Inside the flume was the bowl and it was his belief they were starting out as irregular stones which as they were bowled down the flume by water were eventually transformed. And it just so happened that they took out a section of the flume around 1979 and it happened to be where we picked them up.
Now it was a good theory and it explained why they were found in the parking lot and also underneath the area which was prone to leakage. Some stones, like the small ones we discovered then, would be from the aqueduct bowling flume. It made sense but I couldn’t accept it. I did research and I decided I would dig deeper. So I did. And I found one source for that gravel. And I searched for years for other sources but without success. I may have seen stones similar but there was something about the Eastern Irrigation District Glacial Till which produced as close to perfect conglomerates as any I’ve ever heard of or seen.
So what did happen to bring those mystery stones to the surface? That is if they were cave pearls of the deep?
I’ve thought of that also and it is strange that the county they are discovered in is called Newell. Think New Well. A well in the EID? How about some little knowledge for the sake of this story.
It seems that when I moved to the EID I had to go into history. I did and I learned a lot. I went into history as deep as was possible and I searched the Brooks Bulletin microfiche newspapers back to their beginning. I learned of how things were before the railroad came to town. And I learned how the railroad changed the land. But I also found that it was owned by native people. There were mysterious ruins which long ago vanished. And there were tipi rings everywhere. I found a few myself which were not recorded.
Yet these things were part of history. Yet of Newell it was the county. It was there where I discovered a claim for ammonite. That was when it was legal to search with a license. And with permission to places where I went. I learned more then most about the land and I learned it was there in mystery. It was there as a mystery to which I learned that man was there for a long time. And I learned that man wasn’t the only one. For there were things which spoke of ocean and spoke of shells and spoke of ammonite.
And it was ammonite which somehow had become a conglomerate. So whatever the mystery was the ammonite was involved in the story. For on rare occasion while digging up land they find ammonite. Only I just happened to be there when they brought it in to the EID library. It was there and weighed in at 300 pounds originally though I am remembering by guess. It could have been half that so forgive me for not having clarity on that point.
Now I do joke about Newell. It was said of Brooks it also had hell for a basement and there were early rumors of gas underneath the town. That might be true and it is also said of Medicine Hat and maybe a few other places.
Whatever caused the land to shift so rapidly created an underworld. And that underworld was based on life of mystery.
So I will say that Brooks was named after Noel Brooks. Noel, as I learned, is a term related to the word Newel. Newel is a starting post on a staircase. And as it is a spindle it is also known as a record for record players spun in place and so did the place we call Newell.
It was there I spun records and it was there I searched for truth. And it was there I found knowledge which is part of this mystery.
So is it possible that somewhere down below is another newel or Newell? If so are we a staircase to hell? That is the County? Is it a place where time turned upside down in some catastrophe? I think it is possible but only if we can ever figure out how to grow ammonite. For that age had them and we do not. They were based on a stem to a brain like creature. A creature which looked like it might have a brain. A weird thought but who knows.
Until then enjoy the search. Life is a mystery. And life is filled with joyful experiences for those who love life.