Aphrodisiac Spring

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He named the place Aphrodisiac Spring. Over the decades, a stretch at a time, he completely circumambulated the skyline of Jackson Hole, camping where darkness came upon him, casting grasshoppers or Mormon crickets to catch his dinner. There were trout in the streams as big as Virginia hams. Sometimes zakelijke energie vergelijken he preferred grouse. (“I could throw a geology hammer through the air and easily knock off a blue grouse or a sage chicken. In season, of course. Hammer-throwing season. In the Absarokas, I threw at rattlesnakes, too. I don’t kill rattlesnakes anymore. I’ve come to realize they’re a part of the natural scene, and I don’t want to upset it.”) He carried no gun. He carried a bear bell instead. One day, when he forgot the bell, a sow grizzly stood up out of nowhere-six feet tall-and squinted at him. Suddenly, his skin felt dry and tight. (“Guess who went away.”) A number of times, he was charged by moose. He climbed a tree. On one occasion, there was no tree. He and the moose were above timberline. He happened to be on the higher ground, so he rolled boulders at the moose. One of them shattered, and sprayed the moose with shrapnel. (“The moose thought it over, and left.”) The Gros Ventre River entered the valley almost opposite the high Teton peaks. A short way up the Gros Ventre was a denuded mountainside, where seventy-five million tons of rock had recently avalanched and dammed the river. He saw glacial grooves running north-south, and remembered the levees that kept the Snake from spilling west. This suggested to him that the valley floor had tilted westward since the glacier went by. Curvilinear pine-covered mounds cupped the valley’s various lakes and zakelijke energie held them close to the Tetons. Each lake was at the foot of a canyon. Evidently, alpine glaciers had come down the canyons to drop their moraines in the valley and, melting backward, fill the lakes. Some of the effects of ice were as fresh as that; others were less and less discernible, dating back from one episode of glaciation to another, separated by tens of thousands of years. Love’s son Charlie, who teaches geology and anthropology at Western Wyoming Community College, was hiking one day in i967 along the ridgelines of the Gros Ventre Mountains when he discovered boulders whose source bedrock was fifty miles away in the Absaroka Range. If they were glacial, as they seemed to be, they recorded an episode until then unknown, and of greater magnitude than any other. The evidence remains scant, but what else could have carried those boulders fifty miles and set them down on mountain summits at ten thousand feet? David answered the question by coining the term “ghost glaciation.”

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