Too Bad I'm Happy Right Now

Because, as it turns out, a good fit of depression might be exactly what I need in order to get back to productive writing.  At last: scientific proof that very fucked-up people really are more creative people.

I can feel better about my neuroses now.  Woot!

But whilst I’m still happy, I’m going to finish that last book on glaciers I’ve got, read the long-awaited second half of Connie Willis’s two-part book, peruse great geology blogs, tour a hospital, watch a fuck of a lot of Castle (we’ve got season two, y’know!), write up some geology, play with the kitteh, and enjoy my wonderful new car.  Come the first of November, if the gray, rainy days haven’t done the job, I’ll hold some onions up to my eyes and fake it ’till I make it.

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Do Ya Think I'm Bluffing, Punk? Well, Do Ya?

Yup.  We finally made it to the actual geology of Discovery Park.  Be amazed.  Be very amazed.

I don’t remember seeing South Bluff the first time I esplored, way back in 2000.  I’d abandoned my best friend to the vicissitudes of the big city, because he’d decided after our stint at Ravenna Park that he’d had enough of nature, thankseversomuch, and desired the wilds of a two-story Barnes and Noble.  I handed him the keys to the rental car, hopped a bus, and headed off to do me research.  I’d set an important scene at Discovery Park, y’see, and spent my time there busily trying to find locations that matched what I needed.  I did make it down to the beach, but all I remember from that excursion was the lighthouse, the washed-up jellyfish, and the baby seal – my first! – that posed so prettily for me.  I didn’t make it much further than the point – had to get back up the hill and catch the bus back to the hotel.

So the first time I saw this:



– was May 2007, after I’d moved up here for good and all. 

Geologists in the audience may begin salivating… now. 

I spent quite a bit of time with that bluff that sunny afternoon, long enough for the sunlight reflecting from both water and cliff to burn me a nice bright red.  I remember patting it, delighted with its patterns, the stolid solidness of it.  I’d seen the signs up top saying it was unstable, but it was hard to believe them at the time.  Sure, people could (and unfortunately did) carve all sorts of nonsense into it, but then, they did the same thing to the lithified dunes around Page, so it didn’t occur to me I wasn’t looking at rock so much as a coulda-been-rock-someday.  I’m not used to what amounts to mud forming a vertical cliff, y’see.  First bluff I’d ever seen in my life. 

Click to embiggen that photo.  Take a closer look at it.  Note the trees around its shoulders.  See how they lean every-which-way?  See how young they are?  This is our first hint that the “unstable bluff” signs weren’t lying.  Those trees occasionally get to take the ride of their young lives as the slopes below them go merrily slip-sliding into the sea.  Then they add to the driftwood population in Puget Sound.

Hard to believe you’re looking at a glacial landform, innit?  Allow me to show you it:



Okay, part of it.  And this isn’t really the glacial bit.  I can ‘splain.  Or at least sum up.

So this one time, before the Cordilleran Ice Sheet, there was this floodplain.  Puget Sound wasn’t so much as a gleam in a glacier’s ice back then, although the ice was gathering itself up in British Columbia and getting ready to make a run for the border.  What I’m playing Vanna with up above was laid down in warm climes between 22,400 and 18,400 years ago during a time known as the Olympia non-glacial stage.  When Canada next goes under the ice sheet, it appears we’ll have a while longer to enjoy our pleasant marine climate before we, also, are covered under several thousand feet of ice.  Woot!  Suck it, Canada!

It’s really lovely stuff.  Look at the pretty patterns:



And a closer look:



You can see the plant debis weathering out of the middle layer.  If you listen closely, above the crash of the surf, you will hear it cry, “I coulda been a fossil contenda!”

This stuff is hard.  When you pat it (yes, I pat rocks, you gotta problem with that?), it gives you a nice solid sandstony feel.  It’s not rock yet, but it’s certainly headed that way – some bits more than others:



This gives you a good view of what you’re dealing with – some bits are more sandy, some more silty, even though it’s weathered to a nearly uniform color.  Some bits are harder than others, and resisting erosion a little more successfully.  But I’ve got bad news for it.  The waves that lap up against the bluff at high tide are cutting the ground right out from under it:



That mushroom-cap appearance does not bode well for the bits of bluff above.  Here’s a closeup of what those nefarious waves are up to:



Oh, yes, indeed: a nice, smooth curve carved into the wanna-be rocks, which is just an invitation to gravity.  The bluffs are eroding away at the rate of around 80 feet per century.  Eventually, the Visitors Center’s gonna have a nice Sound-front view.  Elsewhere, some homeowners have already seen their property values decline right into the sea.  You want long-term stability, don’t build on a bluff.

