THERE’S NO PLACE LIKE HOME

February 25th, 2008

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If only it were so easy as clicking the heels of our ruby slippers.  The trip home was certainly quicker by a day because our client chartered a plane to get us back down to Niamey.  After a day there, we got out in the middle of the night and had an uneventful trip back to New York.  We were too impatient to wait for the shuttle down to Dulles and the commuter back up to State College so we rented a car and drove home.

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It’s still late Winter here which is something of a jolt to the senses when you are accustomed to 90 degree days, shorts and t-shirts, sitting around in the shade in the afternoon drinking beer….

Our survey is in sausage making mode.  The lab has the ingredients and we are ready to grind out maps and hopefully celebrate the identification of some hot anomalies to follow up on next month.

Meanwhile, I am headed to Toronto to the Prospectors and Developers Association of Canada annual meeting to learn what is new in the industry and line up more work.

That’s it for the current trip to Niger.  We will pick up the blog where we left off in about a month on our return trip.

We all hope that you have found the blog interesting and informative.  I certainly enjoyed writing it.  I have no way of knowing how many readers we have but judging from the statistics for my website it seems to have become fairly popular.  We are hoping for surveys in new countries this coming year even though we all really like Niger.  Stay tuned.

Cheers

Stratamodel

STRATAMODEL RIDES AGAIN

February 15th, 2008

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On a high lonely rock in the Sahara

We’re short timers now.  Homeland has chartered an aircraft to take us back to Niamey on Sunday so we can avoid the arduous two day drive.  All 1800 radon detectors have been retrieved from the
field and the films are safely packed in bags for their journey to the lab in Chicago for processing.  This recon survey has covered four thousand square kilometers, a sizable chunk of real estate by anyone’s standards.  The next step is to identify favorable areas and test them at a much greater sample density when we return in a month.

Our geologic traverses continue to reveal valuable information about the history of the basin that bears to one degree or another on our understanding of the origin of the uranium deposits.  Tony Kovschak, chief geologist of Homeland Uranium, has identified most of the specimens in our collection of fossil plants and animals.  The final phase of basin development (Cretaceous) was marked by a very large freshwater lake as evinced by a robust species of freshwater clam, algal mats, horsetails, and hungry hadrosaurs who grazed the edges.

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Get off my back!

We still live in a happy camp.  Our grubby existence has developed into comfortable routine.  Up before dawn to a breakfast of Malrone (anti-malarial), bread, butter, and jam washed down with Nescafe for the unprepared or Italian roast for the more discerning palate.  The honey dippers are regular visitors until the sewer is completed.  Laundry is done by our security man with a bar of soap and bucket of tap water then hung out to dry on tent lines.

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Everyone drinks from this contaminated well

We were treated to a Touareg roundup down at one of the regional wells yesterday.  After a morning geologic traverse, we pulled into their camp where a grand lunch lay waiting.  A ram was slaughtered and a platter of meat mixed with rice was placed before us on a rug under an acacia tree.  Strong green tea with as much sugar as tea was served in shot glasses.  The Hors d’houvre was aged sheep cheese. Armed with a soup spoon we all sat in a circle and dug into a mound of steaming food on a large platter.

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Our lunch of ram and rice (probably made with well water).

After lunch we mounted our camels and under the watchful eye of the Touareg men were either led around or handed the rein.  Steering a camel is done with bare feet placed at the base of their neck.  Push the top foot and the critter goes right.  Push the bottom foot and he turns left or at least that is what I thought I understood from my teacher.  Pulling the rein, which is tethered to a ring through the camel’s right nostril, makes them complain in a loud Chewbacca growl.  I think the rein works like a brake and accelerator combination.  Mounting a camel takes some practice.  The camel kneels with all four legs tucked underneath but the saddle is still nearly four feet off the ground.  You mount by stepping on the camel’s left foreleg and throw your right leg over the saddle.  The pommel is a trident of carved wood or horn that is best grasped tightly when the camel rises.  They unfold their back legs pitching you forward at a 45 degree angle.  The front legs unfold next throwing you wildly backward.  Now, with your head eight or nine feet off the ground you have a grand view of your surroundings.  It’s a long way to the ground as Drew found out when he was pitched off as his camel rose.  Camels are just as ornery as some horses and like to rub you against the thorny branches of the nearest acacia.  They seem immune to the two inch needle sharp thorns, munching them like candy.  Their mouths are tough with a leathery pad instead of top front teeth.  Camels have large canine teeth on top that may only serve the purpose of inflicting a painful bite to a neighbor when they compete for water at the trough.  Their lips and nostrils are a wonder of evolution.  Like a seal or walrus, they can close their nostrils tight.  Their lips are as dexterous as the tip of an elephant’s trunk.

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Looking like tourists in the Sahara.

After the men had a good laugh at our attempts to ride their camels, they showed us how it is really done.  The camp women gathered under a tree with a drum and began to chant, sing, clap hands, and beat a drum.  The men cantered their camels in a tight circle around the tree whooping.  We were squeezed into the center of the circle with racing camels passing just inches away.  After the show, a round of speeches was made pledging mutual cooperation and friendship.

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This is how it is really done.

