On Batholiths and Long-Distance Relationships
As my train wavered up the Peninsula to my temp-apartment in San Francisco, I was thinking about batholiths. I was thinking about Matthew, who is 809 miles away...
As my train wavered up the Peninsula to my temp-apartment in San Francisco, I was thinking about batholiths. I was thinking about Matthew, who is 809 miles away...
I’m writing this in the middle of a campground 2.5 hours from the nearest major city. My stomach is full of s’mores and my campsite full of the steam of a prope...
Tomorrow morning early I will be starting out on my trip to Lassen Volcanic National Park, a southern approach to the national park I approached from the north ...