#limestone mountains

[biology-geology-beaches-india]

TSRNOSS, p 639.

[thewolfnessphotography]

Zugspitze

Bavaria. Germany

[aestum]

(by thechrisbyrne)

[itsabebelife]

Dovedale Stepping Stones, Peak District

[ahedderick]

Rock

This is my favorite rock.

There are other massive limestone chunks about halfway up the mountain, quite some distance away. This one, though, is just sitting at the base of the mountain all by itself. It is perfect for sitting on (or beside). It's incredibly calming. It's a great rock.

[joemomrgneissguy]

theoretically the limestone could have been there first, maybe an ocean inlet? then the mountains formed? anyways that is a sick as hell idea

If this was about those D&D cross sections, I actually still have the original sketches

Looks like I was thinking of faulting exposing a pluton at depth?

But I like your idea though, the limestone can certainly be older. In fact, it would probably make more sense if it was

Back arc basins can also be home to shallow seas every now and again, though that doesn't typically lend itself to limestone, so far as I know

[grimmweepers]

eris :( what a lovely thing to wake up to !!!!!!!!!!!

i immediately fell to my knees when i saw that precious little cat in the middle. I WANNA PICK IT UP AND KISS ITS SWEET FACE

is this how you view me :c BECAUSE EVERYTHING IS SO PRETTY. i see hints of things that i love in each photo, you truly know me so well. oh to wander in the forest and read by a flowing river until my brain is full of words and wisdom. isn’t that the dream?

bottom right hand corner tho -> that’s me leaving kisses on your mirror, actually

[sidiousarchives]

Frank Slide, Turtle Mountain

Paleozoic, Middle Carbonate Unit

Silicate Fossils-likely crinoids

Dolomite, Chert, and Limestone

Frank Slide, Turtle Mountain

[springcatalyst]

thinking oc thoughts. everything comes back to milo being a storyteller

[vaulttecvevo]

starting a rimworld game is like pulling nails istg i spend literal HOURS looking for a good location its torture beyond imagination

[kindheart525]

There was a cave on the rock farm playfully dubbed the “Crying Cave” by the sisters when they were young, a nickname which ended up sticking well into their adulthoods. It was a place where any of the Pies could go, in moments of strife, to cry, scream in anger, or simply think. The crystals were like friends to listen to your problems; they would always be there.

Limestone Pie had avoided lingering here after her father passed, only entering its secluded walls to mine whatever resources she needed and then leave. Even when her other family members took their time in there to mourn, she didn’t need to. Or she just…didn’t have the time for it.

But it was exactly where she knew she’d find her son, who had a lot to think about as of late. And now…so did she.

“Mountain Peak!”

The mare called out in her usual harsh tone, but then attempted to soften her voice.

“You in here?”

“Agh! I mean, yep! I’m here!”

Mounty appeared over a wall of crystals, his eyes widened in surprise. Lime couldn’t quite tell if he flew up there or jumped out of fear.

The colt’s expression shifted to vague disappointment once he saw who it was. He landed on the other side of the wall, now looking guilty.

“I wasn’t gonna be in here for long, I promise! Pinkie Promise! I’ll get back ta work now, what did ya want me to do?”

“Sit down.”

Limestone ordered with the same authority as her own mother, though not as gently. 

“Uh…please. I want to talk. We’ll work later.”

It was like Holder’s Bolder had cracked open in broad daylight. Limestone Pie remembering to say please and thank you!? Postponing work for even a minute!? He jested to himself…but she wanted to talk to him? Honest to Gaia? 

At this point Mounty had almost resigned himself to never having a real conversation with her, but maybe Ma AJ had gotten through to her after all.

“What’s goin’ on?”

He asked, though both of them knew the answer.

Limestone stood in silence for a moment, moving her mouth like she was about to say something but then stopping to reconsider. She wasn’t so good with feelings.

“I…uh…”

Limestone cleared her throat, deciding she wasn’t going to dance around this and drag it out more than she needed to. The colt could handle a straightforward explanation.

“Your Ma talked to me today, while we were out running errands. About how you’ve been behaving and how you’re feeling. You talked to her, right?”

