The summer of 1966, a long time
ago, was an exciting time for a newby geologist exploring South Dakota. I had graduated from Fort Hays State
University in Kansas in Spring 1965, went to summer field camp (a rite of
passage for geologists) in summer 1965, and in the fall headed north to the
University Of South Dakota to hopefully be awarded a graduate degree (I was
uncertain about my skills and that event happening).
But it did in Summer 1967.
The Fall 1965 semester was a tough
one for me as I had to learn a different method of studying for some “hard
courses” such as Optical Mineralogy! But, I survived, and actually
made many new friends and passed the courses.
I addition, I learned to count numbers in Spanish as the Number 1 Hot Billboard Hit for 1965 was no less than Wooly Bully by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs:
Uno, dos, one, two, tres, quatro
Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw
Had two big horns and a wooly jaw
Wooly bully, wooly bully
Spring 1966 was spent looking down the scope in Optical Petrography, and trying to come up with a topic for my thesis. Seems simple but my two favorite professors pulled up stakes and left for greener pastures (and larger departments and larger salaries). I was left without a guide but located a thesis with the great help of a geologist working next door at the South Dakota Geological Survey. So Summer 1966 saw me working for the Survey out of Chamberlain studying landslides in the Cretaceous Pierre Shale. This was pre-Interstate 90 in much of South Dakota and the Survey and “road builders” were rightly concerned about building a stable road bed on a shale filled with bentonite seams (it swells when wet) and "slippery" bedding planes. I learned as much about land slides as I ever wanted to know—but I was learning, and learning has always made me "happy."!
I addition, I learned to count numbers in Spanish as the Number 1 Hot Billboard Hit for 1965 was no less than Wooly Bully by Sam the Sham and the Pharaohs:
Uno, dos, one, two, tres, quatro
Matty told Hatty about a thing she saw
Had two big horns and a wooly jaw
Wooly bully, wooly bully
Spring 1966 was spent looking down the scope in Optical Petrography, and trying to come up with a topic for my thesis. Seems simple but my two favorite professors pulled up stakes and left for greener pastures (and larger departments and larger salaries). I was left without a guide but located a thesis with the great help of a geologist working next door at the South Dakota Geological Survey. So Summer 1966 saw me working for the Survey out of Chamberlain studying landslides in the Cretaceous Pierre Shale. This was pre-Interstate 90 in much of South Dakota and the Survey and “road builders” were rightly concerned about building a stable road bed on a shale filled with bentonite seams (it swells when wet) and "slippery" bedding planes. I learned as much about land slides as I ever wanted to know—but I was learning, and learning has always made me "happy."!
On Friday afternoons I usually
headed out to my thesis area south east of the Back Hills in the western part
of the State rocking out with the AM tuned to Tommy James and the Shondells with
Hanky Panky:
Hanky Panky:
My baby does the hanky panky
I saw her walking on down the line,
you know I saw her for the very first time,
a pretty little girl standing all alone,
you know I saw her for the very first time,
a pretty little girl standing all alone,
Of course males of all ages dreamed about meeting up with that girl!
Often I would take a break
from driving west in the middle of numerous Airstream caravans (remember those terrible things) all bunched up in a group on the narrow US 16
highway. One of my favorite stops was near Wasta where
the highway goes into a deep valley and crosses the Cheyenne River. The Cheyenne is the major drainage of the
Hills and a few miles north of Wasta the River receives Elk Creek, also flowing east from the
Black Hills. There are wonderful
exposures of the Pierre Shale along the River and Creek and, at that time,
large concretions were abundant, especially along Elk Creek. One simply had to pound on the concretions to
find ammonite cephalopods, and calcite and barite crystals. A large calcareous concretion in the Pierre Shale. Hat for scale. |
Photomicrograph of dark golden/amber barite collected from Elk Creek, South Dakota. Length of crystal is ~1.7 cm. |
The Pierre at Elk Creek has produced
and is still producing (if you have the money to pay landowners), some of the
finest barite (barium sulfate, BaSO4 ) crystals in the world. Roberts
and Rapp, in their seminal book Mineralogy of the Black Hills (1965),
noted that superb crystals of barite from the Pierre concretions are colorless,
yellow, amber, smoky brown, or wine colored and often are quite transparent. In
fact, these barite localities were noted in the 2008 publication American Mineral Treasurers (published
by the Mineralogical Record) as one of the top 50 American mineral
specimen producing localities. The most collectable, and most expensive on the
market, seem to be amber to light yellow in color, are water clear and gemmy, have
a perfect chisel-shape termination, and posses a vitreous luster. My collection from the 1960s does not have
the perfect crystals but they were fun to collect.
So, at the 2019 Fall Denver Area
Mineral Dealers Show (see previous Posts) I was elated to acquire, for the sum of $3,
a single crystal of Elk Creek barite that is gemmy, water clear but with an
amber/gold tint, and has a chisel termination, and a vitreous luster. Although the Elk Creek crystals display a number
of shapes my newly purchased specimen is very tabular with well developed
edges. Barite belongs to the Orthorhombic Crystal System therefore the “length”
of the flattened crystal is along the B Axis rather than the C Axis
(common in many minerals). In fact, the length of the C
Axis on this specimen is the “shortest” of the three axes.
The great specimens of Elk Creek barite exhibited by The Collectors Edge (Golden, Colorado) at the Tucson Show (2017?) and priced to sell at $75,000. |
My parents were like those of Daniel Schwartz and tolerated a small town kid collecting rocks and minerals. But perhaps more importantly they encouraged learning and education. There was never any question in their minds, nor in mine, that I was headed to college after high school. For this support I am grateful. RIP.
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