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Monday, February 29, 2016
I am always amazed at the amount of education that a road trip has to offer. Especially those that take us down dotted red lines crisscrossing Utah's West Desert.
Geological thermal heating, wind and solar energy.
History, economics, culture, and acute viral nasopharyngitis.
Sevier Lake Bed
Land management and habitat preservation.
Navigation, vertebrate & invertebrate morphology.
Smelting, mining, aquifers, and irrigation.
Geological time and formations. Elevations and climate.
(Cambrian wheeler shale deposit)
Paleontology and ancient history.
And of course, a tiny bit of reading.
Sunday, February 28, 2016
Part of me feels like the desert doesn't need an explanation. It simply is the desert, with all its obvious questions. Fields of hot water. Lakes of salt. Knolls of wild horses.
Hills of wheeler shale that make you feel like you have stumbled across the aftermath of a mad tea party. Trees that talk in the wind. It is impossible not to love here.
To walk the desert is to walk across time.