And if you think that’s some impressive wave-action, check out the cave carved round the other side:

So, dear Olympia non-glacial stage sediments, this is your fate:



One day, the waves are going to cut your feet from under you, and gravity shall make sure you have a nice day on the beach, where you shall be resurrected as sand, perhaps one day to rise as a bluff once more. 

By now, my darlings, you might have noticed the lovely wavy patterns in all these photos.  Movement on the Seattle Fault may have something to do with it; so could ancient landsliding and that bloody great 3,000-foot thick glacier sliding over it.  Things that start out all straight and neat in nature routinely end up crinkled, just like my laundry.

Speaking of faults, I think I found a small one, and it’s not merely my personal fault of not using a damned iron.  The experts can tell us if I’m right:



Could just be funky erosion, I suppose – there’s not much offset that I can see – but it could also be a baby fault saying, “Oh, hey, I’m not-quite-lithified sediment, and there’s a shit-ton of weight on me!  Ow!”

And what, you may ask, is weighing so heavily upon our lovely Olympia non-glacial stage sediments, other than more Olympia non-glacial stage sediments?  Why, that would be the Lawton Clay!  Here’s a shot stitched together by my intrepid companion, a slightly larger version of the sea-cave shot above, showing the Lawton Clay bearing down upon our poor, innocent Olympia non-glacial etc:



The Lawton Clay is that forboding dark-gray stuff, although bits of it seem to have weathered white up there.  The Lawton’s got calcerous concretions and vivianite in it, some of which might provide those chalky-looking patches (although from what I understand, vivianite’s only chalky white when it’s fresh).  What you’re looking at up there is the footsteps of doom.  You see, this stuff probably got laid down in a maclargehuge lake.  And the reason for a lake being there is, the Puget Lobe of the advancing Cordilleran Ice Sheet had blocked the northward-flowing rivers that drained out the Strait of Juan de Fuca at the time.  It came closer, and closer, and…. left us with a slippery slope, that’s what.  Because, you see, the Lawton Clay likes to fall down and go boom.  See, I can prove it to you:



We found chunks of it all over the place.  And ’tis indeed clay – you could practically make pots with it.  Should you find yourself on the beach there, go ahead and pick some up.  You can chunk off bits quite easily and moosh them in your fingers.  Look, some of it’s even pre-chunked for you:



You might notice this clay’s rather prone to fragmentation.  And anyone who’s dealt with clay knows how slippery it gets when wet.  Now consider that a good part of the bluff’s trying to balance on it, and, well, you know – stuff happens:



Big part of the cliff fell down and went boom.  For some inexplicable reason, probably having to do with playing with clay, then photographing clay, then realizing “Oh, fuck, the tide’s gonna eat me if I don’t move!” I didn’t get a full-length view of the slide, but the above is the nice scarp, and down below here you can also see a nice clean shoulder of (probably bloody annoyed) Olympia etc., and then the very top of the talus slope formed by the slide:



Here’s a nice close-up of the light-colored bits freshly broken:

Respectable little landslide, that.  Wasn’t there last time I visited, and might not be there when I go back.  That’s the nature of the bluff.  It’s like a Thanksgiving turkey that nature keeps carving more bits off of.

When you get to the very tip-top of the bluff, you’ll see that the glacial story didn’t end at a bloody great lake depositing clay all over the place.  No, indeed.  You’ll find the Esperance Sand, a nice thick bit of glacial outwash deposited by meltwater streams flowing merrily south as the Puget Lobe advanced on Seattle with the coldest of intent.  There aren’t hugely good exposures from this angle at South Bluff – at least, not with the incoming tide driving you right against the cliff – but I do believe this is a nice bit of it:



Isn’t that bedding pattern lovely?

The Esperance Sand is, indeed, lots of sand and silt.  It got draped all over the landscape right around 18,000 and 15,500 years ago, before the glacier caught up to it and buried everything under a nice coating of thick, heavy Vashon Till.  A lot of that till has eroded away near the Sound here in Discovery Park, but there are still places where you can see it.  You’ll know it when you encounter it: it’s hard, weighty, dark-gray stuff filled with rocks.  In places, it’ll be overlain by yet more fluvial deposits left by yet more meltwater streams as the 3,000 foot ice sheet saw Olympia, said “I came, I saw, I’ve bloody well conquered enough of America, thankyooverymuch,” and headed back for Canada.

