Long Beach Mineral and Gem Society

Hello LBMGS Rockhounds and anyone else that would like to join our next meeting... Our next Long Beach Mineral & Gem Society ZOOM meeting will be on Wednesday November 11th at 7pm! Please see below for a link to the Zoom meeting and details about the presentation....Continue reading

A nice stop on the way to Salt Lake City, Utah. I collect sand and got a vial full of some nice salt crystals from Bonneville Flats in 2018 and a soul and eye full of the Milky Way Galaxy on a moonless November night.

What do you think might have happened to him?

Aerial Views of the New Salton Sea Mudpots -------------------------------------------------- The mudpots in these photos are located along the San Andreas Faul...t at the Salton Sea. They are a couple miles from the more well known and less active mudpots at Schrimpf and Davis. A mud pot is a natural double boiler! Surface water collects in a shallow, impermeable (usually due to a lining of clay) depression that has no direct connection to an underground water flow. Thermal water beneath the depression causes steam to rise through the ground, heating the collected surface water. Hydrogen sulfide gas is usually present, giving mud pots their characteristic odor of rotten eggs. Some microorganisms use the hydrogen sulfide for energy. The microbes help convert the gas to sulfuric acid, which breaks down rock into clay. The result is a gooey mix through which gases gurgle and bubble. Another mudpot in nearby Niland resulted in the SR-111 Highway having to be rerouted around it. The nearby train tracked have had to be rerouted as well. Note that these particular mudpots cannot be driven to (unless you have a vehicle capable of driving through very deep and sticky wet clay) and are not practical to walk to (unless you're prepared to trudge through muddy wet clay that is nearly waist deep in some parts. They're best seen from above like you're seeing here. I'll be posting some high-resolution 4K videos of this area in the next few days. While in the process of filming, my drone ran out of battery power (I should have started flying back to the home position sooner) and dropped out of the sky into the water. I thought all hope was lost, but the next day I returned with my inflatable boat and sailed out to the exact coordinates of the crash site according to the flight log. The water was about 2.5 feet deep and too murky to get any visual confirmation. I hoped out of my boat and my feet sank at least a foot into the soft bottom of the lake. I shuffled around for less than 5 minutes until my toes bumped into something. I reached down and it was the drone! So, now that I was able to recover the drone, I can make an insurance claim and get a replacement drone. I will NOT be making this same mistake again! No more pushing the limits of battery power when I fly! Also, I must commend SanDisk for their "Extreme" microSDXC memory card that survived being submerged in hyper saline water for nearly 24 hours. After rinsing the card in clean water and drying it off, I was able to recover all the high definition photos and videos without any trouble. (The photos and videos I posted the other day were lower-resolution versions transmitted wirelessly to the flight controller).