The regional well is in sorry shape.  Hundreds of animals are brought there daily for water.  The well is over 50 feet deep and the men and children labor to draw water and fill cement troughs so herds of sheep, goats, donkeys, cattle, and camels can drink.  Everyone in the village drinks from the same well.  All of these animals have left a rich layer of droppings around the well and the ropes used to lower the buckets slither through this muck with each hauling cycle contaminating the water in the well.  A government health agent was present and despaired of the situation and his inability through lack of resources to rectify it.  Homeland Uranium through their non-profit foundation has pledged to rebuild the well and create a system to alleviate the contamination problem.  A contractor will begin work within the next few weeks.

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A model of how the well could be.

That’s all for now.  My next post will be from Niamey on the way home.  Be sure to check out more pictures here.

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So long pard.

SATURDAY NIGHT IN ARLIT

February 10th, 2008

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Ventifacts:  Rock eroded by wind borne sand. 

 Arlit, Niger Lat (DMS), 18° 43′ 57N, Long (DMS), 7° 22′ 5E,
Altitude (meters), 439.  Time zone (est), UTC+1 2008/02/09;23:20

“We gotta get out of this place, if its the last thing we ever do.”  A week of frustration and problems has been resolved by the addition of two of our old auger motors courtesy of our generous client Global Uranium of Toronto Canada.  Scott, Drew, and Miles worked to rebuild two more by cannibalizing parts from two severely damaged motors to make it all work flawlessly.  We got up and running again and put in our last 200 radon detectors which completes this phase of our survey.  We have now put in about 1800 radon detectors and will complete the survey in a couple more days when we have pulled all of them out of the ground.  Upon our return to the States next week, these will be sent to our lab for analysis.  My work will not be complete until I have processed the analytical results and interpreted the data in the context of what I have learned about the local geology.

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Scott working his mechanical magic.

Every exploration program needs a capable manager.  Homeland’s exploration manager, Bill Cronk, is orchestrating a disciplined effort to collect and analyze as much data as possible to push the project to the next stage.  Drilling follow-up will be based on the compilation of geologic observations, previous drilling data, new geochemical data, and I hope our radon survey.  It is really exciting for us to be involved with such a hot prospect.

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Bill and Akassa, the head geologist, discussing our traverse.

Life in camp has entered a new phase with the departure of half of the Stratamodel crew.  Miles and Tim are heading home to their own beds, western meals, loving friends and relatives, and all that other stuff we are missing daily.  We had a sendoff dinner/birthday party for Tim of grilled filet of beef on Thursday for all 20 of us here in camp cooked by Chef Tom.  Our regular camp chef has risen to the challenge and is making delicious meals raising camp moral to new highs.  Bill Cronk takes everyone in camp out to dinner at a local restaurant each Saturday night.  The infidels at camp (Bill and the Stratamodel crew) enjoy a glass of whiskey in the bar before dinner while the Muslims down Cokes and Fantas.

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Drew, the master butcher dresses out Tim’s steak.

We are creating a camp crisis by showering regularly.  No not Stratamodel, the Africans!  My guys pride themselves on how utterly filthy they can get and remain that way for days on end.  Most of the Africans are far more fastidious and take regular showers.  This does have it consequences for camp however.  Our septic tank is small and has no drain field.  The honey dipper makes regular visits to pump the tank and haul off the residue to fertilize the gardens where we get salad that gives us diarrhea.  They really can’t keep up and twice this week Rabadinne our Touareg camp manager hired neighbor boys to dip out the septic tank by hand late at night so it would stop flooding the toilet and shower.  Crappy work to say the least and certainly even more miserable to do it between 11 pm and 2 am.  Bill has dropped big tips (by local standards) on these poor guys but what a mess in the morning with bad water spilled all over camp.

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Rabadinne and the Honey Dippers (check out their latest CD on Amazon.com).

Mineral exploration is an adventure.  Nearly every day, Bill and I take a drive out into the desert to crack rocks with our hammers, examine the mineral grains, hash out our thoughts on their origin, and brainstorm how it might relate to the complex geologic history of this area.  We think we have identified the moment in time when the volcanoes just east of here flooded the basin with debris carrying a significant load of uranium.  We don’t work nearly as hard as our sampling crews and should be a bit embarrassed to complain of sore necks from bouncing around in the truck all day when our crews are busting butt digging holes and filling plastic bags full of dirt or drilling holes and dropping radon detectors in them 10 hrs a day.

This austere landscape yields a daily treasure of interesting geologic facts.  The barren terrain focuses us on the smallest things and what might otherwise go overlooked is gathered into our growing store of valuable geologic information.  Today we measured a field of petrified logs that was a kilometer wide by several kilometers long.  The logs where two to eight meters long and many of them where a meter in diameter.  Though most of these logs where replaced by quartz soon after they came to rest on the edge of an ancient lake, some parts of them adsorbed enough uranium to make our scintillometer sound like an Egyptian snake charmer’s flute as the gamma rays flood the detector.  The buzz of that scintillometer is to a uranium geologist what the glint of gold in a pan is to a gold prospector.

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Bill wants to be buried like the ancients. 

Daily we see large mounds of rocks that mark tombs of Touareg.  The tombs seem to be everywhere and are a reminder that people have lived around here for a long time.  The effort to stack several hundred 10 kilo stones into piles 2 meters high amazes us.  Their stone grain grinders are scattered around the desert and speak of a time when this was a lush grassland where agriculture was possible and game must have been thick.  The last ostrich disappeared several decades ago but we still find broken egg shells where the chicks hatched out.  As you look at the pictures of the remaining grassland, keep in mind that these are the remnants of a much larger grassland ecosystem that has been desiccated and reduced to small areas where the Touareg people still hang on by tradition and a remarkable ability to extract resources from the poorest land imaginable.

