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Highway 50 turns to head in a northerly direction after passing through Middlegate (the place), and heads for a moment or two right at this snowy part of the Desatoya Mountains. The bright reflection of sun from the snow creates mirage on the road ahead of me.
Ooh, more glowing mountains, this time near Cold Springs, which is a small outpost that offers gas, food, lodging, and RV hookups. The slanting light-dark contact of foreground and background shows a typical slope at the foot of desert mountains, the kind of slope that is often composed of a combination of alluvial fan and pediment (also here and here).
Yellowish sunlight peeps through from the west beneath dark clouds.
Another view of the slanting slope at the western foot of the Desatoya Mountains, probably a pediment with alluvial fan cover.
As I round the next corner and start heading east toward Austin, snow starts falling in waves or patches, and it nearly obliterates the view of this ranch just north of Highway 50 in Edwards Creek Valley.
Now I'm heading in an easterly direction toward New Pass, a canyon running between the north end of the Desatoya Mountains and the south end of the New Pass Range, but I can't see the mountains!
And here's why: it's snowing in New Pass, and visibility has dropped again.
In fact, here visibility gets worse, although the snow on the road is minimal.
Finally, I come through this particular snow squall and can see Reese River Valley and the Toiyabe Range beyond. The small town of Austin, Nevada, is just off the picture to the left (north) in the Toiyabe Range.
This post is a submission for the Third Carnival of the Arid at Coyote Crossing.
I think we had the Fish-On IPA, seen above in the Sleeping Lady Brewing Company glass. The Sleeping Lady is shown as a black or dark brown mountain covered with white snow under a blue sky.
Another tempting-sounding brew is the Forty-Niner Amber Ale, which would be a true geo-beer, except - as Andrew pointed out below - "Forty Niner" refers to Alaska being the 49th state (1959) rather than to the California gold rush of 1849.
MOH ordered this dark brown Portage Porter, named after the Portage Glacier. Portage Porter is a true geo-beer and glacier beer. Brown is not usually my flavor in beer, ales, or porters - so I didn't order one. Again, the white shape beneath the goose is Mt. Susitna, The Sleeping Lady, a roche moutonnée. (I keep emphasizing that so I can practise my spelling!)
Looking out the windows of the Snow Goose Restaurant, one can sometimes see The Sleeping Lady herself - but not this time. This time it's just snow and reflections. A nice night to stay inside.
The restaurant walls have various Alaskan-themed art, including this quilted wall hanging showing The Sleeping Lady (the mountain) in all four seasons. In Alaska, the four seasons are winter, breakup, summer, and freeze-up. Winter is the longest season, of course.
Stick around for awhile, it's still a little nasty outside, and maybe there are some more geo-beers to taste!
This is a very heavy rock containing three copper minerals: the green one, malachite, a black one, and a reddish-pinkish-purplish one. Large blue squares in the background are centimeters.
A close-up view of said minerals. The little orange bits - which I have to throw in for Alaska Al, who says he isn't from the green part of Ireland - are probably a goethitic Fe-oxide.
Here's the backside of a rock, where some of the malachite crystals can be seen a bit more readily. The bright reddish orange may be a mix of goethite and some other oxide mineral, except for the lower orangey blob, which is part of my finger. The faintly bluish mineral in the bottom center might be chrysocolla.
[How can you tell which side is the frontside or backside of a rock? Simple, the frontside is either the first side you look at, or it's the side facing up when the rock is on the ground or on your display counter. The backside is the other side.]
What are the sooty black and the shiny reddish-pinkish-purplish minerals?
That is the Sleeping Lady who rests across the inlet of what is now Anchorage, Alaska. Her hair streams off to the left of the photo, her toes to the right. She has slept there for a very long time, awaiting the return of her lover. The shape of the mountain was carved by the advance of the glaciers which once covered her resting form.The mountain's shape resulted from passage of ice across the land; the name came from a Dena'ina legend.
Tiny paintbrush leavesNever mind that they won't grow up to be Indian paintbrush; it's the thought that counts.
poke up through snow-melt mudflows:
Spring, mostly hidden.
For a hundred million years as the Atlantic widened, a block of old rocks beneath London stood eroding, above a muddy river plain to the south. Then as the coastlines encroached northwards a hundred million years ago, tidal bars and beaches swept sands along their reach.And later on:
It’s a fantastic story — the geological history of the past two hundred million years defining the lie of the landscape I’ll run across today.
Photo by roadsofstone.com of the stair hole inversion monocline, Lulworth Cove, Dorset, England.
Go check out this post on a great example of "the biggest inversion monocline in all of Southern England." And while you're there, read more about other parts of the world, where roads, running, and geology all come together.And besides, I'm really into races today, ones of a slightly different kind.