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A picture of me, going around the bend.
This area is known as the Mima mounds
It's in Washington, I think.
Nobody can figure out what they are or how they got there.
It's just lumps of dirt.
And, in a greater sense, aren't we all?
With grass growing atop?
A picture of me, going around the bend.
This area is known as the Mima mounds
It's in Washington, I think.
Nobody can figure out what they are or how they got there.
It's just lumps of dirt.
And, in a greater sense, aren't we all?
With grass growing atop?
Labels: Grass
posted by Lane Savant at 8:13 AM
41 Comments:
Hey Lane:
The hydrologic system of the Mima Mounds Prairie in Thurston County Washington is composed of a gently sloping outwash plain. Mima Mounds Prairie, a Puget Sound lowland, provides a large area with a high infiltration rate due to the porous, permeable soil and underlying gravel. This study determined the actual evapotranspiration using the Bowen ratio energy balance method. Data for the calculations of evapotranspiration were collected once every week from April 2001 through June 2001. The evapotranspiration rate from the grass-covered area for the months of April and May ranged from 3.4 to 23.7 millimeters per day
Walk around weird, wildflower-covered hillocks in southwest Washington.
One of Earth's strangest landscapes can be found in the humble pastures near Littlerock, Washington, 12 miles south of Olympia. The Mima Mounds, at Mima Prairie, look like a sea of giant, half-buried bowling balls 8 feet tall and 30 feet across.
"There's no obvious reason why they should be there," says University of Washington geology professor Bernard Hallet. Indeed, after two centuries of speculation, scientists are still baffled by the mounds' origin and magnitudebefore agriculture and development encroached, the mounds extended a remarkable 20 square miles.
You can ponder the Mima Mounds' quirky mystery as well as Mima Prairie's unusual ecosystem at a 450-acre preserve set aside by the Washington State Department of Natural Resources. Call for a schedule of the Nature Conservancy's monthly guided nature walks to learn about the native prairieone of the rarest ecosystems in Washington.
If you'd rather explore on your own, start at the mound-shaped interpretative kiosk. From here, a second-level deck looks out over miles of neat, oblong hillocks covered with tawny grasses, purple camass, and blue violets. Listen for the bubbling, flute-like song of the western meadowlark, and watch for ground-nesting savannah sparrows, western bluebirds, and northern harriers.
From the kiosk, a network of easy hiking trails wend their way through the mounds. Start on the 1/2-mile paved, wheelchair-accessible nature path; from here you can branch onto a 2-mile loop trail. As you explore, consider the two most viable current theories for the mounds' formation: Some geologists believe that violent earthquakes shook the loose prairie soils into neat heaps. Zoologists have also studied this area extensively; some believe that ancient potato-size pocket gophers created the mounds over generations of frenzied territorial construction. Most other theories that these are Native American burial mounds, for examplehave been refuted.
Perhaps, after a visit, you'll come up with your own theory for these strange mounds.
More on the mounds:
WHERE: From I-5, take exit 95 and then Maytown Rd. SW west through Littlerock. After 3.8 miles, turn right on Waddell Creek Rd. Continue 1 mile to Mima Mounds Natural Area Preserve.
And THAT is about ALL anyone would ever need to know about the Mima Mounds. Actually Mima Mounds sounds the name of a stripper I saw in White Center several decades ago.
As to your paen to poetry, it was harder to find some in this posting; but I managed:
The Mounds of Destiny
This area
is known as the
Mima Mounds.
It’s in
Washington,
I think.
Nobody
can figure out
what they are,
or how they
got there.
They are just
lumps of dirt;
and
in a larger sense,
aren’t we all?
With grass
growing on top.
Doug Palmer April 2008
Pretty tricky, enit?
Glenn
You know:
It was hard to find the poetic heartbeat of your latest posting, but somehow I persevered, and look what emerged:
The Mounds of Destiny
This area
is known as the
Mima Mounds.
It’s in
Washington,
I think.
Nobody
can figure out
what they are,
or how they
got there.
They are just
lumps of dirt;
and
in a larger sense,
aren’t we all?
With grass
growing on top.
Doug Palmer April 2008
This, too, has found a home on FFTR, with a different pic of the mounds.
The hydrologic system of the Mima Mounds Prairie in Thurston County Washington is composed of a gently sloping outwash plain. Mima Mounds Prairie, a Puget Sound lowland, provides a large area with a high infiltration rate due to the porous, permeable soil and underlying gravel. This study determined the actual evapotranspiration using the Bowen ratio energy balance method. Data for the calculations of evapotranspiration were collected once every week from April 2001 through June 2001. The evapotranspiration rate from the grass-covered area for the months of April and May ranged from 3.4 to 23.7 millimeters per day.
