I've been very fortunate to be able to spend a lot of my life wandering and exploring, dogs following along, living in the moment and enjoying the place where I feel happiest—the wilderness. I've never had much money, but then I don't need much.
But there's always a nagging feeling that I need to be doing something—probably a remnant of past brainwashing, which is hard to ditch. So, I sometimes post on this blog or work on a book or take a road trip somewhere new, if I have the money, or take a class here and there, and it seems to satisfy the itch for awhile—maybe a week or two.
My past education was primarily in anthropology and linguistics, but I've found myself returning to my first love—geology. My grandfather had a huge pile of rocks in his yard—as a game warden, he was out and about a lot, finding cool stuff.
He inspired me to start my own collection when I was just a wee lass, and I've had numerous rock collections through the years, including some beautiful rocks I "collected" at various gem and rock shows in Tucson.
I always end up giving them away or donating them to some museum or college, as owning rocks and fossils is kind of the antithesis to traveling light. For example, the Museum of Western Colorado has a nice collection of insect fossils I collected from the Green River Formation, one of only a few places in the world where ancient insects have been preserved.
Anyway, I've been working on a degree in geology and now have a minor in it. I love science and find I'm happiest when I'm out doing fieldwork of some kind, which combines my love of the wilds with a sense of purpose.
So, on that note, I'm now going off into a whole new direction and will be doing some actual geology fieldwork in southeast Utah. This will take me into places with no internet signals, so I may not be posting on this blog very often, though I still hope to keep it going with an occasional post.
So, I'm off on a new kind of adventure—wish me luck!