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The first thing geology ever said to me was, “Ouch!”

Moi and Mt. St. Helens, together for the first time. Image credit my former roommate.

I was five years old, and Mount St. Helens was busy erupting all over my teevee. I made it a get well card. It looked like it hurt. Thus began an ongoing conversation between me and objects people tend to think of as inanimate until they explode, rip apart, or fall down.

You’d think, growing up in Northern Arizona, that the Grand Canyon would have been my gateway drug for geology. Not so. Yes, it’s grand. Yes, it’s gorgeous. Yes, it has volumes to tell us about geological history. But we saw it so often before I’d learned the language of rocks that it became that huge hole in the ground we had to go see every time relations from the Midwest visited. Volcanoes were different. Watching those roiling gray clouds of ash pour from St. Helens, having some of that ash placed in my thrilled young hands by neighbors who visited the volcano shortly after its May 18th eruption, connecting her to the volcano that loomed outside my back door – that hooked me. That event taught me that geology matters. St. Helens gave me a volcano phobia, and then cured it. St. Helens taught me to extrapolate from the present to the past, a major tenet of the science of geology.

I’m here, talking to you about talking to rocks, partly because a volcano blew out sideways, and fifteen years later, I turned to look at another volcano I’d known my whole life and saw the same lateral eruption rip it apart thousands of years in the past. “What happened to me,” St. Helens said, “is exactly what happened to them. Your San Francisco Peaks were a peak before that day. Oh, and it would’ve been a really bad idea to stand where you’re standing now, what with the lahar and all.”

I just stood there with my jaw agape, looking from the lahar deposit to the gash in my beloved Peaks, sputtering the occasional overwhelmed expletive as the thrill of realization and the enormity of what had happened pinned me to ground that was perfectly safe for the geologic moment.

Moi at the Grand Canyon. Two billion years of history are contained in its walls - deep time in a deep canyon. Incidentally, I'm standing on the sea. Image credit: Cujo359

This is what I want to give you, my dear readers: the indescribable euphoria that comes from understanding a place for the very first time. Those stones you glance at as you pass, those nondescript little brown and gray rocks that seem hardly worth noticing, are Rosetta Stones. They speak, and we’re learning their languages. They’re storytellers and guides, sometimes bearing fresh tales of events that happened only yesterday, sometimes transporting you into deep time. A few of them have stories of other worlds. Those little unregarded rocks have important things to say about how the Earth works, and where its dangers and refuges are. They tell us where it’s safe to build and where we’d best not. They give us insight into layers of the Earth we can’t see directly. They trap carbon and act as aquifers. They allow us to reconstruct past climates and get an idea of where the present one is headed. We extract wealth from them, energy, rare earth elements without which computers and smartphones wouldn’t work. There’s geology in your iPhone, and it’s not just the app you may have downloaded for determining strike and dip in the field.

Moi at Mine. Mine shaft at Coal Creek, Seattle, WA, where Washington's early industry was fed by miners mucking about in ancient swamps. Image credit: Cujo359.

Geology has a practical bent. I’ve known this all my life, of course: I’m a coal miner’s daughter. All right, so technically, he’s an engineer and didn’t dig out the stuff. But he worked at a mine, took me to see it as a young girl, and made it impossible for me to see coal in my stocking as a threat. Like most people, I thought he was digging up dinosaurs to light our houses. The truth is so much cooler than that: swamps and lush deltas, full of exotic plants and trees, were buried and became metamorphic rocks that burn. The economic importance of coal can’t be minimized: ancient plants fueled our Industrial Revolutions. Now that we’re beginning the Green Revolution, we can stop removing mountaintops and filling our atmosphere with ancient carbon, and get on with enjoying the stories those metamorphosed forests can tell.

Moi avec Red Rocks and homicidal felid. Slide Rock State Park, Sedona, Arizona. This place has been sea and sand and so much else. Image credit: Cujo359

I grew up on the Permian Riviera. A lot of people joke about oceanfront property in Arizona: baby, I had it. So the oceans had been gone for hundreds of millions of years. So what? With geology, the past becomes present. A lot of people come to Sedona for the vortexes and vibes and crystal magic. I come there for the lithified beaches. You can be in the middle of some of the driest country in the world, enjoying sea breezes. And while other folks talk about how many miles they walked, we adorers of the good science of rock-breaking talk about how many millions of years we’ve passed through.

Moi with Erratic. Glacial erratic in Lynnwood, WA, author and two coffees for scale. Image credit: Cujo359.

