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“Green?” comes the reply.
“Meaning: ‘We understand and agree fully?’” I reply.
“Oh, yes, boss man. Very green.” They agree.
“OK, now,” I ask, “Either of you familiar with firearms?”
Both tell me they have been deer and bunny hunting and Al likes to target shoot with his .22. and .38 Special.
“OK, here’s the deal,” I continue, “Right after breakfast tomorrow, its weapons detail. You pass my little tests, and I’ll issue you one of my personal sidearms. Out here, it could come in very handy” as I relate the saga of Dr. Eva and the puma.
“Remember,” I add, “These are my personal pistols. You will take very good care of them, will you not?”
“Oh, very, very green,” they reply.
“Good.” I think.
The rest of the night, we put a good dent in our beer supply. I get to know these guys and even though they’re mining geologists, they’re a couple of clever lads. We’re all geologists of one sort or another under the skin and that helps with our ‘esprit de corps’.
These lads have had a long day, so I call lights out.
“I’ll see you in the morning,” I say, “Bright but not too early. Let’s make it 0730.”
Night has fully fallen. I sit out for a while, finish off my cocktail, my cigar, and revel in the spectacle of the backbone of the night. Holy wow, there’s a lot of stars out here tonight.
Freshly made coffee, eggs, and bacon rouse these guys early out of bed. It’s 0745 and already we’re cleaning up the breakfast dishes.
They know enough about field trips, field camps, and fieldcraft to clear the area of food, store, or hang it where animals cannot reach. To bury garbage well away from camp, and place heavy rocks on top; so I don’t have to teach them everything.
“OK, guys,” I say, as I walk them over to a likely looking outcrop. In front of it, I have several old rusty cans set up on a board between a couple of rocks. There’s a good backdrop with enough sand to prevent any ricochets from errant bullets.
I pull back my vest and hand each one of my Glock 10mm pistols.
“Gentlemen,” I explain, “These are my Glock Model 40 10mm pistols. They carry 18 in the magazine and one up the pipe. They are semi-automatic, so they fire every time you pull the trigger. We OK so far?”
I’m watching them intently as they handle the weapons. Both are clever enough to spit out the magazine and eject the one in the chamber before futzing around inspecting the weapons.
Highest marks.
“Any questions?” I ask.
“Why do we need guns? Anyways?” Al asks.
“Did you already forget my little story about Dr. Eva and the catamount I told you last night?” I said.
“Oh, that’s gotta be a one-off.” He snorts, “Like that’s ever happened twice.”
“Perhaps, perhaps not” I reply, But I know there’s loads of snakes, spiders, scorpions, sidewinders, pack rats, badgers, foxes, coyotes, Gila monsters, fungo bats, bloodsucking umpires, and myriad other forms of nasty, toothy critters that think your leg would be a great late afternoon snack. Then there’s rabies. I’m immunized against it, are you?”
“No,” they admit.
“Plus,” I add, “It’s a dandy noisemaker if you get lost or cornered by rabid biker or accountant gangs.”
“My dad said you should never shoot anything you’re not going to eat,” Al replies.
“You want to chew on a packrat, be my guest,” I reply, “Besides, old tin cans and paper targets are just not at all tasty.”
Al had to agree with my stunning logic.
“OK,” I say, “Pucker time.”
I had out pairs of earplugs.
“Al,” I say, “You first. Call your shots.”
“OK,” he replies, “Left to right.”
He fires eight times and hits four cans. Not bad for someone with a new, to them, weapon.
“Chuck,” I say, “You’re up. Same as the last.”
“OK,” he says, “Right to left.”
He fires nine times and scores three hits.
Fair enough in my book.
I order them to go to weapons safe, and I’ll be right back after I make a quick run to my truck.
I return with holsters for both of them.
“Keep the guns in here. That way they’ll always be by your side.” I say. I wander down and re-set the range.
“Doc, we have to ask,” they both grin, “What the hell is that?” they ask, pointing at my Casull.
“Cover your ears.” I smile.
I pull my sidearm and drop the hammer five quick times. I would do six, but the shells are so big, there’s only room for five.
Five cans downrange are still doing their death dance.
“Holy shit!” Al exclaims. “Damn, Doc. What the fuck is that?”
I smile, and tell them, “A custom Casull .454 Magnum. For hunting bison, up close.”
They stand there goggling as I re-holster, turn heel, and head back to the truck.
After lunch, it’s explosives training. But first, I need to know what they know.
Just the basics, actually. Familiar with dynamite and Primacord, but none of the other fun permissibles.
OK, then its demonstration time. I ask them to put their hands in their pockets, stand around, and observe while I whip up a series of explosives as for my demonstration.
I give a running dialogue as to priming explosives, the differences between them, how to set and charge for different situations, what Primacord can do, what demo wire is for, and how a galvanometer works. I show them the difference between a time-delay pull-fuse, a plunger-type blasting machine, and the venerable Captain America.
They got a real charge, no pun intended, out of Captain America.
I made certain to make the physical amounts of each explosive about as close to each other as I could.
For the demonstration, I had: Blasting caps, Primacord, C-4, 40% Extra Fast Dynamite, 60% Extra Fast Dynamite, RDX, PETN, ANFO, Kinestik, Seismogel, and HELIX.
I asked them to go out and scrounge up around 12 rocks of around the same size, weight, and dimensions.
Being geologists that took all of 5 minutes. I had them set them in a line some 100 or so meters distant. We would use my worktable, set off to the side, as blasting central.
I went and set, and primed all the charges with equal-strength blasting caps; except, of course, for the blasting cap itself.
I ran back 12 twin leads of demo wire and showed them how to operate a galvanometer. It’s really not rocket surgery and they got the idea quickly. I let them galv the last 6 shots.
I figured I’d show them both how a manually actuated blasting machine worked, so I set it up for the blasting cap. The cap alone was nestled under a rock that weighed about 3 kilos. All the rocks were limestone, about the same size and weight.
It was going to be a hell of a show.
One time, and one time only, I explained how we ‘clear the compass’.
Then how we tootle with vigor whatever horn is handy. Usually an air horn.
Then we do a quick visual to make certain there are no errant animals around, quadrupeds, or bipeds.
Then the FIRE IN THE HOLE thrice mantra.
Then one last quick scan of the area.
Then I point, and yell: ”Hit it!”. Or if you’re doing a shot on your own, you try and punch out the bottom of the manual blaster, pull the pop-top on a delay fuse, or push the big, shiny red button on Captain America.
“Got all that?” I ask.
They assured me that they did.
So, on with the show.
We go through the safety procedure, and I punch the bottom out of “Old Reliable”. The blasting cap fires immediately splits the rock and sends it reeling in two different directions.
The next was a primacord set-pull-forget delay primer on a spiral of Primacord under a rock. The Primacord initiator took off once the fuse hit it and 22,500 feet per second later, detonated the spiral of Primacord. The rock shattered and it went off in several directions.
C-4 made that rock fragment and sent many shards long distances. Chuck and Al were taking copious notes.
40% Dynamite launched that rock skyward. It landed some seconds later.
60% Dynamite absolutely destroyed the rock and sent it flying in several directions, scattering itself over a large, wide area.
RDX, PETN, and Seismogel did a good job of both fragmenting and relocating the rock samples.
ANFO, is a much slower, as it is a deflagrating rather than detonating explosive, really launched that rock skyward. We never did find it afterward.
Kinestik and HELIX binaries just obliterated the rock samples. One second there, next second, POOF; there it was, gone.
Each time, before the shot, we went through the safety protocol. They got the immediate idea I was a Safety Bug and it was best not to ask questions if the safety protocol was always necessary. It was just easier to comply.
We spent the rest of the day going over aerial and satellite photos, the old mine maps, and newer USGS maps of the area. Then we broke out the mine-inspection gear. They both were accomplished rock climbers, so highest marks for them.
We went over SCBA, all the noxious gas monitors, NORM badges, the need for gloves, the why of hardhats, re-breathers, hip chains, Self-Rescuers, and the rest of the near 25 kilos of crap we needed to kit out in before we attacked a mine.
“So, Doc. So much for today,” Al says, “When are we going to hit a mine?”
“Tomorrow, bright, and early,” I said.
“Where is it?” they asked.
About 200 meters away, to the north. Why did you think I camped here? It’s the Y-Knot manganese mine. It’ll be a good one for you guys to cut your teeth on.”
The Y-Knot mine is found in rocks that are interbedded limestones and shales of Mississippian age. For the most part, they dip steeply to the southwest, but they are locally folded and have been cut by three sets of faults thrust faults, tear faults, and normal faults.
The manganese ore bodies are irregular, pod-like, or tabular in shape. Most of them extend along normal faults, but others replace limestone adjacent to faults, and one is along a thrust fault. They are almost completely oxidized to a depth of 170 feet. The ore consists predominantly of pyrolusite with some wad and psilomelane. These minerals may have been formed by the oxidation of rhodochrosite and alabandite.
The mine is so-called because, in plan view, that is, from overhead, it resembles a large capital letter “Y”. It consists of a single longitudinal tunnel and two branching anastomoses at about 1350 angle. Both lateral open to the surface by ‘glory holes’, or ‘prospect pits’, which are vertical shafts to the surface.
