Local Erratic

Cars speed past on the nearby Highway behind me. Walking up to the massive split rock that was dumped here during the time when glaciers roamed, there are gophers of all ages and sizes, without fear, looking at me - save the big one with only one eye (not pictured).



Rock climbers and children scale the rock face with sprayed graffiti tags near one guys foot - I can't find the ocher that is said to be on the rocks.

Moving around the rock there is a place in the centre where the 2 parts had split. As could be expected there is broken glass all round and remnants of many a party past lying about.



The smell of an old fire fill my nose as I run my hand along the multi banded quartzite rock face. A child runs in as their parent prepares to take a photo. I shimmy past the narrow opening and get out of the way as the child's face beams despite the obvious rubbish about.

Moving west I find a flat rock close to a group of cyclists having their lunch. I notice a face in the rock and decide it would be the best place to eat my sandwich and banana, with my almost silent companion. During lunch, I get the feeling like my companion is speaking to me. He jokes about being a hitch hiker and that the glacier dropped him off here. He's waiting for another ride.

From this picture he looks like a turtle, but in person he looked more human.

To the side, he reminds me of a buffalo. It's humbling to think that this massive rock was deposited by the glacier as it retreated. It certainly does put things into perspective, if only for a moment.