One thing I’m pretty sure most people don’t realize as they explore the nice, sandy, somewhat duney meadows atop South Bluff is that all this nice sand has nothing to do with the sea.  The sea wasn’t even there for a very long time, and when it was, didn’t hit the top of the bluffs.  No, that’s all stream work.

Amazing, innit?  So take a good, long look at ye olde bluff, because while it has a long and busy past, it’s got a short present and a non-existent future:



Tip o’ the shot glass to the Hiking Guide to Washington Geology and Landslides and Engineering Geology of the Seattle, Washington Area, without whom this post would’ve been impossible. 

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Best Friday Dose of Woo Ever – or Should That Be Worst?

Orac occasionally reposts some of his classic Insolence, which is a good thing – especially when he reposts something so mind-meltingly five-alarm Woo that I wonder where it’s been all my life.  This bit of classic Insolence alternatively made me laugh, cry and howl.  I ended up starting silently at my computer screen in numb disbelief.

A taste:

Regular readers of this blog are probably aware of my general opinion about Reiki and other “energy healing” modalities. In short, they’re woo, pure and simple. Consequently, one might reasonably ask why I’ve never featured the woo that is Reiki in Your Friday Dose of Woo. There’s a simple reason for that.
Basic Reiki is boring.
Really, I mean it. In and of itself, it just doesn’t reach the level of sheer ecstatic nuttiness that I like to feature every week. Oh, sure, there’s lots of handwaving about “channeling the universal energy” through the healer to augment the life force of the person being healed. Certainly there’s lots of serious woo about being able to heal people at a distance or through laying on of hands. (And you thought Jesus was main guy known for this.) But, in its basic form, Reiki lacks something to put it truly over the top. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I found out.
It’s missing laser beams. No, really. We’re talking about Laser Reiki, which provides this promise:

If you loved the movie The Matrix, then you will love healing your life and changing your reality with Laser Reiki.

Now we’re talking! Personally, I did like The Matrix. I even liked The Matrix Reloaded. The Matrix Revolutions kind of sucked, though. Is Laser Reiki like The Matrix, or is it like The Matrix Revolutions? You be the judge!

It gets better (worse?) from there.  The shit some people come up with to ‘splain why their chosen Woo is ever-so-scientific is truly remarkable.

Quantum physicists in the audience, be warned: your heads might explode.  This cantina is not responsible for traumatic brain injury, damage to furniture, walls, or electronics, or cleaning costs for removing bits of brain matter and skull shards from any nearby surfaces, up to and including carpet, chair, pets and loved ones.

Best Friday Dose of Woo Ever – or Should That Be Worst?

Some Things of Especial Note

Whilst you’re waiting for me to get my arse in gear on the whole Discovery Park geo thing, here’s some lively links to keep you busy.

Callan Bentley’s moving!  He’ll be joining the new American Geophysical Union’s new blog consortium by the end of the month, so watch his space for directions to the new digs.  Congratulations, Callan!

(Ye gods – will we all be assimilated into networks?!)

Our own George W. has a fascinating post up on the powers of 10.  My mind, it is blown!

Marcelo Gleiser explains why science matters.  If you missed it the first few times it made the rounds, don’t dare miss it now.

Carl Zimmer explores where e-Book publishing might take us.  Those who believe writing and reading are dead, take heart!

And (dum-DUM-dum!) Readers Beware!  Which says everything that needs to be said to arrogant asscrunches who think bloggers are unwashed, untrustworthy little pissants sullying the fine reputation of journalism.

Some Things of Especial Note

As For Being Shrill, Strident, Etc.

Once again, the “tone” argument’s making the rounds (does it ever cease?  It circles like a dog attempting to capture its own fugitive tail).  Ophelia Benson’s already pointed out a few of the more annoying examples.  And she led me to this delightful bit by Jason Rosenhouse, which comes just in time, because a dear (and horribly neglected) friend of mine posted rather more sensibly on the issue (hi, Paul!).  I’d meant to come up with something thoughtful and considered that would explain my position, but find I don’t have to.  All one has to do is read Jason’s post and imagine me standing there jumping up and down going, “Me, too!”

I’d quote from it, but I can’t find a single bit I want to excerpt because I want to excerpt it all.  But if you’ve ever wondered what we shrill, strident, unabashed defenders of evolution, atheism, and all things rational are thinking, this is pretty much it in a nutshell.

