I am finally at home on a Sunday, participating in Mel's Show n Tell again!
In looking out over the mountains recently, I saw many bald spots. All modern in my thinking, I thought perhaps they were shameful examples of deforesting gone bad. Or some kind of small operation mining. They almost looked like vertical beaches.
Finally from one of the overlook plaques, I learned that the rocky, bald areas are called talus. Apparently others call it scree and say it is loose rock found at the base of a cliff. Along Skyline Drive, these areas are not along the base of a cliff, though, so I do not think they came crashing down from the top of a cliff, breaking into small pieces, unless that cliff existed millions of years ago and left rubble until today.
After I read the description of talus at the overlook, I began focusing my camera on shots of more talus, or taluses, or tali. (?)
Okay, call it obsessing. One mountain, Old Rag, is pretty much named for its raggity talus appearance. Many others have talus blemishes and there were also lots of examples right on I-81, with no cliff in sight.
My story for the day is my new word of the month: talus. And I present you with plenty of examples.
We loved driving the day we missed the rain, but we saw oodles of low clouds in the short distance.
Thank you for suffering through yet another mountain post. You know it's not the last.