Wind

John Anderson: Seminole Wind (lyrics)
Album: Seminole Wind, 1992

I'm claiming a new song category: Gold Songs. And kind of like the Road Song category—songs that have to mention roads, streets, etcetera—gold songs are those that mention gold, gold mining, and possibly just mining in general. As a new category, at least on the blog, the definition has not yet been set in stone, so to speak. Another example of a "gold song" would be Heart of Gold by Neil Young.

This particular gold song, Seminole Wind, specifically mentions "days of old" and men digging for gold and silver, after which they "leave the empty holes," i.e. mine shafts, glory holes, or open pits. The song particularly emphasizes a couple negative aspects of gold and mining, though it really focuses on a hope that the Seminole Wind, and possibly the ghost of Osceola, will come and blow currently existing things to shit. (At least that's my interpretation.)

And so, when you happen to be gathering in places where the wind can blow ferociously—for example in Florida, in tornado country and the Midwest in general, in the Mojave Desert, and even in Nevada—watch out.

Tuesday, December 13, 2016

Twelve Months of LFD (2016)

I'm doing the year-end meme wherein I compile the first sentence of the first post of every month. Meme rules are as follows, as per DrugMonkey:
Post the link and first sentence from the first blog entry for each month of the past year.
I also add the first photo from the same first post. Previous takes on this Twelve Month meme at LFD were posted for 2008, 2009, 20102012, 2014, and 2015.

Aaand...here's the year 2016 for LFD:

January:
I've gathered up a collection of rocks to see which ones will float and which ones will sink.

February:

After checking out the southern route to Mineral Ridge while on my 1976 thesis quest, I headed north out of Silver Peak on then Highway 47 (now S.R. 265), carefully measuring the miles to the left-hand turnoff.

March:
With Mineral Ridge in my rear-view mirror, I stopped briefly at the basalt cinder cone, The Crater, which is located right on the side of the road just a few miles north of Silver Peak.

April:
From the vantage point of the end of the last post, a little southwest of Luning, Nevada, I turned around and pointed my camera northeast across Soda Spring Valley ... and paused to think back to the late 1980s, when we in the Western District of Former Mining Company had finally taken over exploration of the Walker Lane, which until then had been a mostly unexplored part of the Nevada District.

May:
I'm not sure how I got started on checking different words and concepts on Google Books Ngram Viewer yesterday, although my "History" tab suggests to me that it might have been related to some reading I was doing on science fiction.


June:
I collected this hand sample from the Original Bullfrog mine, Nye County, Nevada, sometime back in the mid to late 1980s when doing recon in the area, then cut and polished it—probably with a company saw and grinding wheel.

July:
We're now about two thirds of the way up the hill toward Red Pass on the Titus Canyon road, a one-way road that runs approximately east to west from Nevada into California, starting not far south of the ghost town of Rhyolite.

August:
There I was, preparing a few photos for posting in the ongoing Death Valley Trip – Titus Canyon series, doing my usual thing of marking up photos in MS Paint (I'm too cheap to buy any real photo programs), when I figured that I must have something around the house that might work better than either dragging the cursor across the screen with my trackpad or dragging my finger across the computer's touch screen.

September:
Now we'll leave the parking area near the Leadfield sign and, as I promised last time, we’ll walk out to what I’ve been referring to as the “far west cabin," although maybe that should really be "far northwest cabin."

October:
At the end of our last post—the one about the non-fold—we came into Titus Canyon proper and were looking at this view, down the canyon and to the west

November:
Just a bit of stibnite for your #MineralMonday.

December:
When I drove to the area on the south side of the Whipple Mountains where I ended up camping amidst downpours and nearby lightning, I thought I'd grab a few photos of the Colorado River Aqueduct, which passes through just north of CA Highway 62 on its way to the greater L.A. area, but an RVer was camped just beyond the aqueduct overpass, so I blew it off until I left.

Monday, June 6, 2016

Mineral Monday: Close-Ups of Bullfrog Ore from the Original Bullfrog Mine, Nevada

I collected this hand sample from the Original Bullfrog mine, Nye County, Nevada, sometime back in the mid to late 1980s when doing recon in the area, then cut and polished it—probably with a company saw and grinding wheel. This specimen is no doubt the best one I still have (a few may have been lost during one or two house moves), although it's been a while since I looked through all my rock boxes. This one photo has already been featured in two earlier posts, here and here.