We have made many friends here.  They readily overlook our foreign ways and I think appreciate our respect for their culture and religious practices.  Our French is improving daily and we are even picking up a few words of Tomacheck.  Just a little daily reminder that Americans are some of the World’s least educated people when it comes to foreign languages.  Most of our ‘uneducated’ crew speak at least three languages.  If we only understand English, can we really think we know what we are doing in foreign affairs?  Anyway, I can say that my crew of four young men are growing every day and they and I are sure we will never be the same after this experience.

The call to prayer comes at 4:30 am and it is LOUD.  All of us are so tired and used to the morning racket that we sleep through it.  Our African crews are up at 5:30 to eat.  Then at 6, they pray as a group in the ad hoc mosque they have created in a corner of the compound.  Our crews stop in the early afternoon for a brief prayer.  When they return from the field about 6 pm, there is another prayer.  At 7:30 a final prayer is conducted by one or two of the more devout with all of the rest in camp (except us infidels) praying in unison.  Unlike Christian prayer, which might seek forgiveness for sins or victory on the football field, Muslims simply bow in supplication and praise of God.  There is no appeal as an individual to a superior force, only submission and humility.

We are a contrast of high technology, grubby appearance, workplace hustle, haram practices, generosity, and religious indifference.  We are like jovial Martians that have landed among them and our antics are still mildly amusing and usually a bit puzzling.  We hope to get out of here before the novelty wears off.  But, before we do, we are leaving the latest Trimble hand held survey instruments and Africans who are trained to understand and use them.  These guys can truly say they are now among the elite around the world who use cutting edge technology in the collection of field data.

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Mmm, the smell of grilled steak!

THE ROAD GOES ON FOREVER BUT OUR SURVEY WILL END

February 2nd, 2008

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Let me begin with a short account of our survey progress and local news.  I will follow this with some observations and ideas about the local geology and the formation of our target uranium deposits.  When your eyes begin to glaze over reading about geochemistry and the evolution of this sedimentary basin, give it up and wait for the next blog and something a little less esoteric.

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This survey is nearly done.  We are closing in on our goal of 2000 points even as our equipment is failing under the severe demands of the hard drilling.  The crew has been tearing the auger motors apart and cannibalizing parts to keep as many of the chain saw motors running as possible.  Despite this we are down to one working machine.  We will receive two replacements late Sunday which will boost us over the top early next week.  In about ten days we will have it wrapped up and head south to Niamey to catch our flight home about a week earlier than scheduled.

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The security situation seems to have improved and the US embassy has relaxed some of its former travelers warnings.  We hope the convoy system has also been relaxed so that we might make better time back to the capital.  The areas we work are nearly deserted with the exception of a few scattered Touareg encampments were the crews have been trading plastic bags and a little money for bricks of sheep cheese and the occasional sip of camel milk.

That was then.

Each day gets a little hotter and the morning chill dissipates a little earlier.  We will avoid the blistering days ahead this trip but when we return in late March, the heat will be on.  Still no signs of our February wind storms so we might be lucky enough to miss them. 

And this is now.

Every day brings in a new crop of interesting rocks and artifacts from the desert.  This area has been inhabited for tens of thousands of years and the debris left by generations is still out there for the taking.  One of the geologists brought in a bluish glassy mass shot full of gas cavities.  Small bits of copper where still stuck in the glass.  This slag could be several thousand years old and mark the site of an old furnace where people smelted malachite to produce copper tools.

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 SOME THOUGHTS ON THE EVOLUTION OF THE TIM MERSOI BASIN

The rocks that keep arriving in camp tell a story of the evolution of this large inland sedimentary basin and are giving us clues to the development of the uranium deposits.  We know from past work that sometime in the middle Paleozoic, sediment began to accumulate in a shallow sea or large lake.  As the basin grew, sometime in the later Paleozoic, the land to the east began to rise even as the basin continued to subside.  If the first sediments to accumulate where marine, by the late Paleozoic or early Mesozoic, the basin was isolated from the sea and became an inland sea or large lake.

As the basin became even more isolated the surface and pore waters began to undergo their unusual chemical evolution.  This is evident from the gross chemical stratigraphy of the basin.   Sometime in the late Paleozoic, carbonate began to cement the sandstones and even more telling,  carbonate and perhaps gypsum nodules grew in the mudstones.  In isolation, this is not so unusual but the next chemical step, a signal event in this evolution, puts these early chemical steps in a different light and may be a valuable clue to the origin of the uranium deposits within the basin.  A rare mineral, analcime (a sodium rich feldspathoid), cements some of the sandstone, formed thin beds, and grew within the mudstones. 

Sedimentary analcime is currently forming in abundance in only a few places around the world in a specific type of physiographic, chemical, and geologic environment.  Our geologic understanding of the process of analcime formation dates from the late sixties and early seventies and is certainly not widely appreciated within the broader geologic community.  Sedimentary analcime forms at low temperature in the presence of very high concentrations of silica and sodium in water with a pH of 9-10 or higher.   Geologic conditions that match these criteria currently exist in some of the rift lakes of East Africa and playa lakes in volcanic terrains.  Climatic conditions and watershed geology are a key part of the analcime story.  Before speculating on the significance to uranium mineralization, a bit of geologic background must be explained.  Bear with me if you are a geologist.

