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| "Ahh!! Foliations, they're
everywhere!" |
That crazy swirly stuff Jason claims is
marble. |
". . . and over there is a kimberlite
pipe." |
Mining for Mud Pie (can you get
silicosis from that?) |
This is just after I ate it trying to stand
on a rock. |
Looks just like our maps doesn't it? |
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| Sillmanite! (aka excess aluminum) |
Binoculars please. |
Class. Mapping. |
Just a picture of Lake Isabella |
I always thought she had a sharp tongue, but
I guess I was wrong |
Ain't vertigo a bitch |
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| I'm dreaming of a white Christmas . . . |
Tim, the geologist. |
What exactly are you pointing at? |
Show us what you think of neoblastic calcite rhombs |
If you look closely you can see Auna being a
geologist. |
Dikes, dikes, everywhere are dikes . . . |
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| We think this is when she decide to move to
Lake Isabella |
Lake, Sky, Clouds, etc. |
Auna, can you please frame the Big Nose for a
picture? |
Dike cross-cutting bedding. |
The Jolly Green Pirate straddling a dike. |
Now do you see the fold? |
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| You are getting sleepy . . . |
Our Fearless leader |
Tim |
Laura |
Who's bad. |
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