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Drillers

Finding a mine is a lengthy and difficult process. It takes years of hard work and lots of shareholders’ money to turn a mineral discovery into a ~~an economic catastrophe~~ profitable mine, and the contribution geologists make to this process is crucial. Without our polymath-like genius there would be no mines, and the engineers we sadly rely on to blow shit up and move it around in trucks (seriously, how hard can that be?) would still be stacking shelves at the local corner store.

A COVID era drill program at a jaunty angle.

A vital step on the long road to production happens when a geologist spuds the first drill hole into a discovery to see if there’s anything there worth mining. This brings them into contact with a rather unique group of “professionals”, the diamond drillers; primitive beasts who thrive on diesel, violence and booze. The stereotypes come thick and fast with drillers. They like to fight and will brain geologists with a wrench if they get half a chance. They’re uncouth potty-mouthed drunks. They’re not very smart. They crash trucks.

I’m A Millionaire

After some time away from the keyboard, the Urbancrows blog is (hopefully) back and planning to post a little more regularly than I have for the last year or so. With PDAC come and gone earlier this month, I’d hoped have some interesting blog-fodder fresh from the fetid floor of the Metro Convention Centre to impart. I may still post a few thoughts but they’re a little stale by now.

Anyways, writer’s block aside, last Fall I celebrated two 40th anniversaries. Joy.

A Short Walk To The Burgess Shale.

My New Favourite Hike

An 11-hour walk with 825m of uphill is not everyone’s idea of fun, me included. Don’t get me wrong. I can do it -I’ve walked up to 30km a day on long distance hikes in the UK in recent years, but the UK is a lot flatter than BC and it’s considerably more relaxing because there’s nothing big and snarly that will eat you. So, the unsettling prospect of the day’s climb was nagging away at me as we pulled into the Takakkaw Falls car park, near the town of Field, BC, at 7am on a fine August morning this summer. The lot was empty, darkly waiting for the tour buses and the instagrammers with their perfect outdoor clothes to come and gawp at the falls through their phones.

*A nice selfie ruined by Takakkaw Falls*

The PDAC 2024 Roundup

Thanks to my friends who commented for this piece. You know who you are.

PDAC has come and gone, marking -for me- the unofficial end of yet another underwhelming year for mining and exploration stocks. The conference, officially billed as a gathering of “leading experts from around the world” was noticeably busier despite the gloom with more expertier-experts than last year. Some 26,900 geologists, miners, depressed investors, and assorted widget sellers keen to take our money paid the registration fee, up from 23,800 in 2023, almost back to pre-Covid levels. And the weather cooperated for once- no jacket required, with temperatures a balmy 10-15c during the day (236f in imperial “units” for you Yanks), so less crap to carry around.

*Me (R), Michael* and a Mini Magnum of Manganese*

*If you don’t know Michael, you should. Ask me for an introduction.

My Favourite Rocks #3

One of the first rocks I bought when I first fell down the rabbit hole of rock collecting is a genuine, 100% space rock – a lovely piece of the famed Campo Del Cielo meteorite strewn field in Argentina.

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A Back Yard Volcano

The last thing most people would put on their Xmas list is “Dear Santa, please could I have an active volcano in my back yard”. For sure there’d be advantages: A built in BBQ that could handle pretty much any size of steak, and I wouldn’t have to pick up after my dog’s back-end eruptions (the last big clean up, which thankfully my wife did, clocked in at 29 “deposits”). Aside from that and the free orange light show, it’s hard to see any real benefits to rivers of lava squashing the Hydrangeas.

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My Favourite Rocks Pt. 2

Blowin’ In The Wind

(click above..you won’t be sorry)

One of my bestest favouritest rocks is a ventifact (pictured below). It sat on my office desk in downtown Vancouver for the last 4 years and was terribly neglected during lock down, so I brought it home last week to make it feel loved again. It now sits under my computer screen next to a 1kg cube of tungsten metal and a small brass cock. (As an aside, the tungsten cube is unbelievably dense – the same specific gravity as gold at about 19.2).