Lake water with highly alkaline chemistry develops from a combination of relatively rare geologic and climatic events.  Climatic conditions can be summarized by the simple statement that evaporation must exceed rainfall.  This simple condition sets the stage for the development of a physiographic feature called a closed basin (a lake with inflow but no outlet).  Water entering a closed basin undergoes evaporative concentration which over time produces a brine.  Seawater, a familiar brine, contains sodium and chlorine.  Lake water in closed basins can evolve into far more complex and unusual brines that are determined by the chemistry of the rocks within the watershed, distance from the sea, and ratio of rainfall to evaporation.

Many such saline lakes exist in closed basins around the world.  For example, The Great Salt Lake in Utah, the Dead Sea in Jordon and Israel, and the Aral Sea in Central Asia are all closed basins.  Each of these three, while highly saline, does not have a particularly high pH.  Saline water contains the dissolved alkalies lithium, sodium, and potassium and the alkali earth elements calcium, magnesium, and barium.  These form positive ions (cations) that must be balanced by an equal charge equivalent of anions since water is electrically neutral (charge balance).  The typical anions in natural waters are chlorine, sulphate and carbonate and indeed these are the dominant anions in most saline lakes as well as seawater.  A garden variety brine would have elemental abundances Na>Ca>>Mg>>>K>>>>Ba>>>>>>Li and Cl>SO4>>>HCO3.  Chloride reaches most bodies of water through wind born chlorine from the ocean or the chemical weathering of chloride rich rocks.  Sulphate is derived from sulphide or sulphate minerals during the weathering of bedrock.

Rarely, a watershed has little sulphate and is far removed from the ocean so wind borne chloride is in short supply.  Since water must be charge balanced and chemical weathering continues in the watershed supplying a steady stream of cations to the water, the only other source of anions is carbon dioxide from the atmosphere itself. 

The bedrock in these somewhat unusual circumstances is frequently dominated by felsic volcanic or plutonic rocks (granite-rhyolite).  The paucity of a source of chloride and sulphate is complimented by a high ratio of alkali to alkali earth cations (K + Na / Ca + Mg) in these same types of rocks.

Closed basins are frequently structurally controlled.  Early stage continental rifting e.g. the Dead Sea and orogenic uplifting produce horst and graben structures e.g. the numerous playa lakes of Nevada.  These settings are predisposed to becoming closed basins under the right climatic conditions.   Broader closed basins can develop under the right climatic conditions in areas of crustal downwarping such as the Lake Eyre basin of south central Australia and Lake Chad of north central Africa.

The setting for the formation of sedimentary analcime is well established in the geologic literature and its presence in a basin can lead us to reach some general conclusions about the chemical evolution of the basin waters and give some clues to the likely tectonic setting.  In short, evaporation must exceed rainfall, a highly alkaline brine must evolve, and the basin must be dominated by felsic volcanic or plutonic rocks.  Moreover, these geologic conditions are often met in tectonically active areas undergoing crustal extension in an arid or semi-arid climate.

To return briefly to the Tim Mersoi basin, the gross chemical evolution can be read from the sedimentary cements and authigenic growth of minerals associated with brine evolution.  Early stage carbonate nodules and cement pass to the more exotic mineral analcime in the Jurassic and return to carbonates during the Cretaceous.

If your eyes are glazed from this discourse on brine evolution and geochemistry, how about a little volcanology to add some drama to this tale?

Imagine you are a lowly creature trying to scratch out a living beside a bad water lake and suddenly your day goes really bad.  About a hundred klicks east, a volcanic eruption sends a Plinian cloud 10,000 meters up into the atmosphere and it begins to rain ash and lapilli.  Some of you may remember the video of a horse in eastern Washington state shaking off a blanket of vitric ash from Mt St Helens when it erupted in the 80s.  Or, photos of the houses and cars covered with meters of vitric ash from Mt Pinatubo when it erupted in the Philippines a decade ago.  Our poor little creature scurries for the nearest bush but he is destined to end up like the citizens of Pompeii.

There is another piece of the puzzle that fits in nicely but does not necessarily prove anything with regard to the uranium mineralization.  By the middle Mesozoic, a critical event took place just east of the Tim Mersoi basin that may have introduced vast amounts of uranium into the local environment.   Volcanic eruptions of a somewhat unusual chemical composition began along a north south line about 100 km east of the basin margin.  Eight or nine volcanic complexes up to 70 km across are still preserved in the Air Massif to our east.  Their chemical composition is highly alkaline to peralkaline (high proportion of potassium and sodium relative to aluminum).  Volcanic rocks of this type from around the Earth are known to carry relatively high proportions of incompatible elements and metals (uranium, thorium, rare earth elements, tin, molybdenum, etc).  Incompatible elements are the dregs of magmatic evolution.  Loners who don’t readily form minerals of their own and misfits that aren’t easily incorporated into more common mineral structures because of their size, charge, or molecular orbital symmetry.

Repeated eruptions of vitric ash raining in the Tim Mersoi basin would have had a significant impact on the evolution of the brine.  At first, the very fine grained vitric ash is inert but with a little time it begins to dissolve.  As it dissolves it starts to release its load of silica, alkalies and even more important its payload of incompatible elements including uranium.  The rising load of cations sucks carbon dioxide out of the air to balance the charge jacking up the alkalinity.  Bear in mind we are not speaking of typical rhyolitic vitric ash but material derived from a highly alkaline and even peralkaline magma.  As more ash dissolves the pH begins to climb rapidly.  Additonal eruptions add vitric ash that starts to dissolve like alka seltzer in the steadily rising pH of the lake.  Zeolites and ultimately analcime begin to grow in the place of the dissolving ash.  The highly alkaline brine can not only dissolve ash and carry over 100 ppm silica, it can carry very high concentrations of uranium in solution as uranyl-carbonate complexes.