All three entrances to the mine, the primary adit, and the two later shafts, will have to be blasted to close this mine. That will be our task tomorrow.
Just as an aside, as I get more into this, the more I’ll be tossing a lot of mining terminology around, so I best define what the more usual terms encountered mean.
Ackermans: Steel bolts inserted into pre-drilled holes in the walls or floor, though not the roof, of a mine to affix support structures. (cf Rock bolts.)
Adit: a horizontal passage leading into a mine for the purposes of access or drainage.
Chute, or Ore Chute: An opening, usually constructed of timber and equipped with a gate, through which ore is drawn from a stope or raise into mine cars.
Cribbing: A temporary or permanent wooden structure used to support heavy objects, as used in sub-surface mining as roof support.
Crosscut: A level tunnel driven across the mineral vein.
Face: The end of the drift, crosscut, or tunnel, generally where the miners work.
Gangue (pr. ‘gang’): The host rock for the ore.
Glory hole: An open pit from which ore is extracted, especially where broken ore is passed to underground workings before being hoisted.
• *Gobbing: The refuse thrown back into the excavation after removing the ore; the ‘gob stuff’. Also the process of packing with waste rock; stowing. A worked-out area in a mine often packed closed with this.
Lagging: Planks or small timbers placed between steel ribs along the roof of a stope or drift to prevent rocks from falling, rather than to support the main weight of the overlying rocks.
Muck: Ore or waste rock that has been broken up by blasting.
Portal: The surface entrance to a tunnel or adit.
Raise: A vertical or inclined underground working that has been excavated from the bottom upward.
Rock bolts: Fixtures supporting openings in roof rock with steel bolts anchored in holes drilled especially for this purpose.
Shaft: A vertical or inclined excavation in rock for the purpose of providing access to an orebody. Usually equipped with a hoist at the top, which lowers and raises a conveyance for handling workers and materials. The primary access to the various levels. May be up to 10,000 feet deep.
Stope: An excavation in a mine from which ore is, or has been, extracted.
Tailings or Tails: The waste rock that has been through the mill and had the valuable mineral removed.
Winze: An internal shaft.
There, now you’re all expert hard-rock underground miners. Now hand me that double-slung jack and call me a shaker.
Continuing, we were to assault the old Y Knot mine in the morning. That means until then, the drinking light has been lit. I’ll let my charges; my guys, not explosives, fiddle with dinner tonight.
Again with franks and beans. OK, not bad, but just belly timber. One could go spare on a constant diet like this. Well, one step at a time; I don’t want to over-amp these guys by dropping too much on them too fast.
However, I did show them how to make my killer cobbler in a Dutch Oven for dessert.
Quick digression:
Doc’s Killer Cobbler recipe.
• Fruit: peaches, berries of any kind, or a mixture of bananas, apples, pears, seasonal fruit. Pick one, or mix, and use about 60 ounces.
• 4 tubes ready-made Parker House dinner rolls.
• 1 stick real, not that Illinoise imitation crap, butter.
• Ground cinnamon, allspice, nutmeg, or cayenne, to taste.
• Place a 14 Inch camp Dutch Oven over glowing campfire embers.
• Pour contents of fruits into Dutch Oven. Pop open dinner roll tubes, arrange rolls over fruit to cover completely. Sprinkle spice(s) over all to taste. Cut butter into equal slices and arrange them on top. Add a touch of kosher salt if desired.
• Put the lid on top of the oven and place a camp shovelful of embers over the top to the Dutch Oven. Let sit, unmolested, for about 45 minutes.
• Retrieve from the fire, clean off oven. Spoon into bowls while hot and add one healthy shot or more of cream liqueur: Bailey’s Irish Creme, Magnum Cream Liqueur, Amarula Cream, Somrus Indian Cream Liqueur, Tolón-Tolón Whisky Cream, Gioia Luisa Lemoncello Crème, 1921 Crema De Tequila, Mexico, or coffee liqueur: Tia Maria, Kahlua, Heering, or Patron XO Liqueur.
• Serve with ice cream or whipped cream, if available.
Now, back to our story…
Early the next morning, after a quick breakfast of eggs, waffles, bacon, grapefruit, pancakes, hot oatmeal, fresh-squeezed orange juice, and golden cheese blintzes, we were all standing around the back of my truck.
On the tailgate were three piles of mine-going-into gear.
I told Chuck and Al to watch as I got decked out for our invasion of the Y Knot mine.
Among all our usual kit of hip-chains, demo wire reels, hardhats, gloves, hammers, cameras, sample bags, ropes, carabiners, rapid ascenders, SCBA gear, monitors of all types of noxious gasses, safety glasses, notebooks, pencils, Sharpies, lights, batteries, water, water, and air dye markers, spray paint, etc., we had some new kit to try out: self-rescuers.
The BLM/DOI had just taken possession of a bunch of these new devices. An oxygen self-rescuer or self-contained rescue device (SCRD) is a portable piece of equipment that supplies breathable air when the surrounding atmosphere lacks oxygen or is contaminated with toxic gases, such as carbon monoxide or beer farts. It is intended as an adjunct to our heavy SCBA, but not a replacement.
We were the Guinea Pigs to field test them and see if they could replace those heavy SCBA fuckers.
I was used to being a pack animal, but Chuck and Al just stood there, afraid to move in case they were punched into the ground like a pair of thumbtacks by all the added weight.
I had hoped that during this project, we could pare down all our gear to just the absolute necessities.
We all wobbled over to the mine adit. I whipped out my lucky $20 gold piece and told Chuck to call it in the air.
“Tails it is.” I said, “OK, who’s first?”
We were going to attack the mine in pairs, with me as the leader. One would accompany me to the face of the mine and the left drift. The second would follow me later as we inspect the right drift.
Afterward, we’d all go into the mine to set and prime charges.
Al chose to go first. Chuck pulled up a comfortable rock just outside the adit and made sure all our radios were working. He began taking notes, inspecting old maps, and getting more familiar with the surroundings.
Al and I walked up to the portal, cut away the old, rusty barbed wire which did nothing to keep out locals, noted the positive airflow out of the mine, and ventured inside.
We made good time as the mine was the usual inverted horseshoe-shaped design workings, with a relatively flat floor. Lots of breakdown, or cavings, in areas that weren’t cribbed, but what cribbing was there looked fairly stout. It wasn’t too wet.
I had Al taking samples every time there was a change in the country-rock. I showed him how to handle sample taking from the walls of the mine, which is an art and sort of delicate. Become too aggressive and you could bring down the entire roof on your heads. I told him to bag and tag the samples and leave them on the floor, no use dragging them all to the face of the mine only to have to drag them back out.
We made good time. The country-rock was unexciting carbonates like limestones, marls, and mudstones, but there were some beautiful hydrothermal streaks of manganese-rich minerals. Since this mine was destined to never again see the light of day, I wanted to be sure to document it every step of the way.
There was a lot of old miner crap left in the main tunnel. Old ventilation tubing, hoses, wire, twisted rails, an old, rusted out ore cart, old drink, and tobacco tins; the usual stuff found in old mines. It was all in all fairly unremarkable and we made good time to the face.
“OK,” I said, “That was easy. Don’t get used to it.”
“So, now, we just turn around and head out?” Al asked.
“Yes and no,” I replied, “Yes to heading out, no we just don’t hightail it back to the adit. We look around and mark places for possible charge placement.”
In the left drift, there was a shaft right to surface. It was clogged with rocks, shrubs, and busted timbers. However, I considered it a portal, no matter how minor, and it would have to be blasted and closed forever.
Al agreed.
We tied off some demolition wire on a rock at the backside of the left drift. We’d return later with the explosives.
We walked out of the mine, looking closely for evidence of any surface manifestations.
These would indicate that there was a natural or inadvertent man-made path to surface. These would need attention as well. We spray painted fluorescent orange blotches on sites we thought could use a blast of dynamite.
Al gathered our samples on the way out and we made it back to the adit. We both gratefully accepted the cold drinks Chuck had the forethought to provide. Walking around in hot, dry, and dusty mines one builds a powerful thirst.
After a half an hour, a cold drink, and a quick smoke; Chuck, and I repeat the process, but end up in the right-hand drift. We do the demo wire trick, turnabout, and head out of the mine.
I noticed something around the 250-foot mark that both Chuck and Al walked right through without a notice.
Typical, they’ll learn.
After our drinks, smokes, and piss breaks, I told them that we’re all going back in the mine for a quick look-see.
“There’s something I want you to see,” I said, as we all kitted back up and re-entered the mine.
At the 250 foot mark, I asked “OK, guys. What did you miss?”
They looked up, down, and all around. They didn’t quite realize they were standing right on the thing to which I was referring.
“Guys, look down,” I said.
They did. Still, the penny refused to drop.
“Well, Rock,” Al said, “We give up. What’s so important?”
“What are you standing on?” I asked.
“Mud.” Chuck snickered.
“Yes. What kind?” I asked.
“Muddy mud?” he asked.
