Monthly Archives: April 2021

April Fools’ Gold

The View is reeling these days from the fast-paced, hectic, thrill-a-minute, prestochango world of local geology. I haven’t been blogging because I’m too busy learning from the rapidly changing land. I feel like the boy Wart, being given his lessons in Deep Time by old Merlin. Every time I set foot on a trail in this remarkable Valley, puzzled by its mysteries — suddenly, there, in this hillside, or that chasm, or lying at my feet, I find a stunning new revelation of whatever point of ignorance I’ve been working my brain around. Which then brings up a hundred new questions! I’ve broken a couple computers web-searching Chinese papers on “convergent accretion wedges.”

Mostly I’ve been baffled lately by “mineralization,” that strange alchemy that apparently creates lead, zinc, copper, silver, gold…and pyrite and molybdenum and arsenic and graphite and uranium and all the rest. It’s apparently a phreatic process that is dependent upon fine changes in the water table. Iron, sulfur, and carbon dissolved in water deep under the mountains periodically boils or bubbles or cold-seeps up through the rocks (or, sands, it turns out…remember gold nuggets in creek beds?). When the pressure drops or the temperature or acidity become too much for it, the water vapor trapped in the rocks goes pffft! up a long spout of the loosest conglomerates; and the metals and salts dissolved in the water precipitate out over or into the cracks of the surrounding rocks, where, if the type of country rock sitting there is right, makes more al-chemistry take place, creating more and more amazing minerals.

This process, I have been reading about but couldn’t comprehend in the slightest! Maybe you can’t either, to read that paragraph. But I found a demonstration on the surface, just a few hours after it happened, and I was so excited I must share it with Patient Reader. I won’t explain further, just bear in mind the above facts, and accept that geology is now and didn’t happen in the past. View on.

…wonderful east. Hallo, what’s that gleaming in the path?

I became instantly irate about the obvious prank vandalism of kids with spray-cans — loathing as I do the graffiti appearing on rocks EVERYWHERE these days, especially with the kids out of school during COVID. Trying to fool people…! But then again, it’s right where mineralization, I think, has been happening. What’s further up the path? How’s the griffone?

I had come there looking to see if the griffone was still there. Was it? Yes…

The vent is the lower crack with the burnt twigs. To the left is murmuring sand from carbonated water or boiling steam. It blew the stream of fluid right under the extruding gneiss vein, which got washed and transformed by that coppery-green-gold finish, like the rocks on the ridge. Fluid is venting from the crease right where the trail meets the slope. The theory is, since the road cut interrupted the flow to the dome, the spot just in the crease of the road was the first place this highly pressured deep earth fluid found an opening to low surface air pressure, where it went poof! leaving the heavy minerals sprayed on the rock and sand — exactly like a kid with a spray can! In this case I’m pretty sure that what I found is chalcopyrite, the chief copper ore, and along with iron pyrite, one of the true “fools’ golds.”

For a guy who has been blundering around lately collecting mineralized ore samples to pound out and pan down looking for a few gold flakes…a process I DON’T EVER WANT TO REPEAT…

…I’ll take the fools’ gold, and the free lesson in Golden State geology, picked up off the trail side float. Gee whillikers, watch this space. Marvellous and strange things are happening in the Valley, and the View is on it!

How Dry I Am

Adenostoma fasciculatum: pride of the CFP; stalwart pillar of its chaparral community; bellwether of the habitat.

Wired has an interesting article on drought and climate change; it tells how California ecologists use the timing of the browning-out of chamise blossoms, to track soil moisture in the dry season. (Spoiler: they’re predicting a doozy of a fire season this year.)

https://www.wired.com/story/the-humble-shrub-thats-predicting-a-terrible-fire-season/

August 8, 2020, El Escorpión

CHAMISE; 1846. From the Spanish, chamiza. The date (from Merriam-Webster) invites my speculation, that it was none other than Col. John C. Fremont, of the U.S. Army Corps of Topographical Engineers, who gave it its charmingly Franco-inflected English name.

April Follies

UPDATE: I found I snapped a shot with a hummingbird among the penstemon! Do look.

Lunch after! Damon tries to show Janet how to read the “menu” — which is an app that keys to that little card on the table. Folly! Sheerest folly.
Utter folly: she must keep hovering to sip, she must keep sipping to hover. At day’s end, what has she gained? Only tomorrow; another spring day to waste flitting the flowery fields. Girlfriend should work smarter, not harder. (She won’t, sigh.)
What kind of fool am I? Ito, the flaneur of the motor court.

Spring Forward

NEW *IMPROVED* THOUSANDTH POST!

[Patient Reader, I took a good month off posting; not that it was a good month. Besides civilization and its discontents, there were tech troubles, with software and hard; I’ll spare you the gory details. Consider that I deleted that series of geology posts that had been leading the View, unknowing, towards a brilliant idea. Recall how, marveling at recent changes in the land, and inspired by the synergy of Pres. Biden’s initiative in protecting public lands, I proposed a Nat’l Geologic Monument for the upper LA River watershed. It is an important idea, one that, upon re-View, deserves a more serious appeal than my slapdash bloggery. So, watch this space for the link to a new glossy website specifically promoting the SFVNatGeoMon, soon to appear, with the View’s epic photography.]

Meanwhile (thank Thoth and Damey), via a new set of tin-cans-on-strings rigged to the old conch shell, hot-wired to the rusty TV aerial up on the roof, the View is Back. Well, why not give the New Optimism a try? Trashing a few gloomy public-affairs posts, I have re-set to Post 1,000, and offer this carefree album of Views I’ve had but you’ve missed, this Spring, 2021.