So now that we have uranium soup, where does it go?  The abundance of silicified sandstones, wood, bones, carbonate nodules and the like are evidence that silica dissolved in the brine, saturated and replaced every suitable host in its path.  Uranium having an enormous hydrated ionic radius is not so easily precipitated.  A suitable reductant is necessary to pop it back out of solution.  Buried organic debris like wood chips, logs, branches, humate cemented sandstones (Arlit) etc are just what is needed.

Here is where the trail grows cold and murky.  My tidy little geofantasy becomes far more speculative and as such less helpful in the discovery of a uranium deposit than I would like.  Never the less, lets blunder forward and see where it takes us.

Several observations about the structure, lithology, and timing of events are important.  The age of alkaline/peralkaline volcanism is Jurassic according to mapping done in the 60s and 70s.  The age of the sedimentary uranium hosts range from Carboniferous to Cretaceous.  The pre-volcanic uranium deposits discovered to date all lie along a large fault that has presumably been active since early in the basin’s history.  The mineralization occurs as clusters of humate cemented sandstone and sparse organic debris  in paleochannels.  The only(?) syn-volcanic deposit to date is the large blanket of sandstone directly overlying massive analcime beds at Imouraren.  Post-volcanic mineralization is known from limestones in the Cretaceous Irhazer formation and in sandstone at the Teguma-Irahazer contact.

How are these three types of deposits that span over a hundred million years of geologic time related?  At Imouraren, organic debris in stream channels overlying the pregnant brine was perfectly situated to adsorb uranium from the dewatering of the playa muds during compaction driven by sediment loading.  The mineralized Cretaceous sandstones and limestones of the Irhazer might have seen the remnants of this brine and they are not so separated in geologic time from Imouraren.

How to account for the Carboniferous deposits though?  I was an early skeptic of the local wisdom that these deposits are structurally controlled.  Now I am not so sure but still not convinced.  It may not be such a coincidence that Imouraren lies along the same structure as the deposits at Arlit (Arlit fault).  It is worth noting that the volcanic complexes to the east are aligned north-south, sub-parallel to the Arlit fault.  It is not hard to imagine movement along this fault during the volcanic events.  Fluid transport along this potentially transmissive structure could conceivably bring Jurassic age, alkaline, uranium bearing brine into contact with buried organic debris.  Indeed, the Carboniferous has analcime cemented sandstone beds and the zeolites clinoptilolite and huelandite have been identified in the mines thus evidence for alkaline brine is present in them as well.  I also can’t tell how well dated the volcanic complexes really are or how constrained the dates are so it is possible that volcanic events occured during the Carboniferous as well.

How is any of this helpful to the discovery of ore?  In the end what difference does an understanding of the process matter if it can’t provide the basis for concrete exploration strategies?  At the very least, if these observations and ideas have any validity at all, the practical implications for Imouraren and Arlit style mineralization are obvious. 

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Identification of the main axis of post playa sedimentation where it directly overlies the massive altered tuff (analcime tuff) should be a high priority in any exploration program here.  In the field, there are well defined pebble and cobble trains of welded unaltered tuff eroded from the volcanic complexes.  Clear flow banding, fiame, broken crystals of sanidine, in an aphanitic groundmass make identification of the original emplacement of these tuffs from ash flows unmistakable.  Their distribution appears to be confined to linear trends where they comprise up to 90% of all cobbles present.  It is very likely that these are weathering out of former stream channels.  The coarse grain size (cobbles) speaks to significant stream power and the implication is that this represents a major axis of sedimentation.  The timing of the erosion of the welded tuff must be post eruption thus the air fall phase which yielded uranium to solution must lie at a lower stratigraphic horizon.  It is worth mentioning that the derivation of significant uranium to the system from the welded tuff at the site of eruption is highly unlikely.  These cobbles are unaltered, unweathered and highly impermeable.  They no doubt still carry their original charge of uranium.  It would certainly be interesting, though perhaps academic, to perform a chemical assay to assess the potency of the original magmatic source.

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Arlit style mineralization remains more problematic.  If one accepts local wisdom, identification of favorable structures is key to their discovery.  Proximity to the main phase of playa development may or may not be important.  The relative size of these targets is also far less favorable than Imouraren type mineralization.  In the Arlit case, one is exploring for beads on a string where there are many strings without beads.  In the case of an Imouraren style target one must identify a flat lying blanket that covers many square kilometers if not more. 

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THE DOCTOR IS IN

January 29th, 2008

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We might have reached the half way point in our survey.  Continued equipment and supply problems threaten us each day though and production could come to a screeching halt at any time.  We are at the distant end of a supply chain that stretches through some pretty sketchy terrain that is not confined to Niger itself.  Most of our problems in fact seem to be at the head end of our source of spares and equipment.  It just points up the need for good planning on our part and an extra effort to predict what might go wrong so we can have whatever material we need on site when we arrive.  We brought a portable hardware store and it has saved us a couple of times already.  Today is particularly frustrating due to ten dollars worth of parts we don’t have  and can’t get for another week.  Entropy is our greatest enemy.  Twenty pairs of $2 pliers have nearly evaporated, lost at the rate of one each day.  Replacements here if we can get them cost $30 each.

