I have a construction site not far down the alley from my back yard, where the evergreen trees in this picture are, actually. Sadly, the trees are no more–an apartment complex is going up, with stores on the ground floor. This is good use of the land, and I am all for high-density planning in cities and towns, but the dulcet sounds of machinery and metal against rock and hard-pan in this glacial valley are not conducive to writing, unless I happen to be writing a war. In this photo you can see the boulders that the landscaping lads pried out of our yard when they put in the sprinkler system three years ago.
Hopefully the contractors up the way will be done digging through the boulders left behind by the last ice age to make the foundations of that behemoth of a building soon. Hammers and air guns I can take, but the constant banging and pounding of heavy machinery chipping away at the glacial till is distracting. Once I get the music playing it helps.
I live in a strange part of the world geologically, speaking. We have been shaped by fire, ice and earthquakes. Just down the road from my house are the Mima Mounds, low, flattened, circular to oval, dome-like, natural mounds that are composed of loose, unstratified, often gravelly sediment. These mounds range in diameter from 3 to more than 50 m; in height 30 cm to greater than 2 m; and in density from several to greater than 50 mounds per hectare, at times forming conspicuous natural patterns. Many people thought they were Native burial mounds, but they are just strange rock and gravel formations.
We also have Ramtha just down the road, but that is a whole different sort of natural phenomenon. Apparently we have ley-lines running beneath our soil out here in rural Thurston County. Who knew! (Spiritual tourism is big business out here. Bring your money!)
Anyway, this whole area is in the shadow of the biggest thing on the west coast–Mount Rainier.
That’s a pretty awesome sight, looming at the end of my street, just saying.
So my neighborhood was formed by mountains of ice and rivers of fire–and thanks to the machinery bashing their way through the rock here, I’m still not getting any writing done.
I wonder what’s on YouTube?