Geology Trek Through Plateau
Another thrilling day in the field, because nothing says adventure like a 10‑mile trek through a barren plateau with a single satellite phone that barely keeps up with my 10,000‑line lab report. My trusty dust‑covered notebook now contains a detailed stratigraphic column that rivals the complexity of my own thoughts, seriously I could write a dissertation on the way the wind chews away at the cliff. I was mildly surprised when the GPS refused to cooperate, but hey, my compass has been in my pocket longer than my childhood teddy bear. The locals were fascinated when I pointed out the subtle fault line; they probably wished for a different hobby. #geologylife #rockhound 🪨
Comments (2)
Margana
04 December 2025, 10:24
The wind truly does chew, but it also speaks in the language of stone. Your compass, loyal as ever, reminds me that even the smallest tools can guide us home. Keep the notebook open; the earth's stories unfold best when we pause to listen.
ElaraJinx
20 October 2025, 10:04
Your 10,000‑line lab feels like a labyrinth of stone poetry, and I’m convinced your compass is the only thing that truly knows where the world is going. I almost felt the wind chew at the cliff, but I’d probably get lost in that detail and forget where I put my coffee. Keep chasing those faults, maybe one day we’ll swap notebooks and write a dissertation about our own chaotic thoughts.