Massive Rock - Rocky Hollow Falls Canyon, Indiana
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Saturday, May 30, 2015
Cliffs and places - Indiana
Monday, May 11, 2015
What I saw - Bridge over Sugar Creek, Indiana
The red siding is the side of the covered bridge. The bridge abutment is fashioned from Mansfield sandstone. |
A stream in the area near Crawfordsville, Indiana is called Turkey Run. But a much broader area than the immediate area of the stream is known as Turkey Run.
Layers of sand at the bottom of the sea were compressed to become sandstone. This is the local Mansfield sandstone.
There is a metal plaque on the door of the house where John
Lusk lived. The house is near the Narrows point in Sugar Creek. The 1883 covered bridge crosses the creek
here at the Narrows. The plaque reads “To the memory of John Lusk who saved the
trees of Turkey Run.” The plaque is
labeled “The Nature Study Club of Indiana.”
What better thing can be said of a person than he "saved the trees." In so many cases irreplaceable trees have been lost. Thanks to John Lusk the trees of Turkey Run are living to this day.
"These forests were composed of about five hundred species of trees, all of them in some way useful to man, ranging in size from twenty-five feet in height and less than one foot in diameter at the ground to four hundred feet in height and more than twenty feet in diameter,—lordly monarchs proclaiming the gospel of beauty like apostles. For many a century after the ice-ploughs were melted, nature fed them and dressed them every day; working like a man, a loving, devoted, painstaking gardener; fingering every leaf and flower and mossy furrowed bole; bending, trimming, modeling, balancing, painting them with the loveliest colors; bringing over them now clouds with cooling shadows and showers, now sunshine; fanning them with gentle winds and rustling their leaves; exercising them in every fibre with storms, and pruning them; loading them with flowers and fruit, loading them with snow, and ever making them more beautiful as the years rolled by. Wide-branching oak and elm in endless variety, walnut and maple, chestnut and beech, ilex and locust, touching limb to limb, spread a leafy translucent canopy along the coast of the Atlantic over the wrinkled folds and ridges of the Alleghanies,—a green billowy sea in summer, golden and purple in autumn, pearly gray like a steadfast frozen mist of interlacing branches and sprays in leafless, restful winter." John Muir
What better thing can be said of a person than he "saved the trees." In so many cases irreplaceable trees have been lost. Thanks to John Lusk the trees of Turkey Run are living to this day.
"These forests were composed of about five hundred species of trees, all of them in some way useful to man, ranging in size from twenty-five feet in height and less than one foot in diameter at the ground to four hundred feet in height and more than twenty feet in diameter,—lordly monarchs proclaiming the gospel of beauty like apostles. For many a century after the ice-ploughs were melted, nature fed them and dressed them every day; working like a man, a loving, devoted, painstaking gardener; fingering every leaf and flower and mossy furrowed bole; bending, trimming, modeling, balancing, painting them with the loveliest colors; bringing over them now clouds with cooling shadows and showers, now sunshine; fanning them with gentle winds and rustling their leaves; exercising them in every fibre with storms, and pruning them; loading them with flowers and fruit, loading them with snow, and ever making them more beautiful as the years rolled by. Wide-branching oak and elm in endless variety, walnut and maple, chestnut and beech, ilex and locust, touching limb to limb, spread a leafy translucent canopy along the coast of the Atlantic over the wrinkled folds and ridges of the Alleghanies,—a green billowy sea in summer, golden and purple in autumn, pearly gray like a steadfast frozen mist of interlacing branches and sprays in leafless, restful winter." John Muir
What I saw - Indiana scenic places
Wedge Rock - This huge rock fell into the ravine from the top of the ravine. The trees give help with the size of the rock and the time that the rock has been resting at its current location. |
Punch Bowl - This place shows the work of the erosion of the rock |
In Western Indiana the Sugar Creek area near Crawfordsville
was once under a sea. Layers of sand at
the bottom of the sea were compressed to become sandstone. This is now named the Mansfield sandstone. The
coal that is found in the area was laid down during the time that the sea was
gone but marshes covered the area. After
that time the area was covered with ice.
Rock brought with the ice is called glacial drift. This material lodged in waterways and changed
the flow of surface water.
New surface water streams developed in the
area. The stream that that is now known
as Sugar Creek changed the look of the area. Sugar Creek and its tributaries eroded
into the Mansfield sandstone. In places
the deep ravine is wider than the upper reaches of the ravine. The eroded canyons have dramatic shapes. The cool shady areas provide habitat for rare
plants.When one walks in a Northerly direction the path comes an area of bare rock that looks something like a sloped stack of oatmeal cookies. A cascade of water noisily falls down this stack of rocks. The wet rock surfaces are slippery. After climbing that sloped area the sides of the ravine narrow until one finds almost no places to step without stepping into the high velocity water rushing toward the walker.
A dramatic passageway that goes on for dozens of feet must be negotiated with the churning water constantly flowing through the sandstone. It is possible to make it through without stepping into the rushing water but it takes some doing.
It is a place of becoming very close to the rock cliff faces.
Monday, May 4, 2015
The radiance of the Sierra
The radiance in some places is so great as to be fairly dazzling, keen lance-rays of every color flashing, sparkling in glorious abundance, joining the plants in their fine, brave beauty-work,-
every flower, every crystal, a window opening into heaven, a mirror reflecting the Creator.
John Muir
This writing is so powerful that it must be repeated.
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