I've got a few more photos to show you. These zoom in so we can see the size of the shiny ore minerals contained within the rock: v.g. (visible gold) and a silvery-gray silver mineral.
Here's the other side of this same rock.

We'll be focusing in on the lower left.
I've zoomed in here. Can you see the shiny flecks?
Well, it's hard to see them without holding the rock up to the light and waving it back and forth to get the metallic glint, so I've circled the little bits in yellow and light blue (cyan). Yellow is for gold; cyan is for silver.
See them now?
Yes, these are very tiny flecks of native gold and a silver mineral. The silver mineral is probably either acanthite; Ag-bearing tetrahedrite, with Ag substituting for Cu in the solid-solution series with freibergite; or uytenbogaardtite.
Zooming in even farther, we can see the ore minerals without enlarging the photo.
A few of these show up really well.
Next time I get my hands on this sample—I think it's still up in Alaska—I'll see if I can get even better photos.

Thursday, October 22, 2015

Finding a Thesis: Farther into the Palmetto Mountains

Magruder Mountain from Lida Summit.
The sun went down on that 1976 campsite perched somewhere on the south side of the Palmetto Mountains, and I eventually fell asleep, curled up in my barely adequate sleeping bag on the ground near my '76 Opel. Fortunately, by this time on my thesis hunt the evenings were almost balmy, so I didn't freeze the way I had during that earlier, colder stop a few miles north of Belmont. Was this trip later in the spring?—or was it really that much warmer at the same elevation but 75 miles to the south?

I arose the next morning and dinked around a few nearby workings (possibly near the Blue Dick Mine) while I grabbed a quick bite. Then I once again got out my paper topo sheets—this time it would be the Goldfield 2° sheet and the Magruder Mountain and Lida Wash 15' maps—and determined my course for the day. I would at least plan to get up to some of the prospects and workings near Excelsior Spring, and I'd try to hit a few prospects to the northwest near the Palmetto Mine.
A portion of the Magruder Mtn 15' quad courtesy of the USGS
via their Map Locator & Downloader.
I relaxed a bit as I drove down the alluvial fan road, feeling not nearly as tense as I had the day before, and then I made my way up and over Lida Summit, which sits at an elevation of 7460 feet (although it apparently was at 7400 feet as recently as 2004!).
Lida Summit looking west.
The view looks about 55 miles across the relatively low hills of the Sylvania Mountains, across intervening Eureka Valley, across a low northern part of the Inyo Mountains, and across Owens Valley south of Big Pine, at the distant peaks of the Sierra Nevada. The highest peaks in the view, toward the right approaching a dark hill beyond and below the sign, are Mount Pinchot at 13,494 feet (4113 m) and Striped Mountain at 13,179 feet (4017 m).

When I had planned my stops early in the morning, I didn't know I'd be passing by the old site of Palmetto, formerly a silver-mining community, now a complete ghost town.
The Palmetto historical marker (also read it here), in front of an old millsite.
The rock work of the millsite.
Abandoned stone building.
Looking through the old ruin up toward the highest point of the Palmetto Mountains, 9285 feet (often called the "Blue Dick Benchmark").
Both Peakbagger and SummitPost list the elevation of the Blue Dick Benchmark as 9289 feet (2831 m). SummitPost has a good story about oldtimer Blue Dick Hartman, for whom the nearby Blue Dick Mine was named. A somewhat more detailed version of him faking his own death can be read awkwardly in this Newspapers.com view of the 1954 Tucson Daily Citizen.
Another view from the ruin (Google Maps location).
And so, on that long-ago day, I pulled myself away from the site of Palmetto and drove up a good, bladed road into the main part of the Palmetto mining district. The sun was warm as it shone through the windows of my non–air-conditioned, little blue car. I wound my way upward into the piñon-juniper zone, which to this day often feels hotter to me than the lowlands of the same area. Maybe the air is stagnant in the trees, maybe it's something about expecting more coolth from the shade than could possibly be created by these desert trees, maybe it's the sun reflecting off the dirt of the road and the dirt between the trees. I'm not sure, but I still don't look forward to hikes in the trees, especially those of the juniper persuasion, preferring the sagebrush zone below or the alpine zone above.

