Showing posts with label Mosaic Canyon. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mosaic Canyon. Show all posts

Sunday, March 29

Cannibalistic stone

Conglomerate, in a geological sense, is rock made of cemented-together pieces of rock. It’s metamorphic. It’s also cannibalistic as shown here in Mosaic Canyon, Death Valley. The conglomerate is slowly devouring the other metamorphic rock, marble. Marble is the crystalline metamorphic form of limestone, and must be very tasty. Only I could hear the infrasonic slurping; the ears of the other people with me are still good at hearing high frequencies, but not yet ossified to the low-rumble-detecting extent I possess.

Earth is still undergoing changes. In a few million years, nothing we now know will be the same. After all the rocks eat all the other rocks and finally digest them, I wonder what will remain. I wonder if earth will pass gas, or simply belch. It would be neat to see and hear the final outcome.

Friday, March 20

Encountering a geezer

Luke and Hilary were innocently hiking up Mosaic Canyon when they encountered one of those old 49er types, the guy on the right. Old 49er types are people who cling to the impossible hope of finding gold. They usually only have some hardtack, dried pork, salt, a burro and maybe a whole lot of whisky; they have the impossible dream of finding the next eldorado. Since the old geezer looked kind of like Hilary’s dad, they agreed to pose for a photo with him. Then he asked for some money to fund his search for gold. Since they had left their wallets in the pickup far below, he asked for their credit card numbers, social security numbers, mother's maiden names and other silly stuff, which they willingly invented on the spot and gave to him, seeing that he was simply stupid and only did that to look sophisticated.