“Nope,” I said, “Dried mud. With polygonal desiccation cracks”
“OK,” they both asked, “And…?”
“OK, basic sedimentology. Where does mud come from?” I asked.
“Slowly moving sediment-laden water.” They replied.
“Precisely.” I said, “So, why just here and not over the whole mine floor?”
They chewed over that for a bit.
“Because there is or was a local flow of water?” Al asks.
“Keep going…” I said.
It took a few seconds, but the light bulb finally lit off.
“There must be a source of the water, a channel for it to flow, and dump mud just right here,” Chuck said.
“Yes. Exactly,” I said, “There must be a fracture system or joint or some form of entrance from the surface to this part of the mine. If it was groundwater, it’d be all over the place. Since we’re relatively shallow, in this arid clime, and well above the water table, the water must be surface water.”
“And therefore, a link to the outside!” Al and Chuck both said.
“Bingo!” I said, “But we don’t know how large, how extensive or even its directionality. It could be a tiny group of mining-induced fissures when they blasted here. Or it could be that Mammoth Cave is hiding just behind this wall.”
“Ah, now we get it,” they replied.
“So?” I asked.
“Nuke the fucker, just to be sure. Right?” Al smiles.
“Absolutely. It’s the only way to be certain.” I reply, grinning.
Back at the truck, we shed some of the now less necessary gear. We replaced that with blasting caps, pliers, Primacord, the galvanometer, and dynamite.
We were already wired in thanks to our demo wire-run the first two trips into the mine. We were using demo wire and not just Primacord for the whole run. Doing that, we’d run out of Primacord in no time flat. Instead, we used demolition wire, to that we’d affix a blasting cap, to that, Primacord, to that, the dynamite.
Oh, I suppose I could have eliminated the Primacord, but when I’m running something this long, I want all the insurance I could get. Even if I had a dodgy blasting cap, the Primacord would initiate the dynamite.
Back in the mine, we wire up the left drift. After that, the right. It was a fairly simple job, but I could handle the timing back at the truck. It was straight runs of wire for each separate blast.
Sorry, Grandad and Uncle Bår, we just can’t do “One job, one-shot” this time.
We added a few sticks to some dodgy cribbing on the way out as well as the mud zone.
These were wired as one and would actuate after the drifts back at the mine face.
At the adit, we chipped, chapped, and channeled the rock to make some nice little alcoves for the dynamite. These would be the last, in case of a misfire. I’d hate to have to re-enter a mine after an initial blast and then there was a misfire. If I shot the adit first, I’d be leaving the job less than done as I couldn’t re-enter the mine and fix the problem.
So, let’s not have problems.
I trained Chuck and Al how to galv, re-galv and double-secret you-bet-your-ass re-galv every fucking connection.
I was that cautious. I really didn’t want a misfire.
We were at my truck and having smokes, drinks, and a bit of a break. What seemed like all morning was just a few hours. Still some time to lunch, but I broke out the bison jerky to everyone’s delight.
The mine was set, charged, and primed.
“Gentlemen, if you’d do the honors,” I asked.
They cleared the compass.
They looked around. No one. Nothing in sight.
They tootled the air horn.
They scanned around the area again quickly.
I affixed the wires to Captain America for the rear drifts and the ones down the tunnel.
I hooked up the Ol’ Reliable plunger for the adit.
“FIRE IN THE HOLE” x3. Again, quite literally.
I handed Chuck Captain America. Pointed to him and yelled, “HIT IT!”
He mashed that big, shiny red button with malice aforethought.
Ker-foom! Ker-Blam!. POW! POW! POW!
They all went off as expected. There were wisps of dust and smoke emerging from the now-closed drifts of the old mine.
I pointed to Al, then to Ol’ Reliable, and said: “HIT IT!”
He tried to knock the bottom out of the detonator.
The adit disappeared in a cloud of dust and angry; roaring at the insolence, with shattered rock.
And just like that, the Y Knot mine ceased to exist.
I informed my guys that we have to wait at least a half-hour before we check for stragglers.
We decided to brew up a cuppa and since we had a little time, we had our baloney and cheese sandwich lunch.
For the first time this trip, I got my keys and opened the trailer. I rooted around until I can up with one of the many signs we were carrying. I grabbed a signpost as well.
The sign read, paraphrased, “This mine was closed by the offices of the BLM, BIA and DOI on [date].” There was geographic and other historical data, as well as places for us to sign the sign as witnesses, rather than the architects of its destruction.
“There. Now that’ll keep’em the fuck out.” I chuckled.
Chuck and Al signed. They wanted, for some reason, to post the sign themselves. Guess its pride in a job well done.
I’m working on a Lime Nehi as it’s still a workday and I’m poring over the geological maps of the area. Chuck and Al come over, breathlessly, and ask me to go inspect their sign works.
“OK,” I said, and wandered over.
Looks good. There’s Al’s signature. There’s Chuck’s. There is mine. There’s…
A cartoon of a fuming stogie with the caption: “Doctor Rock says STAY THE FUCK OUT!
I look at them. They look skyward, rock on their heels, look at the ground, look everywhere but directly at me.
“Now that’s a proper fucking sign” I laugh.
We police our area, pack up, and break camp. We’ve got some traveling to do.
The next mine we consider is a real doozy. The “Beautiful Darling Betsy” gold mine. The mine is located in what’s termed a “Carlin-type” gold deposit.
A “Carlin-type” gold deposit is a hydrothermal disseminated-replacement deposit. Here, the Bobs Mountains thrust divides sedimentary rocks near the deposit into two assemblages. Units below the thrust, here collectively referred to as the lower plate, include more than 670 m of limestone and an upper dolomite bed (about 70 m thick) of the Pogojump Group, here of Early and Middle Ordovician age, overlain successively by the Middle Ordovician Yreka Quartzite (about 170-180 m thick); Middle Ordovician to Early Silurian dolomite of the Manson Creek Formation (about 160-180m thick); limestone and dolomite beds of the Bobs Mountains Formation (about 550-600m thick), here of Middle Silurian to Early Devonian age; and limestone of the Early, Middle, and Late Devonian Badenov Formation (about 50-275m thick).
Units above the thrust, ranging in age from Early Ordovician to Early Silurian, here collectively referred to as the upper plate, are subdivided into a lower zone, 60 to 80m thick, of interbedded chert and shale, as well as minor sandstone, limestone, and quartzite; a middle zone, more than 760m thick, of interbedded chert and shale as well as minor sandstone, limestone, and carbonaceous shale; and an upper zone, more than 900m thick, of interbedded chert and shale; as well as quartzite that includes silicified shale and recrystallized chert.
Sedimentary rocks of Cenozoic age include Miocene and Pliocene lakebeds; conglomerate, sandstone, and mudstone of the Pliocene Marlin Formation; and Quaternary alluvium, or surficial shmoo. Small gold placers occur in stream channels and fans along the east side of the range.
Igneous rocks in the Blynn mining district include intrusive granodiorite, diorite, and quartz diorite dikes and stocks of Late Jurassic to Early Cretaceous age, and extrusive flows and sparse dikes of rhyodacite and rhyolite of Miocene age. The younger igneous rocks are confined to the west flank of the range.
Carlin-type systems may have a geochemical expression involving a much broader suite of elements than previously recognized. Elements with distribution patterns considered to be related to the mineralizing event include Ag, As, An, Ba, Bi, Ca, Cd, Co, Cu, Fe, Hg, Mg, Mo, Mn, Ni, P, Pb, S, Sb, Se, Te, Tl, U, V, W, and Zn.

Most closely associated with gold deposition are enrichments in As, Sb, Hg, Tl, Ag, and Zn within a halo of Ca, Mg, Ba, and Sr depletion. The elements Fe, Mn, Co, Ni, and P are most elevated in the immediate hanging wall of the regional fault and above the deposit in a region where secondary carbonate veins (ankerite, kutnahorite, and Mn-rich dolomite); open-space-filling carbonate minerals (siderite, calcite).
It’s a complex suite of rocks, minerals, and geochemical environments. There’s sedimentary (soft rock) and igneous-metamorphic (hard-rock) mining here. The mine, therefore, is much more complex in layout than the simple central tunnel and adits of the Y Knot mine. This mine has several levels, dead-ends, cul-de-sacs, cupolas, raises, winzes, and stopes.
Each rock type poses its own set of problems to overcome. But that’s my plan; take my charges from the simplest to the most complex. That way, we cover the spectrum and everything else we do out here is going to fall somewhere in-between.
This mine is multi-level and according to what documentation exists, the lower levels are flooded. Which lower levels are not noted, so we have that potential to deal with as well.
It takes three hours to drive to our chosen next mine, the one, and only “Beautiful Darling Betsy,” or BDB Mine.
It’s a very old mine, started back in the late 1910s. There’s still present at the mine site the headframe, hoist house, grizzly (a grating placed over an opening to an ore pass or chute usually made of steel rails that prevents large rocks or ore from falling below), huge spoil piles, draw works and various buildings that were used for labs, storage, and miner’s camps.