Geology does bizarre things to your sense of time. It’s like becoming a Time Lord. A million years is mind-bogglingly large to most folks. For us, it’s barely an eyeblink. Volcanoes that have been around hundreds of thousands of years before the first human cities are young upstarts, most of them with no staying power. The Ice Ages changed landscapes dramatically, leaving the hills Seattle is built on, carving out deep lakes and sounds, coating the landscape in thick deposits of outwash and till, and leaving enormous deposits of windblown soils that feed millions. They also plucked up maclargehuge boulders and left them sitting tens and sometimes hundreds of miles away from home. But in a few million years, you’ll barely know those ice sheets were there.

Moi with South Bluff. Discovery Park, Seattle, WA. The trees can't grow on vertical cliff faces, so you actually get to see geology here. Image credit: Cujo359

They’re dramatic while they last, though. I first made friends with glacial landscapes in 2000, when I came up to Seattle for a research visit. I headed down to a place I’d set a scene in, Discovery Park, and fell madly in love with the South Bluff. I vaguely suspected then that each thin layer might have a story to tell, but I didn’t get to hear it until years later, when I’d moved up here and pursued my fancy for geology in earnest. Everything here speaks of ice, from the sharp, glacier-carved peaks of the Cascades and Olympics, to the low rolling drumlins of the Puget Lowland. It’s more beautiful than you can imagine, gorgeous enough to forgive the long winter rains. But it pays to know geology well. Build in the wrong place, and your lovely house overlooking the Sound will, after a good soaking rain, end up underlooking the Sound. Things come slip-sliding down round here all the time, because building on glacial sediments is only marginally better than building on sand. Compared to the Lawton Clay, sand sometimes looks like an excellent choice for a foundation.

And that’s even before we get to the fact that the glaciers just put the icing on the cake, so to speak. Our scenery owes quite a lot to the subduction zone right off the coast. Yes, the one that will someday let rip with an earthquake that will allow us to experience Japan’s March 2011 catastrophe at first hand. Yes, the one that’s created our dramatic and often overly-exciting volcanoes. The geology round here that doesn’t speak about continental glaciation is busy babbling about subduction zones and all of the antics they can get up to, and if we choose to stick our fingers in our ears and squeeze our eyes shut and pretend we can’t hear it, we’re all going to be in for a nasty shock someday.

You’d be surprised at what your local geology might tell you, if you take a moment to give it a listen.

Moi with Ocean Deep. Rosario Head, near Anacortes, WA. I'm lounging on ribbon chert with possible pillow basalt behind me. Oh, and Puget Sound. Image credit: Cujo359.

And no, it’s not all gloom, doom and despair. Sometimes, it’s a nice, silent day on the deep ocean floor. Sometimes, it’s a quiet craton, with pretty streams and forests and the occasional dune field. Geology has a full library – it’s not just thrillers.

A lot of folks don’t think they can read the rocks. They think geology’s hard. They stopped at the basics they learned in school: they can recognize a volcano, and maybe tell an igneous rock from a sedimentary one, and they know vaguely what the San Andreas Fault is. They can, in a sense, point to a few items on the menu and exchange a few words, like “Hello, how are you? My aunt’s pen is on my uncle’s table. Goodbye!” And they think they’ll never, ever be more fluent than that. They believe they’re doomed to conversations about menu items and pens for the rest of their lives.

Moi with Big Obsidian Flow. Newberry Crater, OR, which is a mindtrip and makes you think of obsidian in all sorts of exciting new ways. Image credit: Lockwood DeWitt or Cujo359. I was enjoying the obsidian too much to remember who held the camera.

You, dear reader who has gotten this far, may be one of those people. And you’re afraid, from what you’ve seen so far, that I’m going to whip out words like ophiolite and allochthonous and clastic detritus, and you won’t have any idea what I’m talking about. You’ll never learn the lingo. That’s for experts, and you’re going to flee the very second I bring up papers with titles like “Revised ages of blueschist metamorphism and the youngest pre-thrusting rocks in the San Juan Islands, Washington.” (Coolest geology paper I’ve read this year, btw, though the year’s still young.) “But, Dana!” you howl as you prepare to sprint in the general direction of away, “I’m no expert!”

Well, truth be told, neither am I.

Moi with Fault. Ross Lake in the North Cascades, WA. This was one of those glorious moments of discovery, where prior field trips prepared me to do a bit o' geology all by me lonesome. Image credit: Cujo359.

