Nestled amongst the hickories and the pines in the Quartz capitol of the world, we set up camp for a week. For the first three days we battled a storm; darting out to explore when the dark clouds would forgive their visitors. We quickly found our favorite spots and found ourselves revisiting them over and over throughout our days there on Mount Ida. Our feet found the coolness of the creek after long walks over the hard crystalline ground, these small treasures I had to resist every one. Can you imagine a ground of crystals?