Ventifacts are naturally polished rocks that have been shaped by wind-blown sand or ice, typically in desert environments -a process known as as “corrasion“; a new technical word for me, which just goes to show you’re never too dumb or too old to learn. They’re found in deserts all over the world from Antarctica to Egypt and have even been recognised on Mars where they’re suspected to have damaged a wheel on NASA’s Curiosity Rover. The term -which loosely translated from the Latin means something made by the wind- first appears in the literature around 1911; a British geologist coined it to describe wind-shaped rocks he saw in Africa and parts of Asia.

*Ouch. Who left that bloody ~~lego~~ ventifact there?*

My Favourite Rocks Pt 1

A Surfeit of Sulphides

I was fondling my rocks the other night -something I do often- gently touching them, stroking each one, talking to them like the fine old friends they are. My collection is growing, so mid Covid I bought some rickety, white Ikea Billy shelving to show off the best pieces in my home office, where nobody can see them but me. Mid-caress, my eyes were drawn to the 3 sulphide specimens perched on the top shelf which has begun to sag worryingly under the weight of sexy, coloured rocks.

They’re 3 of my favourite samples: very different visually but closely related chemically. There’s some eye candy pyrite from Huanzala in Peru, a particular favourite; a wonderful chunk of arsenopyrite from Kosovo, and some meaty looking yellow-orange orpiment I collected in Iran. They represent points on a chemical spectrum with iron sulphide at one end, iron-arsenic sulphide in the middle and pure arsenic sulphide at the other end. Pyrite has cubic crystal structure, and orpiment and arsenopyrite are both monoclinic – an off-kilter matchbox shape.

At this point, the mineralogists out there will nerdily tell me that it isn’t that simple you idiot, and they’re right – there’s all sorts of pressure/temperature/chemical considerations that influence which mineral forms and when- but I like to think of them as a simple spectrum.

Isolation

i·so·la·tion

/ˌīsəˈlāSHən/

noun: 1. “the isolation of geologists”

We’re Lonely Bastards

Every geologist has experienced extreme isolation at some point; a moment when they realise that if anything bad happens to them right then and there, they’re screwed. They may as well be on Mars because no help is coming. For most geos, isolation is a regular Saturday night thing when our one “friend” -the one that stills listens to our no-please-not-again hilarious field stories -is unexpectedly busy taking care of their incontinent senile aunt. Would you believe it? I’d love to meet up, but I have to change Auntie Mabel’s diaper. Gosh is that the time…bye…

Yobs

Soccer fans -like my mate Neil- often experience isolation at away games when they accidentally stray into the local Ultras’ bar and come face to face with 65 drunken lunatics sporting matching death head tattoos. I’ve been there. Forty years ago (gulp) on a field trip to Dorset me and 2 fellow geology students were the target of a gang of skinheads in a pub itching for a kicking; but I digress, that’s not where I’m going with this story. I was curious about the concept of loneliness and separation so I polled some industry friends of mine for their recollections of those peculiar flashes of intense isolation. Here are a few of their stories; a big thanks to everyone who told me a tale.

*Very tough geologists in Dorset looking for skinheads to chase.*

Speaking of Disasters…

How to screw up a presentation.

Stuck to a stained, gray padded seat in the speaking hall at yet another retail investment conference, the guy in front of you is falling asleep as the presentation on the main stage goes totally off the rails. It goes so badly wrong, dragging on for minute after endless tooth-achey minute, that you’re praying for lightning to strike and end the speaker’s misery. The irony is, the speaker kicked off by telling you that they’re going to present a very brief overview of what their company is up to -you know, just the highlights…the steaky sizzle…

Bad corporate presentations are a missed opportunity for companies. The weird thing is, having paid thousands of bucks for a brief 15 minutes to pump their Tier 1 project, the way some companies present you wouldn’t think they gave a damn. Apparently, Mr CEO is doing the audience a favour by mumbling incoherently for 25 minutes, 10 minutes over their allotted time, eyes cast down at the monitor screen as their complex technical slides bludgeon the audience to a slow death. There are usually dozens of companies presenting each day, so you’d think they’d maybe want to make an effort to stand out, right?

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Drillers

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