And remember, my dearest Paul, that we’re not trying to convert the unconvertable.  Nothing we do will reach the men and women who spend their days swearing Jesus rode a dinosaur.  Politeness won’t do it, any more than a good sharp smack will.  Think of the old psychologists-changing-a-lightbulb joke: the only way anything works is if they want to change.

No, we’re rallying the troops and aiming at the fence-sitters.  And as one of those who got knocked off the fence and had some good sense jolted in to me by those horrible shrill Gnu Atheists, as a person who disavowed woo for science because PZ, Orac et al didn’t have any trouble calling a spade a silly little shite, I can testify that being contentious sometimes does more than raise morale for the choir.  Sometimes, it awakens passion, wonder, and courage in people who might’ve sat it out.

It takes all kinds.  Changing the world isn’t a simple task!

(For those who haven’t had the pleasure, I can wholeheartedly recommend Paul’s lovely Cafe Philos blog.  After a long day in the trenches, it’s nice to sit with a cup of coffee and just enjoy some thought-provoking serenity.)

As For Being Shrill, Strident, Etc.

New Geology Coming Soon

Just got done putting over 200 miles on the car and a few miles on the legs.  After I’ve had a good sleep, I shall tell thee all about it.  In the meantime, here’s a photo from today’s outing:



And, while we’re at it, and because the cat doesn’t believe it’s bedtime yet, here’s a sneak peek at what I’ve got planned for ye:



There.  Now aren’t you glad I abandoned you with a very silly pre-loaded post instead of staying home today?  ;-)

New Geology Coming Soon

Cleaning and Creativity

Cleaning day is a very dangerous day.

After taking Silmë for a walk (okay, drive), during which I picked up business cards from my favorite dealer and got reassured I’d made an excellent car-buying choice, I decided it’s time to excavate the house.  And yes, I do mean excavate.  Part of this enterprise involved vacuuming.  My vacuum cleaner didn’t survive the experience.  I’ve known for a while the ol’ motor wasn’t what it used to be, and today, it told me to fuck off while it died.  Well, at least it did that after I’d finished the carpets.  It’s been a good and loyal vacuum for a good many years, and it was just its time.

Then I had to iron my curtains, because when I washed them, they got all wonky.  One looked much longer than the other.  This wasn’t right.

So I’ve been off the intertoobz for a good proportion of the day, and right now all I want to do is put my bed back together and stay in it for a few days.  But there’s an interesting post I felt it necessary to highlight: “How to Trick Yourself Creative.”  It seems people actually study this stuff, and here are some conclusions:

However, in terms of the science, here’s what I can offer:
  • Longer periods of preparation beget longer periods of incubation;
  • When solving linguistic problems (making sense of a given set of information) engaging in tasks with a low cognitive demand is most effective in generating insight during incubation;
    High congitive demand tasks during incubation are not facilitative;
  • When solving creative problems, it seems engaging in a wide information search (during incubation) is most effective; and
  • When a problem has a limited set of solutions, information search may not be facilitative; Incubation most benefits ‘divergent thinking’*, followed by linguistic tasks, followed by visual tasks (like mental rotations)

So I do not want to hear a single fucking snarky comment the next time I am blocked and doing things like building Japanese villages out of toothpicks instead of writing.  That falls under the “tasks with a low cognitive demand” category, m’kay?  And if anybody gives me shit over those endless rambles through Google and reference books, I shall hit them over the head with a rolled-up copy of the above post.  Fair warning.

I’m turning the floor over to you, my darlings.  What do you do when your creativity needs a good boost?

Cleaning and Creativity

Real Home Remedies

Amazingly enough, there are a few that work, and a whole book dedicated to them that doesn’t promise miracles, doesn’t proffer total bullshit, and doesn’t keep you from seeing the doctor until it’s too fucking late:

I received a prepublication proof of The Mayo Clinic Book of Home Remedies: What to Do for the Most Common Health Problems. It is due to be released on October 26 and can be pre-ordered from Amazon.com. Since “quackademic” medicine is infiltrating our best institutions and organizations, I wasn’t sure I could trust even the prestigious Mayo Clinic. I was expecting some questionable recommendations for complementary & alternative medicine (CAM) treatments, but I found nothing in the book that I could seriously object to.
[snip]
Nowhere does it mention acupuncture, chiropractic, energy medicine, or homeopathy. It gives good, clear guidance about when a health problem should not be treated with home remedies. Its recommendations about diet and exercise are solid. It doesn’t recommend anything that can’t be supported by published studies and common sense. When it recommends herbal remedies and diet supplements, it is cautious about what it claims. 