“Yes?”

What are you gettin’ at here?

Mounty was confused as he wondered if he was in for a scolding or a real conversation.

“I know it’s been hard for you since your grandpa, ahem, passed on. And if your Ma’s right, I guess I’ve made it worse. A lot worse.”

A new pang of guilt shot through her as she said this, thinking of how she’d treated him. 

Mounty, the unabashedly good-natured colt he was, opened his mouth like he was about to stop her, say, no, you didn’t, it’s okay. But that would have been a lie.

“Taking apart that machine you built is probably the worst thing.”

Limestone started going through the list in her head of things to apologize for,  one by one, without fooling around.

“You didn’t take time off from work to build that thing. It even got you your cutie mark. It showed a lot of craftponyship and planning, and you should be proud. Even though I didn’t agree with the purpose, I shouldn’t have gotten all pissed off like that. I wouldn’t like it if somepony destroyed my hard days’ work like that.”

“It ain’t about the slide.”

Mounty frowned.

“I could build a new one o’ those no problem. It’s all those nasty things you said, ‘bout how I wasn’t doin’ anythin’ useful with mah cutie mark. An’ how I was disrespectin’ not only Grandpa but the whole family. Don’t you remember? That hurt somethin’ awful.”

“Yeah…”

Limestone cringed at herself, not just for what she said but how she was trying to talk her way around these more deeply-cutting actions of hers.

“That was bad, even for me. And it isn’t even true. Look—“

She sat up straighter to look him squarely in the eye.

“It took me a long time to realize this but I was wrong. About a lot of things. Like what your Grandpa would have wanted. If your Grandma and Great Aunt Morganite know anything, it’s that he would have liked that slide of yours. And…I’m sorry I tried making you think otherwise.”

Apologizing was extremely hard for Limestone, so she broke her gaze and turned away, hardly wanting to look at the colt she’d wronged.

“Thank you.”

Mounty said.

“An’ even though I had my doubts sometimes, I reckon I always knew he woulda liked it. Y’see, the Hearth’s Warmin’ before he passed, Grandpa an’ I had a bit of time together, and we talked a bit. He said I had a mighty important role ta fill on the farm, that I’d help it flourish an’ be an asset the the family.”

“Did he?”

Limestone uttered.

“Yeah. I reckon I took that ta heart, tryin’ ta fill that role an’ make him proud ever since. Even when uh…some ponies said I wasn’t doin’ it right.”

Mounty didn’t want to be confrontational and say that it was really only Limestone who said this, but she knew what he meant.

“Damn. I spent this whole time trying to make him proud too. When all I’ve really been…”

Her voice choked up.

“Is an insult to his memory.”

She slammed her hat down on the ground, throwing it almost like it was something foreign, something that didn’t belong to her.

“He…I talked to him too. Did you know that? He told me to take care of our family and protect what we stand for. And…and I did anything but that!”

Mounty wasn’t sure what she was doing at first, with her face concealed behind the smooth silver curtain of her mane. Perhaps scolding herself in the anger that was typical of her. But no…she was crying.

This was a long time coming, yet it was so unusual that he didn’t know what to do. He’d never seen his Mom even shed a tear before now. After a few moments of letting her sit there and let it out, he whispered,

“You really do miss yer Pa, don’t you?”

“He…he taught me everything I know.”

Limestone sniffled, wiping her eyes.

“At least, he tried to. I don’t know how much I learned. I wish he were still here, to teach me all this again. I’d actually listen this time. I swear to Gaia.”

She turned to look at her son.

“Maybe then I’d figure out how to actually support my foals so they don’t keep having to run off to this stupid Crying Cave.”

“Well…there ain’t nopony sayin’ ya can’t start now.”

Mounty tried to reassure her.

“I’m sure he’ll be proud seein’ ya try. I’m sure he did appreciate you always thinkin’ of him even if you…didn’t always get it right.”

He smiled.

“But we’re both in this cave now. I reckon we both need it?”

Normally Lime would have scolded him about talking back to her, for suggesting she wasn’t doing her job right. For a split second she did think of it, but he was right. She had just admitted it herself. She had a lot of work to do.

