Again I started the day doing the hike up Sentinel Peak for the sunrise. There were a few more people out then on the previous day, but mostly quiet. A small cottontail rabbit appeared along the way up. Until it moved it was just a lumpy shadow on the side of the road.
I had to keep things moving that morning as I wanted to attend a presentation on “A Brief History of Colored Stone Faceting” at 9am at the AGTA site. As there was not a good chance of a shuttle at that hour, it meant another mile walk from the hotel to the Convention center. That was fairly easy compared to the earlier one since it was all level ground. The presenter, Justin Prim, was someone I had met briefly at a faceting event a couple years ago. At that time he was planning to go abroad to complete his gemological studies and see the world on a budget that beat out studying in the US. Since then, I had seen him posting on faceting related sites. My curiosity to see how his adventures had progressed made this a not to be missed seminar.
Arizona Mineral and Fossil Show
Then it was on to a shuttle to get to the Hotel Tucson Center City to check out the Arizona Mineral and Fossil Show (https://www.mzexpos.com/) where John Garsow, another rough dealer I had known for many years, was showing. There were a few tents and outside vendors here, but most were in the hotel rooms. Unlike the other hotels with shows, this one still had some lawn space uncovered and scattered around the lawn area were an assortment of dinosaur models.
After I checked on what John had of interest, I headed back to the shuttle stop. Normally one should be by every 20 to 30 minutes or better. It was at least 40 minutes before the right one finally appeared.
JGM and 22nd Street
There was one more show in the area on my list to explore – JG&M Expo (http://jgmexpo.com/) which was basically between the Convention center / AGTA and 22nd Street show. So that was where I headed when the shuttle returned to the Convention center stop. It was a lot like 22nd Street in being open to the public and a mix of all sorts of related goods. I found some facet rough there and then went back to 22nd street to follow up on a lead from one of the GO meetup people on peridot rough as well as having a late lunch in the food court there.
At that point I was done and headed back to the hotel to make notes on what I would buy the next two days and rest up for the USFG “Hob Nob” social event that night. I had just crossed the street at the corner by the hotel and then it happened. I tripped on the pavement and between too much forward momentum and the weight of the backpack, I went down. As I started to get up, I knew it wasn’t just a few bumps and scrapes. My right wrist was at a not good angle and I had a bad feeling, was broken.
I think I was more upset by how this event was going to impact my plans for the remainder of the trip than I was bothered by any pain from the injury. (It hurt when I tried to use the hand, so short term solution was to avoid its use.) The hotel desk clerk told me that the closest ER was at Saint Mary’s Hospital and then Google maps showed that was two and a half miles away. That was definitely further than I wanted to walk. Just outside the hotel door I found a taxi cab waiting for business and shortly was delivered to the ER entrance of St. Mary’s.
I was shocked to find the waiting room had only a couple people there. It was a matter of minutes before someone called my name and took me inside. A while later X-rays confirmed my initial diagnosis – I had fractured my wrist. I would need to seek care from an orthopedic specialist when I got home to deal with it. Until then, they put it in a splint and then gave me a sling to hold it. I left with a prescription for some meds to help with swelling and pain, a disc with the x-rays and a packet of paperwork from the event.
So we actually made it to the Hob Nob. A bit late, but they hadn’t run out of pizza or soft drinks, so it was okay. The speaker for the evening had just started. I had pretty much forgotten about that. As things turned out, the topic “The Evolution of Diamond Cutting” complimented the seminar I had attended that morning on colored stone faceting.
After the speaker I had a chance to meet and talk with additional folks in the USFG community. I was glad that I had the chance given the circumstances.
Day 5 - Shopping
The broken wrist arm in a sling and not able to grasp anything with my right hand simplified some of my shopping options. I was not going to be examining rough with a loupe. Nor would I be buying anything using checks. There were a couple of vendors where I might pay cash for goods that were clear enough to see as eye clean. For the other items I would go to my long time rough dealers who I could trust to have really clean material and help evaluate my picks if needed.
I suspect I might have spent more had I not come up lame. I was moving a lot slower and with an excess of caution as I took the shuttle or walked between venues. People for the most part were nice and were willing to help when needed. At one shuttle stop I was approached by a young man whose badge indicated he was from Pakistan. He inquired how I was doing – apparently he was among those who witnessed my fall the previous day.
I wish I could have stayed for New Era’s Super Bowl party at the Pueblo show, but I could feel my energy resources were about to zero. I got back to the hotel and watched the last part of the game from a warm bed. My family back in the Philadelphia area were all very happy that night seeing their Eagles team win.
Day 6 - Packing and Resting
The last full day in Tucson was supposed to be for packing and checking out places that did not fit into the more planned days. By the time I got the preliminary packing done with just one hand, I was pretty much done for the day. Decided to rest up for the trip home the next day.