(Note each of the photos below can be seen at a larger size by clicking them)

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Camp food has not improved and the inevitable bouts of  loose bowels come and go with annoying frequency.  I am beginning to wonder if we brought enough Imodium to finish out the month.  The epic battle in our guts between North American bugs and the more aggressive Nigerien bugs is waged every few days.  We are winning these battles so far but at some cost in comfort and toilet paper.  My med kit is hanging in there and I get some comfort knowing we brought all the right stuff.  So far no one has been seriously ill though I treat someone almost daily for one thing or another.

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 The weather has been good to us so far.  The wind storms of
February are still ahead and we hope to be done and out of here before the air fills with dust.  Despite the nearly calm air, dust has covered everything in our tent and even in the office.

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We have put in over a thousand radon detectors with another thousand to go.  As we work farther south, the drive to and  from the site is climbing daily.  Bill Cronk, the project manager and I will do a reconnaissance trip to the south today to see if a remote camp in a distant village will reduce the commute enough to make a move from this relatively luxurious camp worth while.

At this point, all the guys who can drive a manual transmission are driving their own vehicles.  The boys are having some fun driving their trucks through some pretty tough country.  Drew has become an expert at climbing the back side of 30 foot dunes with foot to the floor, slamming on the brakes at the crest which of course he can’t see, and skiing the truck down the slip face.  His Touareg mentor thinks he is about ready for the Paris-Dakar offroad race.  They are digging their stuck vehicles out of the sand several times each day when they are working the dunes.

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Since the tourism industry collapsed we have a steady stream of itinerant souvenir merchants haranguing us daily.  Lots of faux silver bracelets, beaded necklaces, daggers forged from old wrenches, carved stone animals, and old stone tools found out in the dessert.  I have been looking for a well made chert axe head and one guy has brought an amazing collection of Paleolithic and younger artifacts to show me.  I am holding out for the local equivalent of a Clovis point before I buy.

The survey crews bring a diverse collection of stones and artifacts in from the desert each day.  Stone millet grinders, crude stone tools, wind polished rocks, dinosaur teeth, bone fragments, petrified wood, and an old Touareg camel saddle.  I’m hoping for a meteorite before we’re done.

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A ROUTINE IS EMERGING

January 22nd, 2008

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Our survey is now going quite well after a number of the inevitable small problems of trying to work so far from home in a country with few hardware stores.  I have my weather station up and running recording the barometric pressure and outside temperature at 10 minute intervals.  The nightly low has been about 11 or 12 deg (low 50s F) and the daily highs around 30 (86 F).  The range has been narrowing for the last few days and the wind has been on and off creating a steady accumulation of dust on everything.

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Each of the four crews is putting 30 to 60 radon detectors in per day.  Our exposure control suggests a four to five day residence time in the ground is sufficient for optimal film exposure.  The daily atmospheric pumping is robust due to the large change in day to night temperature.  Our only theoretical challenge is to detect radon originating at depths below 150 meters.

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Camp life has entered a new phase since one of the geologists
left.  Our daily salads disappeared and we have seen far too many ’stews’.  Last night we were served CSI stew.  We spent quite some time trying to identify just which organs and other soft parts were actually represented.  There was a lively discussion about whether a sphincter muscle was actually present.  The African crew loved it particularly since the usual mix of bone chips, gristle, and rubbery meat was absent.  Nothing like a good soft piece of lung for easy chewing.  It looks like the problem is being taken care of but I may have to start cooking for my crew yet.  Their mouths are watering for steaks, BBQ chicken, hamburgers etc.  If an army runs on its stomach, the same could be said of a Stratamodel survey crew.  Fortunately, beer is in ample supply.

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Dirt, did I mention dirt.  The crews look like street people when they come in from the field.  Painted with oil from the augers and dusted by the wind, they present quite a spectacle.  The only way to do it is to wear the same clothes day in day out.  They look worse every day for a couple of days then an equilibrium is reached where they can’t get dirtier.  As much dirt falls off as is accumulated each day.  There was a foolish bet among the crew about who would take the first shower.  No one was about to cave in so I had to intervene and cancel it since I have to share a tent with these guys.

There is no evidence of a security problem either in town or out in the field.  Truck traffic through here to Algeria is normal and the Army has a very low profile.  The mines are running their regular shifts and people go about their normal business in town without incident.

We finally got a dial up internet connection and have posted some pictures with many more to follow.  These are in order of the last photo posted so to see them in chronological order, start on the last page and work forward.  Or, they are organized into groups with a theme or location.  You can also click the map tab and see where the photo was shot on a map.

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TOUAREG FUNERAL

January 21st, 2008

We’ve spent the last week settling into our new home in Arlit.  The fine January weather is giving way to the Harmatan winds of February so the air is getting dusty.  The wind shakes our heavy canvas military style tent and more dust rains down on us at night. Arlit is divided into two distinct districts.  The part of town that Somair and Areva, the uranium companies look after is orderly, the streets are free of trash, and the houses well built by Niger standards.  The school and hospital look well cared for as well.  The neighborhoods outside of this are scruffy with the usual wind blown plastic bags, open sewers, and discarded hulks of old vehicles surrounding run down mud houses.  Traffic is generally light since there is really no where to go in this small place.

