Yep

Its an interesting tangent

I think thread drift is like a river shifting its bed:
first there is a flood of new activity and fresh land is exposed ...
then new fertile soil builds up around the new riverbed.

But I sympathize with Dave and Trish: newcomers only see the thread title
and don't realize that the richest soil is found in the meanders and oxbows.

When you said you were in Philosopher City, did that mean that Plato's rock were the Philosopher stones?

Oh, Rick, you are just a poet! I love it.

Almost let my imagination go free ranging....

Don't start howling now.

@Moonhowl - I wish!

Sometimes it can be very difficult to keep that leash on.... especially when my husband is laughing over my shoulder...

When you said poet, Ken, my first thought was a nursery rhyme...

jvdubb said:Its an interesting tangent

I love it. This discussion got me looking up even more information about how the Trinity Alps in the Klamath mountains were created. There is glacier activity, volcanic activity and the movement of tectonic plates. For years, I thought the primary influence was glacier activity.

I had no idea that studying just this one area of the US would be so interesting.

Smiles,
Lyn

I think that the closer you look at almost anything, the more interesting and complex it becomes.

To simple people, everything seems simple.
To complicated people, everything seems complicated.

I think both are "correct", and both styles have their uses.

But I think that seeing complexity, wonder and beauty everywhere you look makes the world seem more interesting.

I also agree with Rick..but I think humor adds to the beauty of our world whether it is complex or simple.

I live in a very flat area that was part of the impact zone when an asteroid hit earth, the one that is credited with wiping out the dinosaurs. It's all limestone here, with lots of wrinkles and caves and underground rivers.

But I have another rock story. Years ago when we were traveling in our RV, somewhere in Mexico, I was asking about a recipe. The woman I was talking to told me to first 'take my rock' and pulverize the spices together. I thought I had misunderstood her Spanish, it was a 2nd language for both of us as she had learned it in school after growing up speaking her tribal language. No, she showed me her rock and was surprised I didn't have one. She told me to find a rock that 'spoke' to me and that fit my hand comfortably. She used her rock to grind chiles and spices, to smash things like garlic, to tenderize meat, those are all I remember. That summer when we were back in the US in the Calif desert, I found my rock. It fits my hand perfectly and for the remaining years that we lived in the RV it was the perfect kitchen tool. I didn't need to carry all sorts of appliances that I didn't have room for or want the added weight. I still have my rock and I still use it even now that I do have all those expensive appliances that replace one rock that fits perfectly in the palm of my hand.

But does it have a name, Jonna? (Coming full circle here, back to "Rock Naming" . . . )

That is so neat, Jonna. Now, I will forever be on the lookout for a rock that speaks to me!

Elaine - does it call for a "Name Jonna's Kitchen Rock" contest?

If so, I'll nominate "Handy".

"I'll nominate "Handy"."