Somehow, I have the notion that moss is indestructible. Now, I'm hoping I haven't murdered it with neglect. Forgotten in its plastic bag for a week and then tucked around some seriously depleted dirt on a diffenbachia that I plan to repot. Stopgap stuff.
I plucked the moss from the woods on the mountain behind our family home in North Salem, NY. I've always thought of the house I grew up in--a modest pre-fab ranch--in relationship to the small lake it crouched beside. My brother was more in tune with the hills behind the house. I knew every cove and fishing spot of the water and never went up the hill that might be a mountain. Who measures these things?
A very mysterious place, this mountain. We climbed hunting trails in a seemingly invincible golf cart on steroids. It inspired confidence that it didn't seem to notice the weight of two good-sized adults. 
The Kubota could drag its own weight over obstacles and out of ditches in slow motion. We stopped to inspect some out-of-place boulders, some with carved initials and dates. One of the things I love about New England is that it's old as dirt.
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| Alien meteorite unless someone tells me otherwise. |
The Kubota could drag its own weight over obstacles and out of ditches in slow motion. We stopped to inspect some out-of-place boulders, some with carved initials and dates. One of the things I love about New England is that it's old as dirt.
And the elders left a lot of ambiguous information.
Strange things in the middle of nowhere. And now, hitchhiker. If he doesn't leave on his own, I will evict him so he can winter someplace appropriate. 
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Sounds like a nice time. That 'golf cart' looks like fun!
sometimes my once upon a time geology major comes in handy: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Glacial_erratic
Love the glass jar....loved seeing your brother.
I was always interested in the geology of the area. So varied, unlike this mud plain I live on now. I could sell big rocks for big bucks if I could get them here. The boulder he's leaning on is very typical of the area. I surmised that stonecutter apprentices went there to pracitce and one up each other. Granite chunks were dropped everywhere as glaciers retreated. You couldn't farm in this area unless you first harvested the stones and built rock walls. But that black one? Iron? We brought back a chunk of that too. Layered right off the top, like shale but much harder. Edges very sharp.
I really need to find something bigger, but it will do for now. Bubba doesn't like his picture taken.
this is just a few miles north of where we were https://hudsonvalleygeologist.blogspot.com/2013/07/north-salem-balanced-rock.html
For me, big adventure!
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