There’s a ton, well, actually several many of tons, of antique mining artifacts here, although most of the best stuff has already been picked clean. However, not only is it expressly illegal to enter these mines, but it’s also wicked-bad illegal to remove any of these artifacts of Nevada’s mining history.
Cultural materials on public lands may not be removed, damaged, disturbed, excavated, or transferred without BLM/DOI permits. Cultural resources include prehistoric and historic artifacts and sites, broken objects and debris more than 100 years old that were used or produced by humans.
Protected materials include arrowheads and other stone tools, grinding stones, beads, baskets, pottery, old bottles, horseshoes, metal tools, graves, and trash scatters. Historic sites such as cabins, sawmills, graves, trail traces, mining areas, townsite ranches, and railroads are not open to collection.
We will document this whole area photographically as well.
We arrive at the sprawling BDB Mine and choose our campsite. There’s no one in evidence as far as the binoculared eye can see.
Since Chuck and Al are already setting up their tents and gear, I decide it’s time for a recon of the entire area. Al notes there’s a dry wash a small distance away and there’s loads of deadfall firewood. He’s going to collect it for tonight’s festivities.
I drag Chuck over to the trailer and have him give me a hand lowering down the dirt bike.
He looks at the Maico and gives a low whistle.
“You sure you know how to handle one of these, Doc?” he asks.
“Oh, fuck yeah. I’m an old rider from way back.” I smile.
“That’s what I was afraid of” he smirks and walks back to camp.
We only have one brain bucket (helmet) so everyone will have to take turns. But, for now, me first.
“RHIP”. Rank Hath It’s Privileges.
With helmet, gloves, and field boots, as I’m already wearing long pants for once, I kick start the bike. The recoil from the first couple of times kicks back hard.
“Yowch! You little fucker,” I growl.
The bike fires in that angry coffee-pot sort of sound that 2-stroke engines make. There’s some blue smoke, but overall, it looks like all systems go.
I kick it into first, pop the clutch, twist the throttle a wee bit and HOLY SHIT!
I remain on the bike, just barely. I twist back the throttle way, way down and am able to get a feel for the nasty little thing.
It’s 500 cc’s of pure power and low-end torque. It can effortlessly drag my carcass all over the mine site.
Once I get a feel for the beast, I’m raising rooster tails on the sides of low dunes, scooting up scarps, and getting generally an overlay of the whole area. It’d take me days on foot to cover this much ground. I snap several rolls of film on that first trip.
“This is the way to do geology” I smile to myself.
I almost run over a rattlesnake cruising down the path back, so remember that we may be the only people things hereabouts, there are other critters that call this home.
A good thing to remember before we enter the mine complex.
Back at camp, Chuck and Al wait for my $20 gold piece. They both want to take a look around as well.
Al wins and is off in a fury of dust. Evidently, he’s a rider as well and has done motocross for years. I have to admit, he made me look like a bloody novice.
To be continued.
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Good list this week.
Tally’s Independent Cinema and Theater Offerings:
  • Fat Cat Café: Yoga with Kitties. “Only 15 spots available per class. Please bring a $10 donation to Black Cats, Old Dogs and a yoga mat. Includes a 50-minute yoga class with 20 minutes of cuddle time following. Book online to reserve your spot.” 10am/$10
  • Local 501: LOCAL - The Day Party Edition - NOW WITH ADDED Manley. “This month's LOCAL at Local 501 is a special edition - Sunday day party featuring the one and only Manley aka Christopher Paul Manley aka the brains behind Menace Beach. Fall through and welcome the main man back to Tallahassee. Have a beer (or six) with him. Vibe out to the house vibes provided by DJ A to the L before Manley takes over on the ones and twos. We're rocking from 1pm to 6pm at Local 501 - Barbershop by day, lounge by night... once the day's business is done, the couches come out, the pool table is set, and the bar is open with some of the finest craft beers on tap.” 1pm
  • Hurricane Grill: Sunday Fun Day with Brad Foutch! 3pm
  • Jan’s Gallery: Jan, Mike & Rachel Get Ready for Ireland! 6:45pm/$5
  • Junction @ Monroe: Monday Night Bingo. “Good food, good drinks, good friends, and a chance to win some big cashola! It doesn't get any better than [email protected]. Every Monday from 7pm-9pm we've got cash payouts up to $250 per game with multiple games each night PLUS a 50/50 drawing each week benefitting the Tallahassee Area Musicians Guild.” 7pm-9pm
  • Lofty Pursuits: Game Night. 7pm
  • Hobbit American Grill West: Quiz Night from Bar Trivia With Hank. “They got wings, they got beer, and now they have great trivia. Come on out to a new night!” 7pm
  • Blue Tavern (N Monroe St): Lost Mondays hosted by Belmont & Jones. “Antique blues played acoustical.” 8pm/$2
  • Waterworks: Napoleon Dynamite Patio Theater. 7:35pm/21+/free
  • Finnegan’s Irish Pub: Karaoke with DJ Paul Cornish and Hospitality Night. “If you're a hospitality worker, don't forget to bring your most recent paystub or work schedule to receive that sweet 25% discount!” 10pm
  • LeRoy Collins Library: African Caribbean Dance Theatre. “All ages welcomed! Special performance from the ACDT! Expect a history, music, & dance lesson and lots of fun!” 6:30pm
  • Corner of Georgia & Macomb: Frenchtown Farmers’ Market. “Find your favorite local goodies now on Tuesdays! Join us at Frenchtown Farmers Market for all-local produce, eggs, gourmet jelly, and more. The market opens at 3pm and we're here until 7pm, so come after you pick the kids up from school or on your way home from work. We can double SNAP benefits through the Fresh Access Bucks program. Our farmers accept WIC and Senior farmers market nutrition program coupons.” 3pm-7pm.
  • Junction @ Monroe: Live Rehearsal Tuesdays. “Tuesdays are Live Rehearsals at [email protected]. Sponsored by the Tallahassee Area Musicians Guild. Utilize our complete backline and PA for rehearsals, jams, or hold auditions. Up to one hour slots (or more depending on number of signups) per artist/group.” 4pm
  • Madison Social: Trivia Social. They do half and half theme and miscellaneous, so check their FB every week for an event page. 7pm
  • Brass Tap in Midtown: Trivia. Check their FB page for the theme. 7pm
  • Junction @ Monroe: Trivia. 7pm
  • Bird’s Oyster Shack: Trivia With John Carpenter. Lively and fun. 7:30pm
  • GrassLands Brewing Company: Trivia Factory. 7:30pm
  • Midtown Pies: Bar Trivia With Hank. 50 questions of sweet, sweet trivia. Food! Beer! Something random in a bag! 8pm/free
  • Fourth Quarter: Trivia With Professor Jim. AUCE wings. Truly a trivia favorite. 8pm
  • Krewe de Gras: Karaoke With Pete. 8:30pm
  • Brass Tap on Gaines: Karaoke with DJRah. 9pm
  • 926 Bar & Grill: Trivia Tuesday! 9:30pm
  • Applebee’s on the Parkway: Karaoke with Amanda Goram. 10pm
  • Pockets Pool: Karaoke with Dwight. 10pm/21+
  • The Sharing Tree: Recycled Robot Build & Play. “Sharing Tree hosts an awesome day camp filled with robot and monster everything! Build your recycled Robot from reuse materials... make a monster book and play it out! Bring a lunch!” 10am/$40
  • Cap City Video Lounge: Killer Workout & Deathspa: Beach Body Bloodbath Double Feature! 7:30pm
  • The Bark: Felipe Pupo (philly), Channel Pyro, Artisan P. 10pm/$5/all ages
  • Bird's Oyster Shack: Summer Vacation Jam with Jim and the Lab Rats. “The Wednesday Night Lab Session is approaching the end of another fabulous season and we will celebrate with a big jam session before I take a vacation and leave you in the most excellent care of my dear friends: Mike & Jan, Carrie Hamby, Lee C Payton, and Bruce Graybeal. For the Summer Vacation Jam on June 27 we will start a little early and run a little late just to get in all the fun. Helping me in the backing band for the first part of the show will be Kevin Robertson and Holly Riley. Mike & Jan and Eddie McFarland will join us for a couple numbers and I expect some other Lab Session alumni will come by as well. The backing band for the second part of the show will include: Ben Banks, Don Austin, Chris Skene, and Mike Stone. Stopping by to do a tune or two with the band will be TD & Kathi Giddings, Lee C Payton, Jimi McKenzie, Bruce Graybeal, and Katie Crozier-Theis AKA Sally B Dash.” 6pm
  • Fermentation Lounge: Trivia. 7pm
  • Brass Tap on Gaines: Trivia. Check their FB page for the theme. 7pm
  • Dave’s Pizza Garage: Trivia. 7pm
  • Hurricane Grill & Wings: Trivia With Greg. 7pm
  • Burrito Boarder: Dungeons & Dragons. “Different adventures every week. Beginners welcome.” 7pm
  • GrassLands Brewing Company: BYOBG! Bring Your Own Board Game. “Our gracious host, Trevor Bond, will be featuring one game each week. Feel free to bring your own games to play & share.” 7pm/21+
  • Junction @ Monroe: Bike Night, Bingo, and Karaoke. 7pm
  • Black Dog on the Square: Settlers of Catan Game Night. 7pm