I’ve had exactly two classes: Geology 101 and Physical Geography, taught by the incomparable Jim Bennett. I’ve read a ton of books on various aspects of geology written for layfolk. And I’ve roadtripped through and lived with utterly fabulous geology. That got me started. I did up a few posts on all of the nifty geology my intrepid companion and I had seen in our rambles, and then got adopted by the geoblogosphere.

I told them I wasn’t a geologist. They said, “Malarkey.” I told them that no, seriously, totally not a geologist, just an amateur who writes about geology, and they had words with me. Many. Words. These are folks who carry rock hammers around. I refuse to argue, although I, too, carry a rock hammer. They’re faster on the draw than I am.

And you know what? They’re right anyway.

Moi at Crater Lake, OR. The water is Tardis blue and deep. Image credit: Lockwood DeWitt.

You don’t have to get a PhD to learn the lingo. You don’t need years of training to make it through a geology paper, and enjoy it. What you need is to have got out there and looked at some rocks, read some books, talked to some geologists, got out there and looked at some rocks with geologists, and read some harder books, and blog posts by geologists, and then suddenly one day you’re dipping your toes in the scientific literature and going, “Hmm. Tingly.” And I promise you won’t even need all that here in these pages. I’ll ‘splain as we go along, or at least sum up. Before you know it, you’ll be out in the field with a rock in either hand, saying things like, “This one’s gneiss, but this is the schist!”

Puns, I’m afraid, are practically a requirement.

Stick with me, and you’ll come to know geologists like Anne Jefferson and Chris Rowan, Brian Romans and Silver Fox, Evelyn Mervine and Ron Schott, Helena Mallonee and Ryan Brown, Michael Klass and Ellie Goeke, Cat and Gareth Fabbro, Callan Bentley and Jessica Ball, Ellen Morris Bishop and Dan McShane and Wayne Ranney, and so many others, people who know what the rocks say and how to translate. These folks turned me from a mildly-interested amateur into a person who drools at the sight of a new technical paper. These folks can strike stories from stones that will leave you with your jaw hanging agape, awestruck by the immensity of time and the amount of information we’ve managed to coax from the rocks.

And you’ll meet Lockwood DeWitt, who is, hands-down, the best geology teacher I’ve ever had.

You’ll be spouting phrases like “metamorphic facies” with the greatest of ease. And it won’t hurt a bit. Unless you’re spouting them whilst bashing away at a rock which demonstrates metamorphic facies without wearing eye protection, but you’d never do that because eye protection is key and you’ll know that, too.

Come along, my darlings, and join me round the rocks for some rip-roaring good tales. Then head on over to David Bressan’s place for the history of geology, which is just as fascinating as its present. And join me in the cantina at En Tequila Es Verdad for the after-party, where I’ll still be serving serving up cocktails. On the rocks, of course!


Moi at Sunset Bay, OR. The rocks here are a jumbled mass of pure awesome. Image credit: Lockwood DeWitt.

Right. That sums me up, and gives you some sense of what Rosetta Stones is all about. But it’s really all about you guys. Storytellers, whether lithic or biological, need people to tell stories to. So please do take a moment to introduce yourselves. Let me know what your interests are. If there are any particular geologic locales or concepts you’d like to see explored here, put in a request. I don’t always have time to answer comments directly, but I listen, and do my best to deliver.

Over to you, my darlings.

Dana Hunter About the Author: Dana Hunter is a science blogger, SF writer, and geology addict whose home away from SciAm is En Tequila Es Verdad. Follow her on Twitter: @dhunterauthor. Follow on Twitter @dhunterauthor.

The views expressed are those of the author and are not necessarily those of Scientific American.

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  1. 1. Bora Zivkovic 8:55 am 04/2/2012

    Welcome to the family!

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  2. 2. kh1954 12:00 pm 04/2/2012

    Well said and congratulations from the land of Rosetta Stone to “Rosetta Stones” the most new enlightening comers in our lineage, keep going and telling our endless story Dana
    Khaled Moussa

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  3. 3. DNLee 12:01 pm 04/2/2012

    This is SO AWESOME!! Welcome Dana!

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  4. 4. Ilana_Yurkiewicz 12:51 pm 04/2/2012

    Great post, and welcome!

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  5. 5. David_Bressan 1:12 pm 04/2/2012

    Welcome “back” in the geoblogosphere, Dana, to your wonderfull essay I can only add an abstract (not by me):

    “Geologists are very pleasant companions, especially for geologists. It’s their art, to stop at every stone, and carry out an investigation at every layer of earth! […] And that’s why I love this science so much. It is infinite and boundless as all poetry!”
    from the “La vallèe de Trient” by the Swiss author Rodolphe Toepffer (1799-1846)

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  6. 6. Anne Jefferson 1:21 pm 04/2/2012

    I am so happy for you, Dana! This is probably the most fun introductory post I’ve ever read, and I love that you are going to get to use words like maclargehuge on Scientific American.