ZOMG.  I didn’t think that was possible.  Might have to actually buy this one, because having a handy tome on reliable home remedies that will tell me when it’s time to put down the home remedy and pick up the phone would be ideal.  Also nice to have such things vetted so I’m not wasting money on total bullshit, or hours online trying to sort the useful bits from the bullshit.

Figured I’d pass the knowledge along in case you lot were yearning for such an item.

Real Home Remedies

Test Driving with Geology

I once again hauled myself out of bed at the buttcrack o’ dawn and headed down to a dealership for some desultory tire-kicking.  I shall not yet be naming names, but let’s just say that prior to this there was a spirited exchange between me and the salesman, in which I discovered he’d started reading ye olde blog.  I’ve never yet test-driven a car with a reader.

I’ll be utterly honest: I liked him, and not just because he said flattering things about this humble cyber-cantina.  He spent time getting a good feel for what I wanted, and aimed me in appropriate directions. This is precisely what dealers should do, and it’s appreciated.  Either Seattle’s different or things have changed since I last trailed my father around to different dealerships, doing awful things like test-driving cars in snowstorms because my dad knew he’d get a better bargain on yucky days, because I haven’t yet run into dealers oozing oil.  My dear dealer-reader stands out even among the comfortable salesmen I’ve spent the last few days with.  Even if I don’t end up buying a car from him, I’ll have no problem steering business his way.

His identity shall be revealed at the end of my searches, as long as he consents.  Otherwise, you can contact me for the info, should you be in the Seattle area and wanting to see a man about a car.

Tomorrow, it’s off to my stalkers at Nissan for a discussion about the price of new cars and how my bank account can’t deal with same.  Look, I have books to buy and field trips to finance – not going to spend all of my monthly cash on a car, m’kay?  Today’s dealer seems to understand that.  Will they?

So yes, car shopping continues fine, and I’m now spoiled for choice.  My intrepid companion’s agreed to allow me to drag him along tomorrow to help me narrow down the final contenders – since he’s always with me on these trips, he should have some input regarding the car I stuff him in to.

I see you squirming.  You’re tired of this car-shopping talk and want your geology, don’t you?  Well, you shall have it.

You see, my dealer has been perusing some posts here, and we discussed a bit o’ this and that whilst tooling around in various autos.  At one point, he asked me if there were volcanoes near Seattle.  Meaning, other than Mounts Rainier and Baker (if you ever get to meet him in person, ask about Baker – you’ll marvel).

That would be a huge yes.  There’s Glacier Peak, in fact, which was recently highlighted by my favorite Northwest geoblogger, Dan McShane.  Mount Rainier’s closer, but not by much, and if you’re living in the North Sound sneering at all those idiots in the South Sound who might get buried in the next big eruption, well, between Baker and Glacier Peak, you’re probably covered.  In lahars, that is.

Courtesy of USGS

Courtesy of USGS

The biggest danger from Mount Rainier is to the South Sound area, and we’re not so much worried about it going boom as going splat:

Courtesy of USGS

Rainier’s not very noisy as far as stratovolcanoes go, not likely to put on a big pyrotechnic show, but it’s rotting from the inside.  It’s one tiny eruption, one heavy warm rainfall, or one earthquake away from releasing a mudflow that will seriously inconvenience a good number of Puget Lowland residents.  It’s not considered the most dangerous volcano in America for nothing.

So, neither of the easily-visible volcanoes are likely to present Seattle with an impressive show (unless you count being buried under volcanic mudflows as a great afternoon’s entertainment).  But Glacier Peak’s been known to go boom in a big way (pdf).

Courtesy of USGS


It’s not the most active of our area’s volcanoes, but if it wakes up, it could very well get our attention.  And while the winds usually blow east, they don’t always.  Seattle could end up buried under ash, and from a mountain people don’t always realize is there, or recognize as a volcano.  Glacier Peak hides among the peaks of the Cascades rather than dominating the skyline on its own.  It’s easy to overlook, but it sure won’t be when it blows.

So, why do we have mountains created by uplift and folding, and mountains created by booms big and small, all looming on Seattle’s skyline?  Let’s have a look at a couple of illustrations.

