One thing I haven’t really talked about much is the old mine shafts I keep running into out here in the mountains.🏔
There’s something different about those spots. You can feel the history the second you step into the area. Old workings, broken rock piles, and sometimes even pieces of rusted metal left behind… it makes you stop and think about the people who were out there long before us.
One of my favorite things is spotting that deep green staining on the rocks — that’s malachite, and it’s a strong sign of copper. The color is honestly one of a kind. When you see it in person, it hits different… bright greens running through the rock like nature painted it there on purpose.
And the best part? You don’t find these places sitting at home.
You find them after long walks, climbing through rough terrain, reading the land, and just trusting your gut. Then boom… you come across something incredible tucked away in the mountains.
That feeling never gets old.
This week I want to switch it up a bit 👇
I want to hear YOUR story.
Have you ever:
- Found an old mine or hidden spot out in the wild?
- Come across minerals or colors that made you stop in your tracks?
- Had a moment in nature that just stuck with you?
Drop your story below ⬇️
Could be big or small — I read them all.
Let’s build this into something real where we’re all sharing what we’ve experienced out there 🌲