Lab 6: Jackson Springs

Hello!


A few weeks ago (I say this because I'm horribly forgetful) we went to Jackson Springs Park in order to check out the geology around the area.

There was an entrance to the riverwalk via the backside of Jackson Springs, which I found to be quite lovely.

My favorite part of the entire trip was going through the tunnel that extends beneath the road through which the meager stream runs.
There was a bit of graffiti (as can be expected in such a perfect spot for graffiti) in the tunnel. One of the paintings said something like "Angela and Chris kissed right.... HERE! 2004." (I don't actually know that their names are Angela or Chris; those are the first names that came to mind.)

I saw a great deal of hornblende while on the excursion, and there was a bit of granite in the bridge. I searched pretty eagerly for some mica, to no avail.

I knew going in to the lab about the fairly racist (as hell) history that Jackson Springs boasts. My fiance's parents had come to the park when they were young, and they told the story once when I came with them.
I want to believe that Macon is heading toward the less-racist path, but once I was looking at homes with a realtor and we turned down a street. There was a group of young African Americans on a porch, and she literally put the car in reverse and said, "You're looking for a different neighborhood."
I chose to rent. Without that lady.