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Rocks, Sunday 21 November 2023

 

I love rocks, and maps. And maps of rocks.  Mountains are basically really big rocks, This trip was on the Antarctic Peninsula. This is in the western part of the continent. It is largely volcanic and associated with the Andes mountain that run down the west side of South America.

This post doesn't have much to say, just a few comments with some of the photos. Enjoy.

Blogger is not happy with my choice of map, so here is a link to a good one: Map from Wikipedia 



My greatest frustration on this trip, like on the Galapagos, is we were not allowed to pick up rocks. Not even tiny pebbles. It is a biosecurity thing, but I secretly suspect that they worry about when they have to off load my luggage. 

Typical of most of our hikes
snow surrounded by huge rocks.


Look at the penguins, think about how they walk.
They have to navigate over all of these rocks to get to the land places
where they nest.

This was one of our dry landings.  
I failed to get a good shot of
the zodiac.

This raw basalt is scoured by ice. 
Nothing grows on it.



I wish I could convey the feeling
of how small we were surrounded
by towering rock.




Lichen. Oooh, something plant like.
More on lichen later


Can you see the tiny pebbles embedded
in the boot sole?
These had to be cleaned completely
or risk being called to the walk of shame for further cleaning.

Rocks or seals. 
Sometimes hard to tell












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