Sorry about the over-use of the exclamation point, but out here, it accurately reflects how I feel!
This winter, I have been to many places where the geology of the earth is visible out there on the hillside, or in that canyon for us to see. But in Moab, it's all going on: upthrusts, erosion, subduction, and all sorts of metamorphism. You may have begun to suspect, gentle reader, that I am beginning to study geology in my Third Act. There is so much to learn before I am older than dirt.
Below is a gallery of thirty-two photos. See if you can find what I saw in the rocks: a blue-tail lizard, a standing madonna figure with bowed head, an allosaurus neck, selfish selfie-girl, a balancing potato, an elephant weeping a tear of light, Abe Lincoln/Homer Simpson, a group of adults waiting in line, My pal Kath and me, Kath in her car, and sitting on a rock-working on her tan, a tiny window that looks like an eye, a cool arch that looks like the poster for Arches National Park, a precariously balanced rock-on-a-stick, that sort-of looks like a beagle, (no, no, no, not a bagel!), any number of random muppets, and the landscape flipping us the bird. Oh, and if you see any dirty stuff? Please don't mention it.