Walk around weird, wildflower-covered hillocks in southwest Washington.
One of Earth's strangest landscapes can be found in the humble pastures near Littlerock, Washington, 12 miles south of Olympia. The Mima Mounds, at Mima Prairie, look like a sea of giant, half-buried bowling balls 8 feet tall and 30 feet across.
"There's no obvious reason why they should be there," says University of Washington geology professor Bernard Hallet. Indeed, after two centuries of speculation, scientists are still baffled by the mounds' origin and magnitudebefore agriculture and development encroached, the mounds extended a remarkable 20 square miles.
You can ponder the Mima Mounds' quirky mystery as well as Mima Prairie's unusual ecosystem at a 450-acre preserve set aside by the Washington State Department of Natural Resources. Call for a schedule of the Nature Conservancy's monthly guided nature walks to learn about the native prairieone of the rarest ecosystems in Washington.
If you'd rather explore on your own, start at the mound-shaped interpretative kiosk. From here, a second-level deck looks out over miles of neat, oblong hillocks covered with tawny grasses, purple camass, and blue violets. Listen for the bubbling, flute-like song of the western meadowlark, and watch for ground-nesting savannah sparrows, western bluebirds, and northern harriers.
From the kiosk, a network of easy hiking trails wend their way through the mounds. Start on the 1/2-mile paved, wheelchair-accessible nature path; from here you can branch onto a 2-mile loop trail. As you explore, consider the two most viable current theories for the mounds' formation: Some geologists believe that violent earthquakes shook the loose prairie soils into neat heaps. Zoologists have also studied this area extensively; some believe that ancient potato-size pocket gophers created the mounds over generations of frenzied territorial construction. Most other theories that these are Native American burial mounds, for examplehave been refuted.
Perhaps, after a visit, you'll come up with your own theory for these strange mounds.
Personally, I think Mima Mounds was the name of a stripper I saw in 1969 in La.
Glenn
Hey Dude:
I remember those mounds! I ran over a bunch of them in my hog on early morning. There was a bunch of us, and we thought it was like a carnival ride, up and down, oh yeah. Too bad the state bulls did not agree with us. My agent chewed my ass for that stunt.
Eddy Emerald
You remember a Roger Corman flick called BURIED ALIVE, early 60's,with Ray Milland. It was not that, heck, it was PREMATURE BURIAL. Anyway, I think it was an American International movie, shown mostly in drive ins in your Northwest. Corman was always making bad ass flicks stealing the titles and some plots from my poetry and books. Those mounds look very much like Ray Milland could still be in one of them; perhaps Jimmy Hoffa, and Tammy Faye Baker as well.
Edgar Allen Poo.
Actually those mounds look very much like the mounds I died on at the Little Big Horn, enit?
George A. Custer
Actually the Mima Mounds are a form of earth blemish that rarely occurs in such vastness. The magma pores are too large there, and all kinds of crud gets into them, and the unsightly swelling shows up as mounds.
Stephen Hawking
What's Up Doc:
These lovely mounds are merely old rabbit warrens that were left from prehistoric bunnies.
Bugs B.
Actually, Doug, you could have put together a very sensual poem about those feminine mounds, if you really wanted to. I know that you were sorely tempted.
.......Emily
I just got back from Africa. I shot an elephant in my pajamas. What he was doing in my pajamas, and why he had strange mounds on his legs, I have no idea.
Groucho
Actually, the Mima Mounds were there for an eternity. One of our scouts saw them 90 years ago, and that is how the Mars bar became the Mounds bar.
Brown & Haley
You know punk, dat lawn would be a bitch to mow! Have you seen my neffew yet?
Vido
Viewing those mounds is what gave Howard Hughes the inspiration to create my Bra.
Jane Russell
I think it is disgusting how so many of you are comparing these fine features of nature to dirty parts of women.
Elton John
These mounds remind me of my old back yard, wherein I discovered the many golden plates of Moses.
Joseph Smith
If you look hard enough, people, you can still find me. I ain't in one of those stupid clods of dirt neither!
Jimmy H.
I think that
I shall never see,
a mound
as pretty
as me.
.....Emily
Actually Doug;
These mounds remind me of my back yard in Sumner. It is getting harder and harder to mow properly. I really need to find someone to look at this situation.
Glenn
If a fella ran full out over those humps, he would get all shook up!
E. the King
I find it significant that no queers have weighed in on this posting. Hurrah, and God Bless America.
George W. Bush
I resemble that remark, big boy. No one with your power should be allowed, or should admit to such blatent homophilia.
Truman C.