  • Proof: Bar Trivia With Hank. “Drink delicious brews and show off all those random factoids you thought you’d never use. Local beer, local trivia in the heart of Tally’s Art District. They now have the MoBi food truck every week! Bar tab for 1st and 2nd place teams.” 7:30pm/21+/no cover
  • Cancuns: Singo (like Bingo but with music). 8pm
  • Island Wings: Wine Down Wednesday featuring Steve Johnson. 8pm
  • All Saints Club: The Warehouse Open Mic Lives! 8pm
  • Finnegan’s Wake: Waxy Wednesdays. “Feelin' waxy, Tallahassee? That's probably just because it's Wednesday. At Finnegan's Wake, Waxy Wednesday means DJ Ryze will be hitting our floor again to spin some vinyl and get your feet moving tonight. Feeling a bit sour, girls? Not to worry- we'll also have some fantastic $5 drink specials going for all those Tallahassee ladies looking for a bit of fun. Come out and help us get the party started!” 8pm
  • The Skybox (Crawfordville): Karaoke with Mark. 9pm
  • Krewe de Gras: DÉJÀ VU Latin Wednesdays. “FREE Salsa/Mambo classes by Barry C. Williams. The duration of the class is 9-10 and having a partner is not necessary. If you've never danced Salsa/Mambo before then don't worry about it. The classes are made to be easy and fun so you can come learn some moves and then stay and dance until 2am to the sounds of DJ Jimmy Suave.” 9pm
  • Just One More: Karaoke with Roger. 9pm
  • Corner Pocket: Karaoke. 9pm
  • Bird’s: Comedy Night. I’m pretty sure this is both a performance and an open mic. 9:30pm/free
  • The Bark on All Saints: Karaoke with Nathan. “Nathan has all the songs you could ever want, The Bark is a great space, and there’s a very friendly crowd. If you’re not really into the fratty or country karaoke scene, this may be your spot. They have mixed drinks, bountiful beer options, and amazing vegan/vegetarian food until 2 am – and I say that as a staunch omnivore.” 9:30pm
  • Fire Betty’s: Karaoke with DJ Paul Cornish. 10pm
  • 926: Dragged Out Wednesday. “We have Twice the Show! Twice the the DJ and Twice the Fun! Start the night with Cole during The Hours Of Happy and then finish the evening with Rebecca as they sling the magic behind the Bar. Hungry? Well Chris NoChill has you covered! He'll be rocking the kitchen all night! Then join the KingzKru for Showtime at 10:30 and Midnight while our DJ and She-J's Garion Djgg Grant and Izzy B (Isabella Berrios) keep the Dance Deck moving and you enjoying the party!” 10pm
  • Happy Motoring: Drag Bingo. “Happy Motoring is honored to host our first Drag Bingo. We’ve got some incredible queens hosting, delicious drinks, multiple performances and lots of Bingo fun.” 5pm
  • Fat Cat Café: Yoga with Kitties. “Only 15 spots available per class. Please bring a $10 donation to Black Cats, Old Dogs and a yoga mat. Includes a 50-minute yoga class with 20 minutes of cuddle time following. Book online to reserve your spot.” 6pm/$10
  • Cap City Video Lounge: Night Of The Lepus & Snakes On A Plane: Dr. Orloxian Presents! 7:30 pm
  • Waterworks: SpongeBob Trivia! “Our monthly trivia night for June heads to Bikini Bottom! Three rounds of trivia relating to the greatest cartoon to come from under the sea! First, second, and third place prizes will be given to those teams or individuals that know more about SpongeBob than the others.” 7:35pm/21+/free
  • Lake Ella Area: Food Truck Thursday. 5:30pm
  • Kleman Plaza: Free Downtown YOGA! 6pm
  • Hurricane Wings: Double Take. 6pm
  • Beef O’Brady’s: AJ Johnson Trivia. 6:30pm
  • Hurricane: Ballistic Bingo. 7pm
  • 926 Bar & Grill: RuPaul Drag Race Viewing Party. 7pm-10pm
  • Skybox: $10 Cornhole Tourney. 7:30pm
  • La Fiesta: Trivia. 7:30pm
  • Junction @ Monroe: Karaoke and Dance Party. 8pm
  • Warhorse: Quiz Night from Bar trivia With Hank. “Sometimes dirty, always nerdy. Come on down and do 5 rounds of awesome, hand crafted trivia. Plus pizza and whiskey!” 8pm
  • Dux (Crawfordville): Karaoke with Big Bob. $25 bar tab given away every week. 8:30pm-12:30pm
  • Fermentation Lounge: Open Mic Night. “Sign-ups will begin at 7:30pm and be on a first come, first serve basis. Each getting around 12-15 minutes to perform. The first artist will begin at 8:30pm. Each artist will receive a FREE beer for their performance.” 8:30pm
  • Midtown Caboose: Trivia Factory. “General Knowledge, 20 questions + Wager Final. $35/$25/$15, and Best Team Name gets a round of shots.” 8pm
  • Island Wings: Bike Night. “A night dedicated just to you! We have a special menu just for those who ride their motorcycles to the restaurant, there is designated up front parking for your bikes, and live music on the patio from 8pm-11pm. There's no better place to eat, hang out with your friends, and show off your ride.” 8pm
  • Unique Wonders: Live Comedy with Big Hou! 8:30pm/$5
  • Junction @ Monroe: Comedy Zone: Frank Del Pizzo & Mark Evans. 9pm
  • Pockets: Karaoke Dance Party with Keith Welch. 9pm/21+
  • Brass Tap Midtown: Karaoke with DJ Rah. 9pm-Midnight
  • 926 Bar and Grill: Bass Parade: Ladies of Bass. 9pm
  • Applebees on Cap Cir: Karaoke with Amanda Goram. 10pm
  • Birds: Karaoke with Nathan. All the songs. $1 Pabst drafts. 10pm
  • The Sharing Tree: Music is Magic Day. “Day camp! Make, listen, build, play! Special guests musicians and make a fun instrument! Bring a lunch and have a blast!” 10am
  • Fire Betty’s: Brandon and Carli’s Throw Back Thursday: 90’s Cartoon Mixer. 5pm
  • Hurricane Grill and Wings: Kevin Ogden. 6pm
  • LeRoy Collins Library: Trivia Night. “Teens and Tweens! Come with your friends and test your trivia knowledge! Teams of 6 can enjoy snacks and compete for a 1st place prize! Sponsored by the Friends of the Library.” 6pm
  • Planned Parenthood: Sex Trivia at the New Tallahassee PP Health Center. “Show off your sexpertise with a night full of fun trivia, raffles, prizes and a chance to check out our brand new state-of-the-art health center. Our Planned Parenthood educators will test your knowledge of all things sex including surprising sex facts, the history of sexuality, sex myths and more! We will be providing complimentary food, desserts and non-alcoholic beverages. Beer, wine and a signature cocktail will be available for purchase (for those 21 and over). The first drink is on us! Spots are limited and filling up fast so please register if you plan to attend.” 7pm
  • Fifth & Thomas: Leon County Democrats Primary Primer. “Join the Leon County Democratic Party and community leaders and hosts for the Primary Primer, a fundraising event featuring a cash bar, heavy hors d'oeuvres and live music by local jazz legend Avis Berry!” 7pm
  • Cap City Video Lounge: The Beatniks & The Violent Years: MST3K Thursday! 7:30pm
  • Tallahassee Junior Museum: Soaring Cypress Full Moon Night Flight. “Tree To Tree Adventures’ Night Flights are a very exciting way to experience the Soaring Cypress zip line course in the dark. Grab your headlamps and zip through the tree-tops while conquering aerial obstacles and soaring over the cypress swamp.” 7:30pm/$49 nonmembers/$45 members
  • Blue Tavern: Paul Harvey and Katherine Easterling. 8pm
  • Finnegan’s Wake: Midnight Caravan. 8pm
  • The Bark: Logan Greene, Nude Tayne, Jacob FM. 8:30pm/$5/all ages
  • Fifth & Thomas: RP Allen in the Backstage Garden. 6pm-8pm
  • Hobbit South: Karaoke with Paul. 8pm-Midnight/all ages
  • Leggetts: Karaoke presented by Galen Goram. 9pm
  • Just One More: Karaoke with Roger. 9pm
  • Island Wing Company: Friday Night Unwind. “End your work week on the island with live music on the patio at 9pm. Come enjoy some great food, drinks with your friends, and unwind.” 9pm
  • Stetsons @ The Moon: Karaoke with Devin Cywinski. 10pm/$5/18+
  • Hobbit West: Friday Night Comedy. “Friday night at the Hobbit we will be having a variety of comedy! From stand Up to Improv where the whole crowd can participate. 2 fro 1 drink specials all night with some of the best food in the city. All hosted by Big Hou!!” 10pm
  • Privé: Havana Nights. “Latin-Caribbean Vibes All Night Long.” 10pm
  • 926 Lounge: The Hot Friday Night Party - May the Fourth Edition. “Tallahassee's premier LGBTQA Hot Friday Night Party returns to kick off your weekend with another fabulous Friday night! This Friday is May The Fourth (insert Star Wars reference here) - so feel free to bring out your nerdy best. If that's not enough, after midnight, it becomes Cinco de Mayo as well - it's an amazing party weekend!” 10pm
  • Geo's Pub & Pool (both locations): Karaoke. 10pm-1am
  • Waterworks: June Paella Party! “Juan returns from Real Paella to cook up the best tasting Paella in the Big Bend! Paired with Waterworks' Sangria, it will be a wonderful and tasty early evening event. Cooking demonstration starts at 6:00pm with Paella serving at 7:00pm. Purchase a ticket inside Waterworks for each plate of Paella and redeem at the Paella station. Paella plates served with side salad $14.00 (tax included). Three types of Paella available: Paella mixta with seafood, chicken and lots of veggies. Valencia Paella with chicken, rabbit and duck. Vegan Paella.” 6:00pm
  • Hurricane Grill and Wings: John Sutton Band. 6pm
  • Fifth & Thomas: Shooter Jennings/Lisa Bouchelle/Luke Langford. 7pm/$35/21+
