The interesting thing about living on a mountain...is that you don't really realize.....like what the mountain is made of?
Like in the abstract you know there's dirt and rocks and such that make up the mountain.
But at the same time a mountain just kinda seems like that. One entire whole. No mini pieces. Just solid.
Of course, with the burn scar on the mountain by me and seeing all the dirt, rocks, and debris that came down through the storms it should be more clear that the mountain is made up of more than just 'mountain'
But it is kinda weird to see how like....in the abstract I kinda think of our mountain as made of dirt? Even though I can see rock fins all above us and know there's rocks in the dirt....
It wasn't until I was walking by the construction area towards the bottom of my street just to 'look' at the piles of 'dirt' there that I could see just how much rock is actually mixed in with the dirt.
Because with the mudslide that happened...it looked like it was pretty consistently just mud.
But seeing it after a couple more storms where the rain has washed more of the dirt away....there's a whole ton of rocks there.
Which has me on the more curious side as to what type of rocks I could find there.
Like there's probably plenty of granite and quartz. As I could see shiny among the rock piles. But like...what other stones are there that I don't recognize because they're not polished up? Are there fossils there? Are there precious stones? Is it all just various types of agate? Slate? Who knows.
Though it does have the wheels turning in the back of my mind.
Because I did, for fun, request a rock tumbler machine this year for Christmas. And like....if I actually get given it....it may be fun just to go wander down to those piles of rocks and pick up a bunch of them and tumble them and see what shiny stones I can pull out of them. Could be fun.
Until you next find these words;
I'll be watching the leaves.
Enjoy the day!
-Sarnic Dirchi