Thursday, July 30, 2015
Thursday, July 23, 2015
Sarah, what are you doing?
I ask myself this more regularly than I'd care to admit. And the ugly truth is that I don't know exactly. But what I do know is what I think I am going to do. Well, this could be very dangerous. Just like in life, in science, these are two very distinct things.
The simplest answer is that I'm going on a 47 day trip to Finland to collect samples for my PhD (how ridiculous is that?). I land in Helsinki and then a few days later I'll head north to Santa's village, Sodankyla. Although, I hear he's taken a liking to the trending geriatric getaway that is Florida. I'm assured it's not for the sport of alligator hunting (or is that crocodiles?). Anyways, I'm headed slightly north of the arctic circle all for the purpose of continental reconstruction. Remember Pangea? Well, we're working to reconstruct a supercontinent called Superia that came well before. Pangea, at ~270 - 200 million years old, is a baby compared to Superia. The rocks I'll be looking at could date back to 2500 - 2050 million years old. Our beautiful Earth has been alive for a very long time and I find that absolutely fascinating.
So the rocks that I want to look at aren't actually what THE Superia supercraton were made of exactly... instead, that's what my rocks are sitting on. So the idea goes that we had these continents as happy as can be just floating along. All of a sudden we get magmatic activity and that activity (resulting in the magmatic rocks that I will study) is what drove continental breakup.
But why? Why did continental break up occur then? And why did continents form in the first place? All these questions. I could go into more detail but I've got a pizza in the oven that needs my attention.
There's a lesson on priority.
The simplest answer is that I'm going on a 47 day trip to Finland to collect samples for my PhD (how ridiculous is that?). I land in Helsinki and then a few days later I'll head north to Santa's village, Sodankyla. Although, I hear he's taken a liking to the trending geriatric getaway that is Florida. I'm assured it's not for the sport of alligator hunting (or is that crocodiles?). Anyways, I'm headed slightly north of the arctic circle all for the purpose of continental reconstruction. Remember Pangea? Well, we're working to reconstruct a supercontinent called Superia that came well before. Pangea, at ~270 - 200 million years old, is a baby compared to Superia. The rocks I'll be looking at could date back to 2500 - 2050 million years old. Our beautiful Earth has been alive for a very long time and I find that absolutely fascinating.
So the rocks that I want to look at aren't actually what THE Superia supercraton were made of exactly... instead, that's what my rocks are sitting on. So the idea goes that we had these continents as happy as can be just floating along. All of a sudden we get magmatic activity and that activity (resulting in the magmatic rocks that I will study) is what drove continental breakup.
But why? Why did continental break up occur then? And why did continents form in the first place? All these questions. I could go into more detail but I've got a pizza in the oven that needs my attention.
There's a lesson on priority.
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Memory lane
Thinking back on a full decade of travel it's hard to believe the fortune I've already had. In lieu of my upcoming trip to Finland I thought it would be fun, albeit horribly cliche, to revisit the places I've seen. Before outright bragging begins I'd like to say that I am incredibly thankful for those memories and for the people who made them so special. To those responsible for organizing trips, roommates who unknowingly signed on for months of living with me (a grand total 15 people who've actually agreed to live with me before getting to know me. You brave, wonderful souls) and to my parents, grandparents, and brother for innumerable trips to and from the airport, thank you.
Spain, 2005. |
My luck continued into my undergrad when I spent not one but two fantastic summers in Gros Morne National Park, Newfoundland and Labrador. My job with parks Canada, as a GIS assistant, was thanks to the Young Canada Works program, something that I believe has since been unfortunately cut from the government budget. It's in Gros Morne that I gained the experience with GIS that eventually led me to a Masters thesis on Venusian geology.
Western brook pond fiord just at the beginning of the long range traverse. Newfoundland and GMNP remains my most favourite place and I'm perfectly fine with that never changing. July 2008. |
My partner in all things silly, Allison, near a glacier in Southern Iceland. August 2009 |
Many summer nights were spent on the rooftop with this view on to Dundas street west and the AGO. Summer 2010 |
A beautiful sunset looking onto Contwoyto Lake on one of my first nights in Nunavut, September 2012. |
They're fluffy and I love them. October 2012 |
From a helicopter to boot. October 2012 |
The Aurora Borealis on a cold evening, November 2012 |
Just after sunrise around 9:30 am or so, November 2012. |
And then . . .
My contract with the exploration company ended in December of 2012 and I returned home to Ottawa, enjoyed Christmas vacation and, of course, attended a rather eventful New Years Eve party. There, a chance conversation with a friend led to a full time job as a geologist at a small gold mine in the Chilean Andes.
One of my first days on the job, January 2013. |
A beautiful summer morning, February 2014. |
The view from my core logging office, January 2014 |
This was taken just before I planned to visit my family in June of 2013. We got over 11 m of snow that season (while it sounds like a lot, that was actually below average ). |
I lived in South America for a year and half. I learned Spanish. I learned that Spanish is best understood after a glass of red wine (and that pisco is best enjoyed in moderation). I ran a marathon in Torres del Paine and I walked the Inca trail in Peru. I was introduced to Salteñas in Bolivia and I ate a steak the size of my head in Mendoza.
A view of what I believe is Lago Toro at the starting line of my first marathon. It was very early in the morning. September 2013. |
At a stop along the way to Machu Picchu, March 2014. |
Boats at the harbour in Puno Bolivia on Lake Titicaca, April 2014. |
At the Uyuni Salt flats, April 2014. |
Arbol de piedra, Bolivia. April 2014. |
Geothermal fields that remind me of Iceland. Bolivia, April 2014. |
At the Ninu Mayu Dinosaur footprints. A little puppy followed us a very long way. April 2014 |
She was full of energy! April 2014 |
At one of my last stops in Argentina I visited Purmarca, which boasts this stunning hillside known as the mountain of 7 colours. May 2014 |
Since moving back to Ottawa a little over a year ago I haven't gone on any more long term wild adventures. Last summer, after about a month in and around Timmins, I got to see a snapshot of the Ungava Peninsula, a barren but incredibly beautiful landscape. A geologist's dream considering the outcrop exposure. And then there's Colorado. I've now skied and hiked there. It's also a geologist's dream - ghost towns, outcrop and microbrew.
On my new pair of cross country skis (and my birthday), November 2014. |
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