  • Palmer Monroe Teen Center: Splash & Jam 2018. “All area youth are invited to hang out every Friday night this summer, as another season of Splash & Jam takes over area community centers. Hosted by the City’s Parks, Recreation and Neighborhood Affairs (PRNA) Department and the Tallahassee Police Department (TPD), Splash & Jam, which originally began in 2011, offers local families and teens free, safe alternatives for late night summer fun. Splash & Jam will feature a family-style pool party – “the splash” – from 7-9 p.m. As there is not a pool at the Palmer Munroe Teen Center, there will be water activities from 7-9 p.m. After the splash, teens will be invited to “jam” inside the community centers at themed events featuring food, games and music. The teen parties will take place from 9-11 p.m. and are designed for middle and high school youth. Each event will be monitored by adult chaperones, City staff and police officers.” 7pm
  • American Legion Hall: NightShift. 8pm/$5
  • Proof: Southern Latitude Band. 8pm
  • The Wilbury: The Lessers/Cool Now/Stewie James/McCall & Katareen. 8pm/free
  • Cap City Video Lounge: Summer Camp Nightmare Fright Flicks Friday featuring Madman, The Burning, and Sleepaway Camp. 8pm
  • The Blue Tavern: The Flathead String Band. 8pm
  • The Bark: EtheAge Of Misery/HeatseekeLA-A. 8:30pm
  • Junction @ Monroe: RoadHouse 25th Anniversary Party. 9pm
  • The Warrior on the River: Otherworld with Johnny Zostant, Grimwär, and Aleutian Fire. 9pm
  • Market Square: Tallahassee Farmer's Market. 8am-3pm
  • Downtown: Tallahassee Downtown Market. “Fresh from the garden local produce for fixing up that cool melon bowl. Fresh baked bread with jams and jellies just like granny made. Unique arts and craft gifts for you and yours all hand made by the artist in the booth. Come relax under the majestic oak on Park Ave at Monroe street as you listen to our own singer song writer Paul Harbin across the street from the Doubletree by Hilton. Want to be a vendor please join us! Information is available at or call the office at 850-224-3252. Thanks.” 10am-2pm
  • Corner of Georgia & Macomb: Frenchtown Farmers’ Market. “Find your favorite local goodies! Join us at Frenchtown Farmers Market for all-local produce, eggs, gourmet jelly, and more. We can double SNAP benefits through the Fresh Access Bucks program. Our farmers accept WIC and Senior farmers market nutrition program coupons.” 10am – 2pm.
  • Gamescape: Game Tally Saturday Board Gaming. “Meeting weekly in Tallahassee, Florida, we seek to promote and offer public opportunities to learn new games and make new friends in a relaxed, fun environment.” Noon
  • The Plant: Open Mike Jam Session. “Come to the plant and jam! Singing, music, spoken word, dance, all are welcome at this weekly open mic jam session.” 4pm
  • Salty Dawg: Karaoke with Paul. Family friendly! 8pm
  • Leggetts: Karaoke presented by Galen Goram. 9pm
  • The Skybox (Crawfordville): Karaoke with Mark. 9pm
  • El Patron: Pasion Latina. Bachata, Merengue, Salsa, Reggaeton. 9pm
  • 926 Lounge: Sanctuary: Tallahassee’s Longest Running Goth Night. 10pm/$5/18+
  • UU Church of Tallahassee: Transgender and Gender Non-conforming Cultural Competency. “UUCT is hosting a Transgender and Gender Non-conforming Cultural Competency and Inclusion Workshop, put on by Equality Florida’s TransAction Team. We would love to welcome any members, friends, and guests to participate in this free training.” 8:45am
  • Bookshelf 2: Wedding of Batman and Catwoman. “You are invited to witness the "Wedding of the Year". Batman and Catwoman will be joined in Holy Matrimony at the Bookshelf 2 on June 30th. Come dressed in your favorite cosplay/costumes and watch the ceremony, get pictures with the wedding party, have some cake at the reception. We'll also have some Bat-tastic sales afterwards.” 10am
  • Crawfordville: #FamilesBelongTogether Protest at ICE Detention Center. “Donald Trump and his administration are cruelly separating children from their families. But we won't allow it to continue. On June 30, we're rallying around the country and in Washington, D.C., to tell Donald Trump and his administration to stop separating kids from their parents! Trump and his administration have been systematically criminalizing immigration and immigrants, from revoking Deferred Action for Childhood Arrivals (DACA) to ramping up intimidating ICE tactics. Pledge to take action on June 30! Rally at the Wakulla ICE Detention Center! Let's send a clear message to Donald Trump and Republicans in Congress: Families Belong Together.” Noon
  • Cap City Video Lounge: Summer Of '98 Movie Marathon featuring Mulan, Truman Show, There's Something About Mary, Bulworth, The X-Files: Fight the Future, Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, Pi. Noon-1am
  • Capitol Building: Family Separation Protest at Florida Capitol. “On June 30th, in conjunction with the national protest at the White House we will host a protest to tell Donald Trump and his administration to stop separating kids from their parents! Families belong together. The attack on immigrant families needs to end now.” 5pm
  • Hurricane Grill and Wings: Six String South. 6pm
  • Blue Tavern: Happy Hour with The Folkies: Brooke & Michael. 6pm
  • Tiger Rock Martial Arts: Nerf Blaster Wars. “For the first time ever, Tiger Rock Martial Arts is hosting a black light, Nerf party and it is going to be EPIC! Darts will glow, your kids will glow, and even the court will glow.” 6pm
  • American Legion Hall: Wakulla Rising CD Release Party. 7pm
  • Tallahassee Junior Museum: Night Prowl. “Enjoy a guided tour at the Tallahassee Museum and learn about the night life along the Florida Wildlife Trail. Your guide will provide an enjoyable experience as you spot the many nocturnal animals which call the Museum home. You will also have an opportunity to get close to one special night creature.” 7pm
  • Fat Cat Café: Movie Night featuring KiKi's Delivery Service. 7pm
  • The Saloon at the Pavilion: Nashville Nights with musical guest Houston Deese and Eric and Ben from the Tobacco Rd Band! (Line dancing.) 7pm
  • Blue Tavern: They Came From The Same! “Kelly Goddard and Brian Durham, two thirds of the local Americana band The New 76ers, will trade songs and stories for an evening of incredible music – enjoy the sibling harmony singing that makes 76ers' sound so special!” 8pm/$5
  • Warrior on the River: Girls Night Out, The Show. (Male strippers.) 8pm
  • Junction @ Monroe: South Munroe with Bill Pandolfi and Avis Berry. 8pm
  • The Wilbury: Anna Griffith, Group Dating (note: pretty sure that is the name of a band). 8pm/free
  • Fifth & Thomas: Top Shelf Band. 9:30pm
  • Athena’s Garden: Herb Class. 2pm
  • The Junction @ Monroe: Sunday Afternoon Bingo. “This isn't your grandma's bingo! We have a blast with some very cool folks. Cash prizes.” 5pm
  • Salty Dawg Pub & Deli: The Famous Acoustic Jam w/ Wayne, Glenn, and Bo. Open mic, free beer for performers. 6pm
  • Cancuns: Reggae Sunday. 6pm
  • Finnegan’s Wake: Irish Music Session. 7pm
  • 926: Sunday Rewind. “Your favorite songs and videos are back again this Sunday at 926 with no cover before midnight!!! 926 is proud to present another addition of the Sunday Rewind - join us as we revisit some of the best music and videos from the last 40 years. Start your night with happy hour featuring Trivia Rewind with Erik from 7 to 9 in the pub. The club side opens up at 10 when DJ Matthew East and VJ Carben will be spinning all your favorite hits and videos from the 80s, 90s and 2000s even throwing in a few from the 70s as well. Rebecca and Branden will be serving up all your favorite drinks along with our amazing 926 food.” 7pm/No cover if you are in line before 12. After 12, cover is just $5 for 18+
  • Birds: Sunday Funnies Free Comedy Show. 7:30pm
  • Finnegan’s Wake: 1st Sunday - Bluegrass Jam. 7pm
  • Junction @ Monroe: Monday Night Bingo. “Good food, good drinks, good friends, and a chance to win some big cashola! It doesn't get any better than [email protected]. Every Monday from 7pm-9pm we've got cash payouts up to $250 per game with multiple games each night PLUS a 50/50 drawing each week benefitting the Tallahassee Area Musicians Guild.” 7pm-9pm
  • Lofty Pursuits: Game Night. 7pm
  • Hobbit American Grill West: Quiz Night from Bar Trivia With Hank. “They got wings, they got beer, and now they have great trivia. Come on out to a new night!” 7pm
  • Blue Tavern (N Monroe St): Lost Mondays hosted by Belmont & Jones. “Antique blues played acoustical.” 8pm/$2
  • Waterworks: Patio Theater. 7:35pm/21+
  • Finnegan’s Irish Pub: Karaoke with DJ Paul Cornish and Hospitality Night. “If you're a hospitality worker, don't forget to bring your most recent paystub or work schedule to receive that sweet 25% discount!” 10pm
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[OC] Hardwired: Query Array

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It was raining lightly by the time Ajax arrived at the address Phorcys had given him a month back, when he had first landed. The semicircle-shaped set of townhouses were clearly meant to be upscale, with far nicer trim and paint than some of the buildings he’d seen on his drive into the city. Circumstances, however, had worn the building with decades of use despite being only a few years old, and the roof sagged visibly in some places where support beams had cracked and splintered from premature aging.