Hopefully your in the mood for an interesting true story about a big rock... A Brief History of Giant Rock Covering the Last 90 Years (1887-1977) by George W. V...an Tassel When I came out here in 1947, I became a close friend of Charlie Reche. Later, I bought Charlie’s property, which was known as Reche’s Wells. Charlie Reche had been here since 1887, at which time the people living in the area were all Indians. Most of the information I gathered concerning the history of Giant Rock was from both the Indians and Charlie Reche. So I figure this information is right from the horse’s mouth, so to speak, because they were the ones who were here before it became what it is now. According to the Indians, this was an Indian Holy Ground, where the north and south tribes met annually. The Chiefs held their seances and meetings close by the Big Rock, which they called the Great Stone, because to them it symbolized the Great Spirit, as it was the largest single object in the area. Today, it is still known as the largest single boulder in the world. The Indians assembled for their meetings here for up to three days at a time. During their meetings, none of the tribesmen were allowed close by as the meetings, per se, were actually a collection of the Chiefs and the VIPs in the tribe. The rest of the people in the tribe had to camp about a mile or so away so as not to be near the actual meeting place. I had the honor of being able to speak to the son of an Indian Chief. This man was ten years old when his father put a mark on the Giant Rock, on the north side. The Indians called this mark the Sign of the Scorpion. To the Indian’s understanding, this means a good place. Also, wherever an Indian Chief put a sign, no other Indian was allowed to put other signs. This being the reason for only the one sign on the big Rock. Whenever one finds an area where there are numerous Indian hieroglyphics on the rocks, this is an area where Indian children have been practicing the art. Charlie Reche, having homesteaded here in 1887, was allowed the privilege of meeting with the Indians many times. Reche’s homestead included the area where the Integratron now stands, as well as several acres besides. In 1930, while I was still in Santa Monica, a very interesting person arrived at my uncle’s garage. This fellow had taken up prospecting because he had been in a fishing fleet and also in the Merchant Marine, and as a result had acquired too much moisture in his lungs. Therefore, under doctor’s orders, he had discontinued these activities where he had to be in fog and moisture all the time. He had a four cylinder Essex car which had a rod knocking in the engine and he had no money. My uncle, Glenn Paine, had his garage on 2nd Street, just off of Broadway in Santa Monica, across from the Carmel Hotel. He engaged mostly in the selling of overnight parking for the hotel inside his garage. He also did repair work and was a Buick specialist. When I came to California from Ohio, in 1930, to see my uncle, he needed someone to help him. So I stayed with him and that’s how I happened to be there. This man I spoke of happened to be Frank Critzer. When he came into my uncle’s garage, he was looking for someone to correct that rod knock in his Essex, who would do it without charge. Being interested in mining and having a period of lull during the depression, we just happened to have a little time on our hands when this fellow drove in with his Essex. So, that same day we took him to lunch with us. We discovered he was a very intelligent person and that he did know quite a lot about prospecting. Thus, in the course of getting acquainted we became instant buddies, so to speak. My uncle allowed him to sleep in the garage and we repaired his Essex. When Frank Critzer was ready to leave, we gave him $30.00, which was a lot of money in those days. We also stocked his car full of canned goods and headed him out. He told us that wherever he would settle down then he’d write to us, and also that we would be included in any mining claims he should happen to declare. A year went by before we finally heard from him. We had practically given up on him when we received a letter in which he had drawn a map showing how to get to Giant Rock. The following weekend my uncle and I went to Giant Rock to see him. Frank had already started to dig under the big Rock to make a place to live. Banning was the closest town in which one could purchase supplies for building, so Frank was getting by with what was there. Too, he had only squatter’s rights and a mining claim on Giant Rock. He didn’t own the property, for it was government land. By digging under the Rock he could have a place to live without having to purchase materials to amount to anything. Frank had shrewdness and comprehension, so he reasoned that if he dug a room under the north side of the Giant Rock, the boulder would take all summer getting warm and hold the warmth beneath it during the winter. By the same reasoning, the Rock would get cold during the winter and keep the room temperature cool during the summer. Thus there would be little need for heating or cooling. This would amount to six months’ delayed thermal reaction. This has proved to be good engineering on Frank’s part because the maximum temperature under the Rock is 80F without any refrigeration in the summer time, and a minimum of 55F in the winter time with no heating. The outside temperature will vary from approximately 25F to 115F. The Giant Rock covers 5800 sq. ft. of ground and is 7 stories high. The rooms dug out from beneath it amount to approximately 400 sq. ft., so one can readily see that this is a very small fraction of the total area of the bottom side. Frank was falsely accused of stealing dynamite, failing to register for the draft, and several other things, in 1942, while the US was at war with Germany. Having a German name, it was assumed by many people that he had to be a German spy in order to live in such a desolate place as Giant Rock. The only radio Frank Critzer had was one that Charlie Korell had given him. I spoke to Charlie later about this as he made frequent trips to Giant Rock. The radio was a little 3 dial, A & B dry battery Atwater Kent, with the tubes exposed and no case around it. It wasn’t any good for transmitting messages to Germany, although it was a superhetrodyne receiver. The stories had generated from some people’s erroneous thinking. Frank did have a German name. He had served in the German Navy as a mess boy on a German submarine in World War I. But he had come to our country, worked in our Merchant Marine, and was a naturalized citizen. Besides, he had no further affiliation with Germany whatsoever. But because he did have a big radio antenna on top of the mountain, some people assumed he was using his radio for spying purposes and, without first checking with the FBI, these people started the rumor that Frank surely must be a spy. Consequently, in August of 1942, three deputies came to Giant Rock, supposedly to take Frank in for questioning. I spent many weekends visiting with Frank at Giant Rock. Frank had a big kitchen table, and a big wood-burning cook stove, on which he prepared, cooked, and served German pancakes for anyone who happened to stop in. He usually had a case of two of dynamite and a partially opened case under the big kitchen table. We would put our feet on them when we were with him. He also had some caps, as he was doing some prospecting and dynamiting, and he knew how to use these things. When the three deputies came to take Frank in, the first thing he noticed was that they were from Riverside County. Giant Rock being in San Bernardino County and Frank being a man of principle, he knew they had no authority in this county and he told them so. According to Bill Royal, who had brought the deputies out here as they didn’t even know where Giant Rock was, Frank, after a lot of arguing, said that if they were going to take him in anyway, that he needed to get his coat. When he went into his living quarters beneath Giant Rock to get his coat, he pulled the 2 x 4 bar, which he had across the door on the inside to hold it in place, and thus barricaded the door. The deputies immediately assumed Frank was defying them, so they lobbed a tear gas grenade in through the north side window. The unfortunate part of this whole incident was that the grenade landed underneath that table, thus setting off the caps and dynamite. The explosion killed Frank Critzer, blew the windows out, and injured the deputies. Newspapers ran the story that he was a German spy. I had personally talked with the FBI; they knew the newspaper stories were not true. Frank had written a manuscript called the Glass Age which he’d given to a friend to type. In 1936 he had already in print all of the plastics we use today, and some of which we do not have yet. He was an advanced thinker in his own right, with a brilliant mind. When I finally had the time from work to come to Giant Rock after reading about Frank’s death in the newspapers, there was nothing left but the hole under the rock. All of Frank’s belongings had been hauled away, including the 4 cylinder Essex. The place was literally stripped. I was working for Douglas Aircraft at the time, and about a month had passed before I could come to Giant Rock. On numerous occasions, after the death of Frank, I came with my wife and family to spend our vacations here camping out because we all loved this place. When the war ended in 1945, I made application to the Bureau of Land Management to acquire this property, and wanted to make an airport here. Frank had already cleared an area and many airplanes had landed. However, it wasn’t on the airmaps. Being of hard decomposed granite, it is a perfect natural runway. But it was not until 1947 when the paperwork which was involved was finally completed that we were able to move to Giant Rock. It was in 1953 when we began the weekly meditation meetings in the room under Giant Rock which led to the UFO contacts. This resulted in the information which led to the principles of rejuvenation and to the creation of the Integratron. I operated the airport from 1947 until December 1975 at which time I sold it to Phyllis and John Brady, who in turn turned it over to Jose Rodriguez and his family in 1977. Giant Rock has been known world-wide for a long time for its unusual UFO activities and for the many unmatched annual Space Conventions which have been held here. https://www.integratron.com/a-brief-history-of-giant-rock/