I stopped at a place, maybe at the end of one of the roads, where there was an old shack (or two? or three?), a wooden framed adit or two, many rusty tin cans, a couple shot-up 55 gallon drums, old and new shards of glass, garbage and rubbish, jumbles and scrap—in sum, the usual stuff and old junk often found in old mining areas, always variable from place, always worth looking through or at least taking pictures of. I ate lunch and then wandered around, looking at the old workings and mine dumps, finding a boat load of orange shaly chips, probably float from the Ordovician Palmetto Formation.

As for the broad geology of the area, I'll try to get into that next time...

Previous Posts in this Series:
Thesis: Finding an Area
Finding a Thesis: Battle Mountain to Austin to Gabbs
Finding a Thesis: Pole Line Road
Finding a Thesis: Pole Line to Belmont
Finding a Thesis: Klondyke District
Finding a Thesis: A Joshua Tree Aside
Finding a Thesis: Into the Palmetto Mountains

Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Finding a Thesis: Klondyke District

Some of you might remember, back in the distant past of this blog, a time when I was on my seemingly endless thesis-hunting journey, and I was just about to leave Belmont, the silver mining district and small town in central Nevada:
"I finished up looking around the old dumps, headed back over the pass, coasted downhill through Manhattan and back to Highway 8A, and then I turned left, to cruise south toward Route 6. My route would take me through Tonopah, past the Divide district, into the Palmetto Mountains, and on to Silver Peak."
I thought that Belmont had looked rather interesting, perhaps the most interesting of the areas I had seen so far, its dumps covered with quartz vein material containing as-yet unidentified ore minerals (unidentified to me, that is), but I nevertheless moved on toward my next target, the Klondyke mining district (AKA Klondike district, AKA Southern Klondyke district), an historic silver producing area not far south of Tonopah.



When I drove into the Klondyke district back in 1976, the only existing maps for the area consisted of the 1962 Goldfield 2° sheet (an AMS sheet) and the 1952 Mud Lake 15' map (in this case, also an AMS sheet; see more about these maps at an earlier blog post in this series). Both maps show U.S. Highway 95 on an old alignment that took it just west of the Klondyke area. These were the days before 95 was rerouted around Hasbrouk Peak in the 1970s (the route change appears to have taken place sometime between the issuance of the 1976-77 and 1978-79 Nevada road maps), and so the maps showed the Highway 95 I knew at the time. And, continuing with the theme of my thesis hunt taking me to, through, and by areas I would come to know more about in the future, it turns out that Hasbrouk Peak is essentially a small hill of gold, one that Former Mining Company would come to drill in the mid or late 1980s.

The 2° sheet shows very little detail; the 15’ map shows a little more:
Goldfield 2° sheet from the USGS via MSRMaps. The hills in the north-central part of the map comprise part of the Tonopah-Divide district, with Tonopah just off the map to the north. The Klondyke district sits in the center of the map in an area marked "Numerous mines."
A portion of the Mud Lake, NV 15' map, via the USGS Map Locator & Downloader. The hills of interest are nearly dead center. Only a few of many prospect pits, cuts, trenches, adits, and shafts are shown.
These maps make it look like it should be fairly easy to get to the low hills of the Klondyke district, but because of a highway right-of-way fence that blocked most dirt roads shown on the old maps, I ended up driving back and forth several times before finding the right road. I’m not really sure how long it took me to find the right road, nor do I know now which road finally took me through the fence, but I do know that I didn't get out of my ’72 Opel, grab the bolt cutters that I didn’t know to carry with me back then, and cut the fence, so I must have found a way around the fence. The old maps offer me no clues, nor do easily accessible air photos.

I did finally arrive at the white, pale orange, and brownish low hills of the area, hills underlain by Paleozoic carbonate and siliclastic units intruded by granite and alaskite.
Vertical beds!
The oldtimers had found enriched silver in quartz veins cutting the sedimentary formations, at least partly below a thrust fault. Chlorargyrite, a secondary silver mineral, was reported to be the dominant ore mineral, something that would have been key to my advisor, a tall lanky man whose interests ran to silver prospecting, silver discoveries, drilling silver properties, and secondary silver minerals (all things silver).

I banged on a few rocks, shook my head with wonder a few times, looked around the dumps for old bottles and such, and went back to the paved highway.



