Parks and Plates- The Geology of our National Parks, Monuments, and Seashores, by Robert Lillie
This was waiting for me in the mail when I returned from my Thanksgiving travels to Kansas. Very excited to read!
Apparently, good things (like free books) happen when you chat with awesome geology professors at interpretation conferences.
I just got back from a two week road trip with my best friend to Yosemite, Reno (for a conference on interpretation, not gambling), and Lake Tahoe. It was AWESOME!
This was taken on top of Lambert Dome in Yosemite NP.
Weird and occasionally funny (flirting is illegal in San Antonio?).
(via Bizarre Regional Laws In the U.S. Are Even Weirder Than You Thought)
The Bigfoot Ordinance (1969, amended in 1984) actually makes quite a bit of sense!
In the ’60s, several people were accidentally shot (none fatally, luckily) by would-be Bigfoot hunters in Skamania County, WA who thought they were aiming at our beloved giant hairy ape. For believers, this law protects an endangered species. For the rest of us, it prevents innocent hikers from having a really, really bad day. Everybody wins!
How do I make friends in Portland?
This is not me being sad and lonely, this is just me trying to figure it out.
I’ve never moved to a new city without a college and/or workplace community to socialize with before. It’s strange!
(And on a side note, I moved to Portland last week!)
Shanah tovah l’kulam from Portland!
I heard a tree fall in the woods late last night during a thunderstorm.
Cheesy sayings aside, the thought of that boggles my mind. How many hundreds of years had that tree grown, lived, stood dead as a snag, been home to a whole host of living organisms? How much history had that one tree witnessed just in this one valley? What others did it take with it on its way down? How much longer now will its shattered remains nourish the forest floor? How long before younger trees grow up to fill the sunlight hole it left behind?
And I got to be present for the three seconds in all that history that the tree was falling. Likely the only three loud and fast and violent and dynamic seconds in its whole story.
But I’m glad I wasn’t too close.
A squirrel seems to have been treating itself to a snack right above my hammock this morning. Loving Pine Creek life!
Guess who’s getting glasses