He parked the magnetocycle, letting the capacitor discharge with a lurch before engaging the brake and arming the failsafe quench; it was a meaningless gesture, one borne out of more habit than anything else, but Ajax didn’t like changing a behavioral driver over harmless minutia. The quench was little more than a gyroscope, a vent valve, and a circuitboard the size of Ajax’s metal thumb, and had been added aftermarket following an incident on New Terra with a child being run down after the rider hadn’t parked it properly.
When the fuzzy memory trickled back into his neural web, the headlines blurry with mild degradation over the decades, Ajax was surprised to see the date in the corner of the file was nearly as old as Phorcys was. The thought redirected his wandering mind, as he slowly stepped up the creaking metal stairs towards the door address in the open message he had archived.
It’s a shame there’s no quench option for Phorcys.
His GOM driver was still merrily shoving reminders of Phorcys’ past transgressions forward, and the filesize of queued memories was large enough to be annoying in and of itself. His analysis program hovered the p=1.5e-10 value for the probability that Phorcys had been talking with someone else, and that source was how he had known about the ambush so quickly. At the time, Ajax was devoting too many cycles to perimeter defense and pre-emptive firewalls to analyze his “friend’s” sudden font of wisdom about the situation, but upon reflection the probability of it being random happenstance plummeted from p=0.3 to p=0.001, and had just dropped from there. He had rerun the analysis on the driver over, and the values continued to be consistent with the realization from earlier.
Well, no time like the present to pay him a house call, and get some-
He stopped, as his security driver screamed into full operation. The distant sound of a pulsehammer at a construction site became muffled from the draw of cycles away from audio clarity, as his visual lenses pivoted, focusing: Phorcys’ door was ajar, the wood frame splintered and spiderwebbed at the locks. It was only open by an inch or so, but the splintering was precisely over the door lock and deadbolt, as well as over what must have been the cogent’s third lock he installed himself. The other AI was always predicting numerous probabilities of outcomes involving those he had slighted coming to settle the affair in person, and as a result Ajax had never known him to dwell in one place for more than a week without installing his own lock on it.
Including when I let him lay low when I rented that dropship. I still can’t figure how he had managed to get a drill bit to take on the thermal plating, but I came back to a lock on my own shuttlecraft door all the same.
Ajax bent, as if to tighten a nut on his foot support, and slowly eased his hand towards the concealed barrel of the rail pistol. He paused, as a dusty and oft-unused social driver facet nudged into the forefront, showing a manifest of local rules and regulations passed in the news headlines, following the Lilu AI’s rebellion. Phorcys’ city of choice, Mulviar, had numerous articles highlighting the installation of additional security cameras, and concerns by watchdog groups regarding the privacy of the cogent residences of the neighborhoods they were installed in.
Slowly tilting his apical sensor cluster, the lenses picked out the distinct angular shape of Lilu camera clusters around both lightposts in the parking lot, and Ajax was in plain view of both of them.
[Ramification Index for Armed Cogent in this Region is: Three stars. Recommended Action: Do not carry visible weaponry at this time. Further Clarification Needed? Y/N]
So much for going in guns blazing. Well, here’s hoping that anyone inside was planning to beat the binary out of Phorcys, rather than eliminate him entirely.
He executed a snippet of code, feeling the completion notification as two inch-long electrode prongs extended from his pointer and middle finger.
Folks keep underestimating how hard it is to kill an assault cogent lately.
The wristlight on that hand dimmed, as the capacitor in his palm clicked over and quickly built up a charge. The notification of readiness wasn’t a notification as such, but rather just an observation that the power drain in that arm abruptly steadied.
Then he continued forward, slowly, and staying out of a direct line between the bright lights of the parking lot and the open door. As he drew adjacent, Ajax pushed the leg drivers into a lunge, ignoring the recommended operational warning as he slammed the door backwards. He was already in a roll to minimize his target, unfolding in less than a decacycle as he held his other wrist up to block incoming fire.
But no fire came. The sound of rain could be heard both in front of and behind him now, as the breeze blew the a fabric curtain through the shattered acrylic window. The townhouse living room had been ransacked, drawers pulled open and broken, and a charging station crushed under the weight of a chair. He stood motionless, allocating cycles to audio sensitivity and analysis, but getting no results back other than the faint sounds of a television next door, the rain outside, and traffic on the street below.
Ajax did a quick analysis of the living room, and then strode to the centermost point he could figure, and began a broadband EM sweep. The returning signal was a disappointment as well; no signatures inside other than his own, the flicker from the ruined charging station at his feet, and a faint and muffled signal from a cogent that was at least one apartment distant. Said cogent was an older model from the looks of it, as he was bleeding EM spectra in a manner most modern cogents rarely did.
A surge of a self-integrity algorithm Ajax didn’t recognize pushed the EM package to do a more detailed diagnostic of his own frame, and his GOM driver gave a slight surge of pride as it returned a minimal profile, on par any modern cogent frames.
Still not as good as spectral shielding, but I’d rather not deal with walking around in a personalized faraday containment cell all day.
His analysis had returned no signal for the rest of the dwelling, and he trusted his sensor suite enough that nothing short of military-grade equipment and programs could have entirely eluded his sensor sweeps. However, recent events had increased his probability analysis of such a situation beyond non-zero values, so he swept the rest of the townhouse. As expected, it was empty, and all of the rooms the signature spartan emptiness he had expected from a former military cogent.
Empty that is, save for one.
Hmm, that maple looks like it will need a trimming soon.
The room that normally would have been a guest bedroom had a single metal table on it, with all three of Phorcys’ bonsai arranged on it. The small clippers and an empty plastic cup sat nearby, and the traces of liquid in the bottom of the clear acrylic caught the attention of Ajax’s lenses.
Let’s see, angle of 3 degrees, 4 centimeter diameter, assume filled at or close to brim. Retention analysis puts that at, let’s see-
He waited for the additional cycles to process the archived formula; this was a rare enough occasion that it wasn’t worth bringing the file out of the more efficient storage, even with the added calculation time.
[Volume result: Retention expected of 900 microliters]
He grabbed the cup, tipping it slightly and analyzing the bead of water within.
What’s the time since filling, given current volume of 500 microliters and current weather conditions?
[ Elapsed time estimated at: Two hours, thirty minutes. Range of error: Plus or minus thirty minutes.]
Relatively recently, then. Phorcys, it appears your luck still holds.
He heard a thump from outside, and stepped towards the door, electrode-armed finger raised and charged. Then there was the whine of poorly-oiled servos, and Ajax’s EM sensors pinged a quick result to him, causing him to lower his arm and step outside.
Just sad to see a cogent in a condition like that.
The older cogent he had detected earlier had stepped outside, and with each step Ajax could hear the revving whine of an overclocked processor and a cooling fan clearly trying to keep up and failing. Some cogents saw the allure in running high-cost simulations, ones that could occupy as little or as much of the neural web as desired, but in most of the cases Ajax saw, those who did so could all too easily overdraw and burn out their processor decades ahead of normal maintenance cycles.
He had tried simming a few times, especially during the war, but had always kept it to a small proportion of his overall nodecount. For whatever reason, it had never hooked, never drawing him past the point of caring if he returned.
Still, this cogent apparently had some leftover cycles devoted to situational awareness outside of basic power-sustaining autopilot, and they slowly shuffled around to face Ajax.
The low buzz of static that erupted sounded like a growl, no words audible, and for a moment Ajax’s audio processors tried and failed to comprehend any words emitted in the electric mumble.
Then a secondary recognition sequence kicked in, drawing out a binary code and translating it in one smooth motion.
