
Anyone who has ever willingly embarked on a road trip is no doubt aware that the enjoyment is more in the journey than in reaching your destination. Or however the adage goes. For history buffs, the joy might come from touring Civil War battlefields or traversing Route 66 in search of Americana. For foodies, maybe its stopping off at a roadside diner for a taste of regional cuisine or seeking out the freshest farm-raised ingredients that does the trick.
For geologists, professional and amateur alike, it’s simple. It’s the rock below our feet and the rock towering over our heads. It’s the physical and chemical processes that gave these rocks their distinct textures and flavors, and the tremendous forces that shape(d) them. The biotic veneer that selectively coats the crust is fascinating and often beautiful in its own right, but for a geologist, it’s all about what’s underneath that counts.
My apologies for waxing philosophic. I’ve got all this on the brain after returning from a long weekend of road tripping through the
Cascades with two close friends—one a structural geologist and the other a seismologist. What better way to see the mountains, right? It’s like having a backstage pass: you get the insider’s scoop, far more interesting than the average self-guided tour. Okay, so my friends aren’t the world’s foremost experts on the Cascades. Nor are they park rangers who could sneak us up close and personal to the
steaming vents of Mt. St. Helens. Nonetheless, they are very bright, and they know a whole lot more than I do about these things (I was, after all, only a biogeochemist, as they jokingly remind me on occasion).