Location Taken: Thermopolis, Wyoming
Time Taken: June 2010
Rocks!
Yay rocks!
I like rocks!
It’s so sad. I don’t see too many rocks these days. I spend most of my time within a mile of where I live (ok, most of it is within feet of where I live.) And this area is wetland.
So, you want mud and plants and water and all those lovely wetland things? I got plenty! Rocks, well, um, they sink. Even in mud, the rocks will slowly work their way out of sight. There certainly aren’t any large rocks around here, which is quite the pity.
I did see a few rocks the other day. There were a few brought up by tree roots near the local creek. Since the creek’s there, it actually creates a patch of drier ground around it by being where all the water goes, and that drier ground can support rocks better. Well, until the next time the creek shifts.
I know where I could go for rocks. I mean, there’s several mountain ranges in the area. But they’re a bit outside the zone I spend my time in, and the bus routes don’t really go there. At best, I can look at them from a distance, these giant rocks.
Well, at least I could theoretically look at the mountains, if there weren’t so many trees in the area. The local wetland IS stable enough for trees after all, even if they’re short by west coast standards!