The Forest is closed...literally. I can understand why; there have been over 7,900 fires to date in California which has affected 3.5 million acres. These fir...es have caused 26 fatalities and the loss of over 6,100 structures. Another worry in Kernville where I took this photo may be that there would be thousands of campers and hikers to evacuate from there this time of year as the SQF Complex fire draws near from the North. M99 North out of Kernville is closed at the Johnsondale Bridge. Sherman Pass is also closed at that intersection. I was told by rangers eating at McNally's that the Trail of a Hundred Giants is safe so far. Should fire reach any of the sequoia's though, they may survive. Sequoia's have fire resistant bark, and the bark on the trees in that grove are very thick. Finally, fire is good for sequoia's which only opens their cones and drop seeds during fires and lightening strikes. Let's hope this amazing grove fares well.

So sad that Devil’s Punchbowl County Park burned and the quaint and charming Visitor’s Center was lost. The Punchbowl has the nicest park staff.

Parking lot show in Hysperia coming up... Dear Friends and Vendors, Mining Supplies and Rock Shop is once again sponsoring a Gem, Mineral, Jade, and Gold Show on November 21st and 22nd at our Mining Supplies and Rock Shop in Hesperia....Continue reading

So I have used resin a LOT for many years for my business. Generally I just use art n glow epoxy. Supposedly none yellowing and really does dry hard as nails. ...I have a stone that needs stabelized, crack right down the center. It has not broken yet. I was looking at how to stabilize a stone and Hxtal epoxy came up. Could anyone please explain to me what the difference between Hxtal is and other expoxy resins, please. Google has let me down thank you!!!! I guess my question is more so can I get away with useing the resin I have?

Warehouse Sale - Cash Only September 19th at 9:00am 2700 E Imperial Hwy Brea, CA 92821... Masks will be required. No mask no shopping. Geode Shop at Knott’s is having a warehouse sale. It is time to downsize and consolidate storage locations. Everything must go. List of mineral items is so vast; it is not possible to list. These are items that Randy purchased either for his personal collection or for the shop that never made it in. There will also be display/sale cabinets, some of what we would use at the fairs. I will try and visit the warehouse early this week and get a better idea what is available. -Antique Mining Artifacts. Mine car parts, old tools, dynamite boxes, large crucible. There are several bags of uncut Brazilian agates, geodes, thundereggs. Check out the pictures on the page for Geode Shop at Knott's Berry Farm.