I revisited the Klondyke area a few years back while on my way into western Esmeralda County to check out a land sale. I got onto the old highway easily, and I nearly immediately found a decent road heading into the low hills. The old right-of-way fence was gone (or moved to the new alignment), and the turn into the area was quite obvious.
Looking north along old U.S. 95 toward Tonopah.
Looking south down old U.S. 95 toward Goldfield.
This turnoff to the low hills of the Klondyke district is obvious, and the fence has been removed.
A lizard!
The partly marbleized carbonates suggest a complex history of deformation and veining.
A piece of jasperoid shows a reddish brown color that I now think of as fairly typical of base metal or silver – base metal districts.
Old junk and mine workings and dumps. There are two shadowed cuts on a low hill in the distance to the left of the 55 gal drum, and a small cut in the dark area to the left of that.
This is the small cut in the dark area mentioned above. Ooh, what’s that I spot just below the bush on the right?
A sample tag. Someone has been here!
Anyone want to claim this sample number?
I headed back to the highway, realizing that I knew a lot more than I did on my first visit to the area, when I really wan't that sure of what I was looking at. I checked out the old alignments once again, and found this particular section that had gone entirely to dirt.
The old alignment joins the current alignment just beyond the first hill, and goes off toward Goldfield.
I then rejoined the active alignment of U.S. 95 and steered my way south toward Goldfield and beyond to the turnoff to the Palmetto Mountains.

Previous Posts in this Series:
Thesis: Finding an Area
Finding a Thesis: Battle Mountain to Austin to Gabbs
Finding a Thesis: Pole Line Road
Finding a Thesis: Pole Line to Belmont

Wednesday, June 29, 2011

Things You Find in the Field: Broken Fire Assay Crucible

When wandering out and about in the field sometime back in April, when the air still had quite a chill, and the snow had not completely gone, I came upon some bits and pieces of history: a few remains from fire assaying. This was a small site, not necessarily the location of an actual assay lab, maybe just a place where someone had dumped some miscellaneous debris.
Here's the biggest, most distinctive chunk I found: part of the bottom of a fire assay crucible, a crucible used in fire assay for gold and silver.
The inside has a thin coating of what was once fused ore and flux, now cooled to a greenish glass.
I think the bottom of the crucible holds a vague clue to the manufacturer of the crucible, and hence to its age, but not one I know how to decipher.

Fire assay / cupellation at Wikipedia - a fairly abbreviated description of the fire assay process.

What is Fire Assaying? - a more complete description.

A Textbook of fire assaying - by Edward Everett Bugbee, the classic and complete text on fire assaying. I used a 1933 edition of Bugbee when doing fire assays for my thesis.

Wednesday, March 16, 2011

Where it All Began, Part II

Continued from Where It All Began, which ended:
That, anyway, is one way to make a geologist, although I’m sure there are also other ways. One thing that geologists are sure of is the existence and viability of other ways — this idea is technically referred to as “multiple working hypotheses,” and it’s sometimes stated as, “if ten geologists mapped the same area, you’d end up with at least ten different maps."


Half Dome

The western U.S. — from the subduction-bounded and transform-faulted Pacific coast to the uplifted and locally hog-backed eastern border of the Rocky Mountains — is a tectonically active region. This activity is revealed in the Mesozoic intrusion, cooling, and crystallization of the great Sierra Nevada batholith (65 to 210 million years ago), in the Holocene to Miocene faulting of the San Andreas fault system (0 to 35 million years ago), and in the Pleistocene to Pliocene uplift of the Sierra Nevada Mountains as a block (1 to 3 million years ago especially, with some uplift still continuing). The west coast has been an active continental margin for a long time — back, way back into the early Paleozoic and perhaps beyond into the Precambrian. I was born and grew up in this active geologic area.

When I was almost eleven, my family and I left the west coast semi-permanently and moved to the mostly inactive, even passive, continental margin of the east coast. The east coast — as geologists learned when the theories of continental drift and plate tectonics came together in the 60s and 70s — has been, for the most part, tectonically inactive since the Paleozoic era, with a smattering of activity in the Mesozoic, and even less activity since then (though not entirely zero). It took geologists years to figure out how plate tectonic theory could apply to such a long dead area (geologic history here and here). It’s now known to be a passive margin.

