Rocks

I often wonder how things get shaped the way they are. This rock, which is probably what is locally known as Sierra White Granite, appears to be simply plopped onto the ground. Its edges are rounded as if the whole thing had tumbled down some enormous river. I guess it just weathered over the centuries, being chipped away by the natural forces of freeze-thaw cycles, wind, and the slow eating-away done by the enzymes secreted by the lichens and mosses that cover it.

Further south from here are some metamorphic rocks that are literally as big as houses, sitting on the ground as if, to use the technical term once again, simply plopped there. They tend to be more angular, being more resistant to the forces that eat away so easily at the granite. You could get an education just walking around on this place, or at least you could come up with endless questions.