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  7. 7. jasongoldman 3:14 pm 04/2/2012


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  8. 8. Suzanne TwoTon 5:16 pm 04/2/2012

    woohoo! i’m so happy your talent for explaining to a layperson like me what the rocks are saying has been recognized by SA, dana.

    bookmarked and shouted from the rooftops — looking forward to reading more of your rosetta stones explanations

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  9. 9. Glendon Mellow 9:09 pm 04/2/2012

    Glad you’re here! Yay geo. And yay for talented mult-tasking FreeThoughtBloggers.

    Welcome Dana!

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  10. 10. george.w 10:42 pm 04/2/2012

    HappyHappyHappy! I now have a SciAm Blogs account just so I could comment and say how awesome it is you are here. You are the real deal Dana.

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  11. 11. DanaHunter 2:37 am 04/3/2012

    Thank you all! Sorry it took so long to get back to you – couldn’t comment at work.

    Muchas gracias for the welcomes! It’s overwhelming and wonderful and you all have made my day fantastic. It’s great to see new faces, and gorgeous to see me old friends!

    Bora – thank you for bringing me on board! So thrilled to be here!

    Khaled Moussa – someday, I’ll make it to Egypt, and then hopefully people will realize there’s more than pyramids there. ;-)

    DNLee – you gave me such a grin! Glad to be here with you!

    Ilana – thank you!

    David – gorgeous quote! Might have to filch it someday. Hee. It’s great to be blogging alongside you!

    Anne – I owe you so much that a decent intro post is the least I can do! Thank you for everything. (And just wait ’til you see the other words I’ve got in store for SciAm. Hee.)

    Jason – Thanks!

    Suzanne – My dearest Suzanne, I’m so glad you’re here! Place just wouldn’t feel right without you!

    Glendon – *blush* Go FtB! Go geo! Go SciAm! (I’m gonna have to go through with making that goth chick/Doctor Who cheerleading outfit someday, huh?)

    George – Thanks for being here! You and your rock hammer have both changed my life. You’ve been with me through two incarnations of ETEV and now here – this is outstanding!

    Oceans of love, my darlings, and watch for rocks! Ha!

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  12. 12. Malachite 7:23 am 04/3/2012

    Fantastic post! Can’t wait to read more from your blog. I don’t run away at long technical-sounding words but I do need explanations. I’m no geologist but it would be great to know more than “that’s a rock” when I’m out and about and there are rocks visible (e.g. at the coast, like at Millook Haven, Cornwall). A post about Mount St Helen’s would be great, too.

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  13. 13. Ann Willis 7:42 pm 04/3/2012

    Congratulations Dana, – I always said you could do something like this and you didn’t need to have a degree to do it. It’s nice to finally know what your secret project was and what was taking up so much of your time. I look forward to seeing what else you have to write about.

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  14. 14. DanaHunter 6:02 am 04/4/2012

    Malachite: Brilliant! I love malachite. ;-) I’ll have plenty o’ Mt. St. Helens coming up, and I think I’ve got some papers on Cornwall round here somewhere. Might take me a while to get there, but we’ll get there!

    Ann: Thank you! You’ve always believed in me, and it means the world to have you here. I’ll tell you one thing I’d like to write about: a certain dragonfly necklace. Do you mind if I plaster photos of it all over either here or ETEV and gush? *hugs*

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  15. 15. Mobius 11:43 am 04/6/2012

    Followed the link from Pharyngula and ended up here.

    Nice site.

    I am pretty much a newbie wrt to geology. Know a little, but nothing to brag about. I have really enjoyed your first article. Looking forward to more.

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  16. 16. Ann Willis 5:14 pm 04/9/2012

    I’m back from my spring break travels and am trying to get caught up. I noticed your request about the dragon fly necklace and would be honored if you would share photo’s of it with others. I’m just glad it finally found its true resting place with you.
    So far I like what you’ve done with the other posts. I was only expecting a single post per week and was pleasantly surprised to see you’ve gotten more than that out. I love the way you are still so prolific with your writing yet always keeping it light and enjoyable to read.
    I’m raising a glass of my favorite beverage to you (& hope others will join me) to give you this toast ‘May you always have more ideas to write about than the time or space to do so.’ *hugs*

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