And she had to be the adult and be there for him.

“I’ll try to figure it out myself, but don’t be scared to tell me when there’s a better way to do things if I don’t get it. Even if I’m all rocky and jagged about it.”

She chuckled at the pun.

“You’ll have to be able to take charge if you’re going to run this farm one day.”

Mounty gasped.

“Really? Me?”

“If Grandpa wills it, it will be so.”

She affirmed.

“Give me that.”

She gestured towards his bow tie, which he took off after a brief look of questioning.

And to his surprise, the mare who wouldn’t dare alter her father’s belongings tied the pink ribbon around his hat for a whole new look.

“Your Grandpa would be so proud of you, Mounty. You have all the creativity and care I now know was always in him. He was right, you’re one of the best things to ever happen to this farm and this family.”

At this point she was crying again and so was Mounty, with happiness this time. They could both feel their love for their respective Pa and Grandpa reflected in each other, more strongly than ever.

Mounty moved in for a hug, one that was much needed, with his wings and forelegs wrapped fully around his mother who finally returned the gesture.

After a good long moment, Limestone’s quivering lips turned up into a playful smirk.

“Now…what do you say we go rebuild that slide?”

She pushed the hat down on his head, prompting a fit of laughter.

“Haha! You think we can do it as good?”

“We might even make it better. Just lead the way, farmer.”

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[biology-geology-beaches-india]

TSRNOSS, p 627.

[thewolfnessphotography]

On the mountain top in Bavaria

Garmisch-Partenkirchen. Germany

[thorsenmark]

To Stand in Wonder in Carlsbad Caverns National Park by Mark Stevens Via Flickr: Big Room Trail-44 An image captured while walking the Big Room Trail in Carlsbad Caverns National Park with a view towards an amazing display of underground formations.

[emmanuelbagac]

Tanay, Rizal and General Nakar, Quezon

Major jumpoff: Brgy. Daraitan (village centre), Tanay Minor jumpoff: Sitio Cablao Brgy. Pagsangahan, General Nakar LLA: 14°36′48.5′′N 121°26′19.5′′ E, 739 MASL (+600) Days required / Hours to summit: 1 day / 2.5-4 hours

Specs: Minor climb, Difficulty 4/9, Trail class 1-3 Features: Tropical forest, limestone formations, river trek

Mt. Daraitan is a gem at the heart of the great Sierra Madre mountain range which sits near the border of Tanay, Rizal, and General Nakar, Quezon. It offers a relaxing view like Daraitan river, sea of clouds, and picturesque Sierra Madre Mountain range. It is situated in Tanay, Rizal's Barangay Daraitan. Mt. Daraitan rises to a height of 739 meters (2,424 feet) above sea level. The area boasts the best that nature has to offer, from clear rivers and lovely caves—an approximately 100-year-old structure made of pillar and pebble rocks—to a great view of the Sierra Madre mountain range and the lovely Tinipak River. The hike up is a (mostly) straightforward 600-meter ascent that might feel steep to those not used to hiking. There are, however, plenty of holds and the trail is well-maintained.

[ahedderick]

   Back at Dan’s Rock for another climbing / picture-taking expedition. The sun was too harsh on Wednesday for some of the shots my son wanted to get. Today’s overcast was good for photos, and I had sneakers instead of hiking boots, so I was a little more stable! The vast quantities of graffiti all over the rocks take away from the view a bit.

Scrambling, hopping, stepping carefully along, here.

So I just need to walk out There, and then hop to the right over that gap and

back to the ledge. It didn’t smell of goat today. There MUST be feral ones in the area.

   This photo is from a different angle; atop the 17-foot boulder that he was climbing. The flat rock face doesn’t look like it had anything to hold on to. However, I am not a rock climber (or a goat), so I’m at a disadvantage. There are small chunks of broken glass everywhere, here; decades-worth of trash. It was distinctly colder than before, but we got the shots he wanted and hiked briskly out. Between two trips here and the apple tree pruning Thursday, I have had my fill of climbing and clinging for the week.

Time for a nap.