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Wreckage of an age gone by

2026-03-28

We live in the wreckage of an age gone by. Life quickly forgets, blanketing the new scars and bumps with a fresh coat of green, but the land remembers. Drumlins dot the landscape in a loose phalanx, pointing in unison towards an onrushing tide of ice long gone. They are the survivors. The remains of their fallen comrades form moraines and boulder fields, decimated yet still monolithic. The glaciers' retreat is written in kettle lakes and deep river valleys and estuaries cutting far inland from where the rising sea chased back frozen walls. Read the bones, they tell stories gladly.

thanks to my intro earth science class, this minute earth video for the estuary thing, and the boundary waters and st. croix river valley for sparking my interest in landscapes formed by glaciers and their retreat. (p.s. did you know long island is a big moraine? sick af, right?)