I never felt truly at home there: the mountains were not mountains, the coastlines were not coastlines — unless we drove all the way to Maine — and no huge masses of granite stuck out anywhere to provide a feeling of solidity or to remind me of home. Eventually, I found pieces of home in the granite quarry of Mt. Airy, North Carolina, and in unakite outcrops hidden somewhere amongst the creeping, overgrown underbrush of the Blue Ridge Mountains (unakite = altered granite). I was also rather partial to the kyanite of Willis Mountain, and enjoyed looking for twinned staurolite crystals. These, and other rocks and minerals, are reminders of the the Appalachians' earlier, more tectonically active heydey, but I was not introduced to them until relatively late in my east coast stage of life. I was a geologic orphan.



When I returned to the west in 1975, I bypassed all known modes of geologic transportation — continental drift, wind and river transport, landslide, fault creep, thrust faulting, and valley rifting — and, instead, traveled across the continent in my ‘72 Opel, with everything I owned fitting inside except my full length mirror. I deposited myself like a graded bed on the east side of the Sierra Nevada and once again drew renewed strength from its high prominences and great length.

I was now in the province of the intermountain west, an area of complex and still unfolding geology, an area of tension and extension that formed, and still form, the quite obvious elevation extremes of basins and ranges that reach from the Sierra Nevada to the Wasatch Range. (Reno, Nevada, and Salt Lake City, Utah, are moving away from each other at a rate of about ½ inch per year.) The topography is simple and seemingly endless: up and down, up and down, up and down: corrugated or not corrugated, depending on how you like to characterize things. Dutton (1886) described our western ranges as looking like "an army of caterpillars crawling northward" — ranges of the Basin and Range province crawl northwestward across Arizona toward Nevada, and crawl northeastward across Nevada toward the Snake River plain.

I was also in a region shaped by tectonic processes more subtle than those that created the definitive horst-graben topography of the Basin and Range, processes that were active long before the land now known as California even existed — before magma arose from the melting zone deep beneath the west coast’s subducting plate to form a batholith that is intermittently present from at least Mexico to the northern reaches of Canada, and even into Alaska. First, sedimentary layers and volcanic flows had accumulated in former oceans and basins; then, as part of repeated accretionary events beginning in the Paleozoic, western siliceous cherts, siltstones, and pillows had been pushed over eastern carbonates along a thrust fault hundreds of miles long: the Roberts Mountains Thrust.
Carlin Unconformity

I was in a land of slammed-together accreted terranes, of compression and obduction, of province-wide, low-angle reverse faults. I was also in a land of thin and hot crust, a land whose huge-caldera volcanism and volcanic pyrotechnics in the Tertiary could easily make the eruptions of Mt. St. Helens, Mt. Mazama, Mt. Pelé, and Krakatoa look puny. In short, I was in the Great Basin — a region that overlaps with the Basin and Range province but is by no means identical to it — where all rivers, creeks, and dry washes flow inward into inland lakes or dry playas, and not outward to the sea.

I was, at long last, in Nevada.

Nevada, the silver state, has long been known for its bonanza gold and silver, and has more recently been known for its no-seeum, low-grade, disseminated gold (not so low-grade anymore, but that's another story). After moving here, I expanded my horizons: Carlin-type gold deposits in 1976, eastern Nevada in 1980, and the Mojave desert in 1981. Because of my own expansion, I gradually came to know that I was in the land of detachment faulting: a land where extreme extension and tectonic denudation have exposed the tortoise-shell–shaped cores of metamorphic core complexes that cut through the North American Cordillera in a band running from north-central Mexico into British Columbia. Detachment faults — large, low-angle normal faults of regional extent — separate the ductilely deformed cores from the broken and faulted rock formations lying tilted and detached above.

I moved here in 1975 and have been extended, disseminated, and detached ever since.

Some References:
Cathro, R.J., 2010, Nevada-type gold deposits (Part 4): CIM Magazine, v. 5, no. 7, p. 88-90.

Dutton, C.E., 1886, Mount Taylor and the Zuni Plateau, p. 105-198 in Volume III of Report of the Secretary of the Interior; being part of the Message and Documents Communicated to the Two Houses of Congress at the Beginning of the First Session of the Forty Ninth Congress in Five Volumes: Washington, Government Printing Office.

Gilbert, G.K., 1890, Lake Bonneville: U.S. Geological Survey Monograph 1, 438 pp.

McPhee, John, 1981, Basin and Range: Farrar; Straus & Giroux, New York.

Troxel, B.W., and Wright, L.A., 1987, Tertiary extensional features, Death Valley region, eastern California: Geological Society of America Centennial Field Guide-Cordilleran Section, 1987, p. 123-132.