My mother[0] was a geologist, and I was raised in an environment, where she was constantly pointing at rocks and terrain, telling me about how they were formed.
I live on Long Island, New York, which is called a “terminal moraine.”[1]
I.e. “glacier poop.”
When you realize that Long Island is 125 miles long, you can appreciate the size of the glacier that created it.
My mother[0] was a geologist, and I was raised in an environment, where she was constantly pointing at rocks and terrain, telling me about how they were formed.
I live on Long Island, New York, which is called a “terminal moraine.”[1]
I.e. “glacier poop.”
When you realize that Long Island is 125 miles long, you can appreciate the size of the glacier that created it.
The Ice Age was AWESOME.
(0] http://cmarshall.com/miscellaneous/SheilaMarshall.htm
[1] https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Terminal_moraine