On Saturday I took a trip back up to the Brown house in San Antonio de los Altos. We spent the morning relaxing, talking, and wandering around the neighborhood. Bob's son Rusty and a Venezuelan preacher named Carlos even took me down the hill to do some crystal hunting. There is an empty lot below the house where crystals erode out of the mountain. You search for them in a sweeping motion and hope to catch a glimpse in the sunlight. I found seven or eight in about 20 minutes.

Rusty Searches

A Sample of the Loot

Carlos Waits for us