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Transparency—I have no idea what Mead's Quarry Lake is. I didn't even click that link. I searched 𝚙𝚒𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚚𝚞𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝙺𝚗𝚘𝚡𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎 𝚃𝙽 and found these top 5 suggestions. Mead's Quarry Lake is #2.

I saw one photo online and didn't care about anything else, 'I'm going there' says me to me 'and I'm taking pictures with the GoPro and I'm saving them on The Blockchain!' That's what I did. What I did not do was picture a set of abandoned railroad tracks on the cover.



Two mile hike each way. I saw those tracks at the staging area and lost sight of them shortly after. Singletrack trails wind through and around the unblemished forrest all the way to the shoreline. Wind and rain scattered fallen leaves blanket the wooded floor while fall colors hesitate to shine until the last minute. Pretty green out there.

I hear snakes. If it moves it's a snake, I hate snakes. Shuffling leaves in every direction, my feet aren't the only ones doing that. Vociferous Appalachian's. Squirrels, raccoons, birds and falling leaves most likely but I only see leaves when the wind gusts.

More green overhead than blue. Purples and yellows, red and orange, Autumn's coming in hot but summer won't go down without a fight. Sounds like snakes.

I didn't see another human all day aside from the staging area. A couple parked next to me for about as long as it takes to gear up. By the time I took off, they took off somewhere else.

It's a quarry so at one point something was mined out of there; rare earth, precious metal, something. What typically happens is someone discovers a piece of earth containing soil and minerals valued substantially higher than most earthly soil and minerals so they develop a mining enterprise and drill.

And they drill and they drill and they drill and they drill and they drill and they drill and they drill and they drill and they drill and they drill and they drill and they drill and they drill for every last mineral until often times the water table is reached uncovering an oasis.

But for entertainment purposes they mined diamonds. Big HUGE MASSIVE SI2 clarity or better diamonds by the truck load. So many diamonds a fleet of Amazon trucks couldn't haul them out.

Glad they got what they came for before I showed up. Planes don't make noise when heavy equipment is kicking up dust.

I'm not sure how long I was there, a couple hours at least. When I got there the sun was still out, I drove home with the headlights on. Every few minutes a decent gust of wind swept through the canyon sending clumps of leaves into the lake. I can't always tell which is louder, that or airplanes.