(This is soooo last minute, so for those breathlessly awaiting another Dojo post, you shall be disappointed until tomorrow. Forgot all about November ending so soon, didn't I? Had to get in my Accretionary Wedge post under deadline, and that means the Dojo gets the boot. I'm sure you shall all survive.)
Shakespeare fans may note the shout-out to Sonnet XXXV there in the title. That's because our lovely hostess Ann has asked, "What Geological features about the area you call 'home' do you love? and what do you not like?" Simple answers to simple questions: love the variety, hate all the damned biology in the way. Well, I only hate the biology when I'm trying to look at geology and when it's giving my asthma fits - apart from that, I actually love it quite a lot.
That's the simple answer. But nothing's ever simple, is it?
We'll discuss Washington State as a whole, though I live very nearly in Seattle. And I'll tell you what I love: I love living on a subduction zone. I love the mountains thrown up by it, and the exotic terranes stuck on any-old-how. I love the fact I can drive a half-hour from home, and see an old volcanic island floating in a sea of grass:
|Mount Si, Snapped by my Intrepid Companion|
And of course, one of the first books I bought in preparation for the move up was Roadside Geology of Washington. I didn't think I was moving up for the geology, actually - I'd come because it was where I set my books, and rationalized making the move by listing things like nice city, research purposes, all that rot. But when it comes down to it, geology brought me here and geology entices me to stay.
I have two things against this state: so much of its interesting geology is completely covered in biology, at least west of the Cascades. What's not buried under plants, trees, brambles, ground cover, and other forms of life is usually lost under a deep cover of glacial till, so as far as seeing some of the features we know must be there, forget about it. Still, things peek out here and there.
|Mount Rainier Peeking Through Clouds and All the Damned Biology|
It doesn't have mountains like this.
|Tarn Near Sunset, Hurricane Hill, Olympic Mountains|
Such civil war is in my love and hate
That I an accessory needs must be
To that sweet thief which sourly robs from me.