 Our compound is surrounded by an eight foot mud brick wall that encloses about a half acre quadrangle.  There is a large tent in the center that serves as our dining hall and smaller tents where the twenty of us sleep five to a tent.  The office is an older concrete block structure with power and running water, a bathroom, and kitchen.  Meals are served twice each day and consist of various stews with cous cous, rice, or potatoes.  The salads are huge with a large variety of locally grown fresh vegetables.  The field crews get sandwiches, fruit juice, and fruit for their lunch when they go out in the morning.

We are still not working at full capacity yet.  Several delays with vehicles, equipment, and labor have slowed us.  Never the less, we have about 10% of our radon detectors in the ground and will start pulling them out tomorrow or the next day. Field conditions are variable with easy drilling and driving in the north.  As we work south, the ground becomes more rocky making it far harder to drill and slows our vehicles as they pick their way through the rocks from point to point. There is a long narrow dune field that crosses the property which is hard to cross.   We had to leave one vehicle in the desert last night where it got stuck after a tire went flat.

There are far fewer people out in this part of the Sahara than the area we worked 100 km west last May.  The range is very poor and the only animals that can subsist on the poor grazing are camels and even those look undernourished.  Water is also quite scarce.

We had a funeral the other day.  Several weeks ago, one of the crews found a body about 40 km from town.  It appeared to be several years old.  They went back out with shovels to bury it and on the way back found another.  This one had not been out there as long.  When we got our property tour on the first day, we brought the shovels and buried this second body.  The man looked to be middle aged and had clearly run out of water. He was poorly dressed and lacked shoes.  He did have a large can with a wire handle for cooking the dried beans and corn he carried in a sack.  He also had a rope to lower the can down into wells to get water.  His water jug was dry and had a few coins in it.  The body was pretty dry and he was well on his way to mummification.  We buried him in a shallow grave and covered it with slabs of sandstone from a nearby outcrop.

LEAVING THE BUBBLE

January 15th, 2008

After nearly a week, we are headed 1000 kilometers north into the Sahara. Our destination is Agadez, a large trading center with roots in the ancient caravan trade. It still serves as the commercial center of the north, a nexus of legal and illegal trade with the neighboring countries of Libya and Algeria.

Our stay in Niamey has been pleasant. The winter weather is similar to autumn in southern California, dry warm days with only a small temperature drop at night. This a big change from the sweltering heat of early summer when we were last here in May. The Niamey skyline is marked by grandiose and nearly dysfunctional institutional architecture of the early post colonial period. Perhaps the French Modern Architects who designed the Ministry of Mines, Palais du Congress, and other monstrosities were taking subtle revenge on the newly independent Nigeriens with concrete construction that is unbearably hot in summer and damp and cold in winter.

The city is laid out in a rough radial grid of arterials separating tracts of orthogonal residential avenues and a haphazard splay of alleys and dirt tracks. All the arterials lead more or less to the heart of the city near the river banks. The John F Kennedy Bridge is the only bridge for hundreds of kilometers up or downstream. Built just after independence, this critical piece of infrastructure links the south and north of the country and is a vital truck route to the countries of the south. The name evokes a time when Americans where held in somewhat higher regard than at present. Those of the crew who are new to Africa got an eyeful of the bustling mix of motor, pedestrian, and animal traffic which appears chaotic at first. After wondering at the absence of motor mayhem in the crowded streets they began to see how American driving etiquette is not the only way to organize traffic.

After one or two trips out of the hotel, one of the crew was quick to recognize the tranquility and luxury of our hotel and its gardens as a bubble. Isolated from the real Africa just outside the gates, western and now Chinese businessmen mix with their wealthy African clients on a large veranda drinking Bierre Niger, eating grilled beef kabobs and listening to live jazz.

Our last activity in Niamey was a little river trip in a crude plank ‘canoe’ paddled by a couple of enterprising young Fulaniguys. For a hundred bucks we got a tour of the river banks with their busy washers and bathers. These two guys paddled for three hours against the current to get us up to an island about four miles up stream. Our goal was a small group of hippos who have staked out a section of river at high stage. They will move farther downstream as the river begins to fall later in the year. When we spotted the group of one polygamous male with his three wives as they crossed a shallow channel. We approached quietly under the glare of the male. Our guide visits this group frequently and seemed to have a good appreciation of their mood. All of us felt vulnerable in our leaky plank sided canoe. The whole excursion was the equivalent of a Cape Cod whale watch without the security of a steel hulled ship. As dusk approached our guides paddled us back to town hugging the far more rural southern bank.

We’re out of town at 5AM driving for several hours in the dark on a lonely two lane highway. Stopping at the occasional police checkpoint is the only thing to break the monotonous whine of our tires. As it begins to grow light the seemingly endless paved corridor through low bush stretches kilometer after kilometer. People wait along side the road with large bags of charcoal to ship to Niamey for use as cooking fuel. Very small donkeys pull improbably large rubber tired trailers stacked high with firewood. Boys with sticks prod their small herds of goats off the road into the bush so they don’t stray in front of our Toyota pickup blasting along at 125 km/hr. The road will only get worse as we travel north.

We must be at Abalak by 2:45pm to join a military convoy north to Agadez. The Touareg insurgency and bandits have been causing a little trouble on the road and the government requires all travelers to travel in convoy with a military escort. We have heard about two encounters in the last few months where the insurgents have waylaid a convoy and stolen the military vehicles arms and ammunition while the escorted travelers looked on.