First, the Cascade volcanoes:

Courtesy of USGS



Now the Cascade Range as a whole:

Courtesy of Wikipedia


You may notice a distinct linear motif.  There are many hefty geologic tomes, research papers, and seminars that explain just why this is, but we can sum up thusly:

Courtesy of PNSN


Classic subduction zone, my darlings.  As the North American plate heads west, the Juan de Fuca plate goes down under.  So you get mountain-building because things get smooshed- just run a couple of throw rugs in to each other, and you’ll see the wrinkles develop.  Now imagine you had a heat source under the floor, and one rug dipping into it as it slides beneath the top rug.  Bits melt.  Warm things being warm, the melty bits rise, and find weak spots to escape from, and you have volcanoes amidst your wrinkly bits.  Crash!  Bang!  Ba-boom!

That’s the quick-and-dirty explanation of what’s going on round the Seattle area.  It’s what gives us spectacular scenery that could very well kill us one day.  And to think I haven’t even mentioned the faults, the subduction zone quakes, and the tsunamis!  Or the three thousand feet of ice we’ll be enjoying if the Ice Age decides to mount a comeback.

Just look at it this way: we’ve got a front-row seat to some of the most spectacular shows geology can put on.  As I told my dear dealer, our geology’s young, but it’s had a busy youth.  And it ain’t half done yet.

Test Driving with Geology

Geology in Bed, at Work, and at a Friend's Place

Ye gods, what a day.  It began at around 3:30am, when Aunty Flow kicked me out of bed for a discussion on pain tolerance.  My side of the discussion is unprintable, even on this potty-mouthed blog.  I spoke to my old friend Ibuprofen, who then negotiated with my darling aunt, and a few hours later we headed back to bed, still achy but no longer turning the air blue, and attempted a bit more sleep.

Have you ever had one of those dreams where you’re certain you’re awake until you realize this whacked-out shit doesn’t happen IRL?  Well, I did.  I had some test drives planned, and since I no longer had the rental, the dealership brought the cars to me.  First clue this wasn’t the Really Real World.  But whilst my rational brain shouted, “Hey, waidaminnit!” and tried to kick me out of bed, my dreaming brain adventured merrily on.  How we ended up scrambling up and over some very rocky cliffs when seconds before we’d been test driving, I don’t know.  But no shit, there I was, jamming my poor abused sneakers into handy cracks and crevices on a very rough service (vesticular basalt, I believe, possibly some aa,) and watching the holes wear through.  “It’s a small price to pay for science,” I told myself as the destruction mounted toward catastrophic.  “But I hate shoe shopping.”

Needless to say, I woke up exhausted from all the virtual field work.

This evening, I awed my friend Sean by sending him a link to this post at Magma Cum Laude.  It’s a pretty stark example of how much destruction pyroclastic flows cause.  Or is that construction?  Lots o’ new land, there, which will be prime real estate some fine day.  Right now, it’s just a fine demonstration of how harsh Mother Earth can be (damn, I wish I could remember Sean’s remark about that.  It was classic).

My pseudonymous friend Rachel dropped by my desk just after I’d run across this bit of yum:



Geologists in the audience will know just what’s going on.  For those not versed, go to the link for the answer. 

In the meantime, the rest of us should head over to my intrepid companion’s place, where he has delicious photos up of basalt dikes near Devil’s Churn, and Devil’s Churn itself.  It appears I’ve now dragged him along on enough geological escapades that he’s starting to develop an interest.  Huzzah!

Right, then, are my geo-curious folks back from The Panda’s Thumb?  Little shocked that you’re not looking at a tree growing through stacks of boards, or a stone wall, aren’t ye?  So was Rachel.  So was I, for that matter, because at a casual glance, that’s precisely what it looked like.  I’d need to get my hands (and possibly my tongue and perhaps a little vinegar) on those rocks to know for sure what they are, but they’re very likely sedimentary, possibly metamorphosed, and were a lot less chaotic before that tree had its way with them.  I found myself explaining to her in very general terms how some rocks can fracture in such an even manner, comparing them to the Moenkopi Formation at home, which had a habit of breaking off in nice, handy bits just perfect for a little pueblo-building.  My hands did the demo, showing how rocks minding their own business could be severely disturbed by rude roots. I pointed out the rough bits that look like a contact with a different rock layer, which tells us even if we didn’t already know that this isn’t an archaeological treasure, but built by nature.  And she listened, and made the awed noises, and looked at that photo with new eyes.

This, my darlings, is why I want to learn geology.  I like making magic.  And revealing what the rocks say is magical.

Geology in Bed, at Work, and at a Friend's Place