[“Hey, you are not designated ‘Phorcys.’ Identify. Don’t make me involve security forces.”]
Can’t even afford to devote the cycles to speech or messaging. They’re in worse condition than I thought.
He pointed at Phorcys’ empty door, and said slowly “I AM A FRIEND OF PHORCYS. HAVE YOU SEEN HIM?
After a few cycles, his social driver nudged him to grit himself and repeat it in a similar snarl of raw binary.
The cogent looked between Ajax’s frame, and the doorway, and took a half-step back. He couldn’t tell if the response delay was from the simming, or coming up with a reply. The vocalizer scratched aloud, but this time in rough and unrefined speech.
Ajax felt his GOM driver push a node of pure annoyance forward.
Oh, we’re doing this now, are we?
He stood, silently preparing his hydraulics as he began to reply. “I’M JUST-
In one smooth motion, he lifted the other cogent, and jabbing the electrodes under the frame where he judged the graphical unit to be. He let out a low-level charge; not enough to scramble their entire web, but certainly enough to abort the sim in a joltingly unpleasant way, and indicate that more charge could easily be applied.
There was a cough of surprised and frightened static from the smaller cogent; their smaller frame was more compact, and the metal leg supports waved a few inches off of the ground as Ajax’s heavier build pinned them against the cracked plastic siding. The quick reply that was blurted out was filled with text-gapping, as the lenses of the other cogent swiveled and focused on Ajax.
Ajax slowly let his hydraulics release and lower the terrified cogent to the ground. As the cogent scurried back into their home and slammed the door, he obliged his social driver and let out a succinct “THANKS,” before turning to vault over the railing to the concrete below. A brief lookup flashed the name of ‘The Pint and TimBL’ and a few reviews on his screen. The pictures were poor, but from them he could see a tiny bar, a few booths, but mostly a half-dozen tables set for craps and blackjack.
Figures. I could have saved myself the trouble, and just found whatever the closest way to lose money the fastest was. Never fails.
He strode over to the cycle, charging the engines as he unlatched the autoquench. Gunning the throttle, he appreciated the throaty hum of power, before accelerating into the sheets of rain and towards the bar on his map. The trip was fast, and the parking was plentiful. He pulled in behind a truck bearing the insignia for a local parts and repairs shop, before locking his bike and stepping inside.
A few metal heads lifted to glance at him, before returning to their games. One or two nursed drinks, hydraulics and lubrication oils in squat, open glasses, with narrow filling pipes snaked into them from arms and chests. It wasn’t necessarily the cleanest way to replace lost fluids, but some cogents liked emulating human eccentricities, and in any case the fluid tended to be cheaper by the barrel rather than in sterile and filtered disposable bottles.
The bartender looked him over, and Ajax could feel the slight tingle against his EM sensors as an EM probe quickly checked him over. He paused for a moment, as his own analysis indicated the probe would have detected the weapons-grade capacitors in his wrist and leg.
The bartender just inclined her sensor cluster, and Ajax did the same, his security algorithm suddenly spiking into a hum of cautious calm.
Well, if she didn’t eject me for having a capacitor that could blow a cogent in half, I’m probably not the only one packing.
He strode over, looking over the huddled cogents on metal stools as they held hands of worn cardstock or rounded-edge dice. There were two stuffed seats, indications that humans or at the very least cyborgs occasionally frequented, but for now the only living organisms in the bar were the rats under the floorboards and the moths flapping frantically around the fluorescent lights.
He finally caught sight of the back of a familiar sensor cluster, and stepped over to stand behind Phorcys’ shoulder. He noted his rear sensor lens focused and pivoted to sweep across Ajax’s frame, and without looking up, he addressed Ajax.
I’M SURPRISED YOU WANTED TO PAY ME A VISIT. IT SOUNDED LIKE YOU WERE A BIT-” He reached forward, placing a thin stack of chips on the worn felt over the words ‘Ace-Deuce’, before leaning back “-PREOCCUPIED, LAST WE SPOKE.
Ajax leaned forward, his analysis of the dice springing forward unbidden, and a few unfavorable numbers flashed forward.
PHORCYS, THOSE DICE ARE SHIT.” Ajax ignored the glare he got from the dealer at the table. “WITH ROUNDED EDGES ON THE SIXES AND FIVES, YOU’RE PICKING THE LOWEST-
Phorcys’ hand shot upwards, a single finger raised as he uttered a hiss of static to shush Ajax. At the same time, a messenger flag cropped up in Ajax’s web, also addressed from Phorcys.
Open message.
{Do you fucking mind? I owe the dealer money. I lose, he gets paid, I don’t wake up from hibernation with my drive separated from my frame and left to rot in some dumpster.}
Ajax quelled the surge of his GOM driver’s reply, and refined his own message back as he outwardly shrugged his shoulders.
[Your funeral, then. Besides, even a damn half-flesh would be able to tell you were making even more of a losing bet than probabilities would offer.]
{Wow, in a room full of minds capable of computing teraflops even when half of them are simming their processors into slag, you are the only one capable of picking out that I am purposefully losing. What is it that your fleshy friend always calls you? Blender?}
[Do you mean Susan? She calls me a ‘toaster oven’ when she’s annoyed.]
{Yes, that. You’re being a ‘toaster oven,’ ‘Jax. Go hibernate in a corner for a minute while I lose the rest of my money and appease the dealer’s boss over here.}
It took a long decacyle for Ajax to clamp down on the GOM driver’s attempt to have him punch Phorcys in the back of his smug sensor node, but he stepped away from the table. Behind him, he could hear the clatter of dice, the call “BIG RED, SIX IN A CORNER” in a gruff buzz from the dealer, followed by a string of swearwords both spoken and binary from Phorcys as he stood and strode off in a presumable huff towards Ajax.
{So what’s this all about? Normally you don’t ever buck Susan’s leash for you.}
Ajax fought to keep the irritation from tinting his reply.
[I don’t have a ‘leash,’ Phorcys. And besides, your apartment was broken into; I was going to call on you there.]
{Nice one, eh?}
There was a smug grinning mechanical face attached as an image file to the reply, and Ajax couldn’t help but turn to face Phorcys as he replied.
[You trashed your own apartment?]
{Yeah. I got word that the White Fangs might be looking to speak with me about a shipment of medical supplies I had been intending to connect them with. Security forces got curious, my driver had to dump his cargo. Same sad story, different planet, different gang of fleshy thugs.}
[ I can’t imagine them being angry since you obviously returned the money for an uncompleted job.]
This time Phorcys’ frame shrugged, and Ajax sent another message over.
[They leveled Susan’s house.]
{Fuck, who? The ones who shot at you in the market earlier?}
Ajax could tell the reply was too quick, and either Phorcys had decided to completely disable most of his emotional drivers, or he was already aware of the possibility.
Either way, the analysis results weren’t adding up in his favor.
[Phorcys, drop the bullshit.]
{Oh, another of your human euphemisms? If you keep hanging around with humans, Ajax, and you’ll want to start sticking fleshy bits into your own frame and-}
Ajax resisted the urge to send his node-armed fingers through Phorcys’ neck joint as he tuned out the rest of Phorcys’ rambling reply. Instead, he spent the effort to render the combat projection of doing exactly that, including highlighting the damage to Phorcys’ frame, compressed the resulting file, and sent it to Phorcys with a reply.
[Cut. The. Bullshit.]
Phorcys closed the communication channel on his reply, and the next communication was flat.
{What do you want, Ajax.}
[Who were you talking with, when you messaged me following the market shootout?]
{‘Jax, I have no idea what you’re-}
He injected as much threat into a slight shift in his stance as he could.
The reply image was of a cartoon cogent waving their hands defensively.
{Look, Ajax, I can tell you all about it, but it will take a while. Also, said person is fairly secretive, so enabling the security barriers to even start to discuss it will take a while too.}
Ajax glanced around the room.
[And? We’re not exactly on someone’s clock here, Phorcys.]
{Actually, we are. See the cogent in the corner, the one built like a server room and with most of their lenses pointing at me?}
Ajax focused a side lense in that direction, and could indeed see a freight-transport frame, with a trio of glowing green lenses that were all angled towards the two of them.
[You owe them some money too?]
{Their boss, actually.}
Ajax could feel the GOM driver push another node of frustration.
[Of course. So what’s to stop them from coming over and making a manual withdrawal from whatever gold and copper are in your circuits?]
{Well, I’ve got a business opportunity, and quite a lucrative one at that.}
[You’re going to rob someone.]
The analysis had been effortless, even without the assistance of fuzzy memory backups, and Phorcys’ tone in reply was hurt.
{Now who ever said anything about robbery? All we’re going to do is go in, copy some technical files for their upcoming chip manufacturing project, and transfer it to my buyer. In, out, and-}
[Wait, what’s all this ’we’ you keep referring to?]
Ajax could almost taste the smirk in Phorcys’ reply, with an image file of a large high-rise skyscraper.
{Well, I thought you might be interested in breaking into the labs that manufactured that rogue Lilu AI.}
[Go on...]
Chapter Fourteen: Blind Carbon Copy
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