All is well, we made it to Agadez without incident dodging a thousand potholes spread over 250 km of nominally paved road. The scenery changes slowly from scrub to open grassland as we enter the Sahara proper. Herds of cattle, camels, goats, and sheep can be seen grazing to the horizon. The late summer grass still has a hint of green and much still remains to be consumed before the heat and wind break and scatter the remaining stalks.

Our convoy consists of a motley assemblage of worn out vans and trucks with a few Mercedes sedans, Toyota Land Cruisers, busses, and large trucks mixed in. Our military escorts are several standard African combat vehicles (Toyota pickup with a 50 cal mounted in the bed). With a company of soldiers wearing camofatigues and turbaned headdress. We are told that the provincial governor receives more money from the federal government to mount this convoy system thus he is probably profiting in some way from it.

On arrival in Agadez we moved into a nearly deserted tourist hotel. Normally this place would be booked months in advance but the insurgency has destroyed the tourist industry. In any case, our hotel is a beautifully crafted mud structure with a wealth of local art and artifacts on the walls, good beds, a bar (most welcome after a 900 km trip) and fine dining. Tomorrow it is more of the same as we muster with another caravan right out of The Road Warrior and proceed north with a military escort.

Morning came way too early for us since we are adjusting to the 6-9 hour time differences. The convoy is as promised, a vast array of dilapidated vehicles full of African travelers, industrial machinery for the mines, work crews heading up to Arlit for a shift at the mines or the coal fired power plant that provides electricity to run the whole works. Something ironic about using coal to produce power for a uranium mine.

The African bush buggies (overloaded vans) are crammed with people and their belongings. Goats, sleeping mats, boxes, canvas bags, and all sorts of other stuff are tied to the roof 2 meters high. Toyota pickups with beds full to overflowing with emigrants heading north to sneak into Europe sway crazily under the load.

We have additional armaments including a pickup with a brand new twin 25 mm cannon and another with battery of 12 anti-tank rockets as well as guys with grenade launchers, carbines, and automatic weapons. The twin 25 has plastic bags tapped over the muzzles to keep the dust out but everything else looks pretty well weathered. The Army is clearly not going to get caught under strength again judging by the firepower they are equipped with.

As we head north, the road is pitted with potholes that slow traffic to a crawl from time to time. The 250 km journey will take all day because we can only go at the pace of the slowest vehicle. Never the less, breakdowns are abandoned on the road though no one seems particularly concerned.

At each correy (large dry riverbed) the Army stops the convoy and reconnoiters. The tree filled stream courses are the most likely place for bandits to lurk. As it turns out, the most serious threat is due to drug traffickers stealing vehicles. Our Toyotas are particularly prized since they are capable of high speed travel with very large loads. As we understand it, the new world cocaine route has a leg which starts on the coast of Mauritania and crosses the southern Sahara to Egypt where the loads are shipped into Europe and the States. It is rumored that a trafficker can make $50,000 on a load or if they steal a Toyota, they can keep it after two trips.

Enough for now, it is only 20km to Arlit and the pavement has given way to gravel.

STRATAMODEL IN NIGER

January 11th, 2008

Welcome to the Stratamodel Blog. We are spending the next six or seven weeks in Niger, West Africa. Stratamodel is here to conduct a regional radon soil gas survey for Homeland Energy Inc, a Toronto based uranium exploration company with a large exploration concession in the north of Niger. We will try to post to this blog several times each week to keep you informed of our progress and send messages back home of our impressions and adventures. You can also post to this blog adding on our running commentary.

Niger is a former French possession which became independent along with the rest of African nations as the colonial system collapsed in the 1960s. The geography of Niger can be simply divided into the vast stretch of the Sahara Desert in the northern two thirds of the country and the Sahel in the remaining southern part of the country. The Sahel consists of tropical savannah which is dominated by the broad river valley of the Niger River and its slow surrounding uplands. The Sahara is primarily flat open country with seasonal grasslands, stony desert (deflation surfaces) and areas of dunes. A large mountain range (Air Mountains) occupies the northeastern corner of Niger.

The citizens of Niger are composed of many ethnic groups but the three primary groups are the Touareg (nomadic Berber herders) who inhabit the Sahara, Tjerma (agriculturalists) who live in the southwest, and the the majority Housa speaking groups who live in the eastern Niger Valley and the south central and south eastern part of the country.

We arrived in Niamey, the capital located on the River Niger in the south in the early morning hours of January 10 after a midnight flight over the Sahara from Casablanca. We will do a quick equipment check and proceed north to our first work site just west of Arlit, the main uranium mining center within the next day or two. Our base there will be a wilderness camp in the Sahara located in the middle of one of Homeland’s exploration concessions. The drillers just completed a well on site and we are told there is abundant water. A sample is still out at the lab being tested but it is very likely to be fine water.

Our daily routine will be to wake before dawn, assemble for a daily meeting to establish work assignments, pop a malarone (malaria prophylaxis), grab some breakfast, and head off into the desert in four teams. Each team will deploy radon detectors at 1km intervals and take soil samples for chemical analysis (MMI) then return to camp by 5pm. Our camp is catered so we have pretty high expectations of the food and accommodations. Follow this blog to find out how it really is. Over the course of the next few weeks each of us will try to post our impressions of the country, work, food, etc so stay tuned.