Christ Palmer:
Who really gives a rat's ass about some lumps of dirt turned into a state park. Just another example of sissy boy blogging.
Gov Arnold S.
I take exception with the comment made by Butch, I think it was, that all these comments resemble the graffetti on the men's room walls above the urinal. Actually I have had several wonderful dates from calling those numbers.
Richard Chamberlain
This whole goddamned blog runs through me like crap through a goose! Clean it up! Square it away! Or I will be the one to slap the piss out of you.
G. Patton
Your blog, sir, is a fine reason for why doves cry. I should know. I will take a dare, or change my name on occasion.
The artist formally known as Prince.
Any one who reads this perverted and sinful blog will survive this life. They will burn in hell's fire. And that is a guarantee.
Pat Robertson
I hate to see a blog posting with 000 on the comments button. Perhaps, this being poetry month, your blogging posse should take the time to read my poem: LEAVES OF GRASS.
Walt Whitman
Fuggedaabout it!
Anthony Saprano
PS: Pay attention to Vido. He can be a harsh bastard if you cross him.
These mounds remind me of the way Gettysburg looked one year after the battle. Kind of creeps me out to think about it.
Stephen Crane
No, these mounds remind me of John Wayne Gacy's back yard after he had his way with dozens of sick young boys.
Ted Bundy
Walter:
Long time no hear, or speak, or visit. Why don't you get off your ample backside and pop over for tea one of these afternoons. You know where I live, big boy. You know who has the body electric!
......Emily
There you go again, you shameless slut. Whitman is not interested in you. He just likes you to recite your poems to him. He does not have the damned patience to sit there and let me recite mine.
Edgar A. Poo
You know, I once had a scalp disease that looked those mounds.
Groucho
You know, no one is asking for your repeated butt-ins, Marx. Where the hell are your brothers, by the way. I haven't seen them in ages? I remind you, never give a sucker an even break.
William Claude Dunkenfields
Honk, honk:
Honk, honkhonkhonk, H O N K !!!!
Harpo
Those green mounds look a lot like a meadow on the ranch in Bracketville where I was while filming THE ALAMO. I caught Frankie Avalon making it with Linda Crystal. Really irritated me too. She was just the kind of dark dusky jewel I liked to pluck.
Duke Wayne
That looks a lot like the field where the Big Bopper and I bit the big one.
Buddy Holly
Are you talkin' to me? Are YOU talkin to me? Hey, there's nobody else here!
Travis Bickle
Do you feel lucky, punk? Well if you do, just keep putting out stupid blog postings and see what it gets you!
Squint Eastwood
How could the simplicity of your last three blog postings have supercharged the other world, and this dimension, into to such a whirlwind of activity and commenting; something like more than 50 of them!
I guess because many of them are short and anonymous, it becomes easier. I think that you're right, pal, Poo & Emily fight like the Bickersons, like an old married couple. I wonder who performed the service? Did Eddy E. have a girlfriend? He doesn't talk about her if that is true. You would think the likes of Custer, Patton, and Walt Whitman would be commenting on fancier or more esoteric blog sites, wouldn't you? It certainly is cool to create such a dervish of dialogue. It becomes scary for me when the homosexual brothers start squaring off with each other. They can be so bitchy. Sort of puts Emily out of contention for bitchiness. Or Poo. Or me. Or you.
Anyway, Palmer gives great mounds, and obviously everyone digs it.
Glenn
My babe's name was Moondust. She was older than me, ex-hippy chick that would do anything for a man; especially a rock and roll star, or sort of one like I was. She loved motorcyles, and she and I rode all over the country on my Super Glide. Thank God she was not on the back of it when I launched myself off the viaduct into Puget Sound. She was a California girl. I found her working in a topless bar in San Francisco. She had, probably still has, a terrific rack on her. She was a real blonde, head to toe and all stops in between. She was a poet, a writer, and a song lyricist. She worked with me some on lyrics included on SIDEBURNS. She was kind of like Pamela Anderson, but prettier, with real eyebrows. She was way smarter than me, but she never rubbed it in; just enjoyed my manliness, my machismo, all that stuff chicks, real women, love in a man, she loved in me. Her mother was dead, and her Dad was a cop up here, in Concrete, WA. He was a piece of work. I liked calling her Moondust, but her real name was Katherine I think. Her father called her Katy once. She and I had a real knockdoewn dragout arguement the night I bought the farm. I was high, shit-faced, and way past stupid. I was hitting more than 125mph when I went over that railing and sailed over Ivar's. Anyway, yeah, I had a girl, Butch, a real babe, and her name was Moondust.
Eddy Emerald
Hallo, Y'All!
Thanks to all of you for not misusing my monicker.
Tschüß,
Anonomann
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