Whenever I go hiking with a group of friends everyone expects me to know everything about every rock we see. “Hey, you’re the geologist!” they all say. “Well, yeah, but…” I hedge, diffidently twirling my booted toe in the sand.
|These folks can sure ask a lot of questions!|
It’s been a quiet winter here in southern Utah, which is not at all a bad thing. Much as I would have liked to, I didn’t jet off to Iceland to view the northern lights. I didn’t hop a plane to South America to visit the ruins of Machu Picchu. For that matter I haven’t even (yet!) driven up to Salt Lake City to visit my nephew and see the mummy exhibit at the Leonardo.