<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747</id><updated>2011-10-20T09:47:41.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lithic Roxborough</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-772601784615298101</id><published>2009-12-29T17:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T18:50:12.629-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Rockshelter EVAH!</title><content type='html'>At the apex of a hill on the Chestnut Hill side of the Wissahickon Creek, you can glimpse this collection of boulders, faintly reminiscent of &lt;a href="http://www.boudillion.com/burnthill/burnthill.html"&gt;Burnt Hill&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzqyaG7Yn-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/LKXM0Bd-cFM/s1600-h/IMG_0577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzqyaG7Yn-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/LKXM0Bd-cFM/s320/IMG_0577.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420841263099846626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When you reach the summit, the angle of the stones makes their arrangement to be, more likely than not, entirely due to natural processes, although some of the stones may have been modified slightly.  In any event, once you find yourself among these stones, you see the following structure immediately adjacent to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzqvgNL8rOI/AAAAAAAAAP0/A_3sEpqoXPc/s1600-h/IMG_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzqvgNL8rOI/AAAAAAAAAP0/A_3sEpqoXPc/s320/IMG_0594.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420838069324262626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There is a small platform at the base of the structure and the slope of the valley wall.  Noticing this, I walked over to that platform and treated to the following site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Szqvgaql0uI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PHK1HFKTsuQ/s1600-h/IMG_0595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Szqvgaql0uI/AAAAAAAAAP8/PHK1HFKTsuQ/s320/IMG_0595.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420838072942449378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Probably the best cave/rock shelter I've seen along the Wissahickon.  It is about 10 feet deep and well sheltered by the overhang pictured above.  There is lots of evidence of many fires being built here, blacking of the surrounding stone, etc.  The edges of the cave, and the several "layers" of stone visible make it possible that the mouth was progressively enlarged by hand.  No evidence that anyone has ever tried to excavate.  Immediately next to the main cave, is a small niche in the rock.  Another rock has been placed inside the niche, almost like a sort of "shelf".  It is heavy enough that I doubt it landed in there by accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzqvgjOXECI/AAAAAAAAAQE/goEDouqM25I/s1600-h/IMG_0597.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzqvgjOXECI/AAAAAAAAAQE/goEDouqM25I/s320/IMG_0597.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420838075239960610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, right next to the cave mouth, there is a lot of evidence of *very* well-worked stone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Szq9GLXNfSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/m-1wokGpbgQ/s1600-h/IMG_0602.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Szq9GLXNfSI/AAAAAAAAAQc/m-1wokGpbgQ/s320/IMG_0602.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420853015320821026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this natural?  Recent? Dunno.  On the flat expanse of some of these surfaces, there are some markings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Szq9GR-5kWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/zahG-MOZJr4/s1600-h/IMG_0600.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Szq9GR-5kWI/AAAAAAAAAQk/zahG-MOZJr4/s320/IMG_0600.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420853017097900386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A snowman?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Szq-1xbWIAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nhj7TN3utOE/s1600-h/snowman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 248px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Szq-1xbWIAI/AAAAAAAAAQs/nhj7TN3utOE/s320/snowman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420854932504190978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe someone came along and quarried some of these blocks, but that hypothesis is made problematic in that the sizes and shape of the squared off blocks is irregular, and in some areas just melts into the natural contours of the surrounding stone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-772601784615298101?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/772601784615298101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=772601784615298101' title='40 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/772601784615298101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/772601784615298101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2009/12/best-rockshelter-evah.html' title='Best Rockshelter EVAH!'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzqyaG7Yn-I/AAAAAAAAAQU/LKXM0Bd-cFM/s72-c/IMG_0577.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>40</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-4692133321965446444</id><published>2009-12-29T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T16:26:09.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unusual artifact</title><content type='html'>My son found this stone while we were hiking in Valley Green this summer.  It is smooth to the touch, and features two holes, one on each side, neither of which perforates the stone.  Some thoughts as to what it might be:  a grommet-stone for starting fires, a "nutter" for cracking nuts, an unfinished fishing net weight (unlikely given the location....net-fishing in the Wissachickon won't get you much), or an incomplete amulet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Szqd36t5-XI/AAAAAAAAAPE/_CpheQyM-_c/s1600-h/IMG_0611.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Szqd36t5-XI/AAAAAAAAAPE/_CpheQyM-_c/s320/IMG_0611.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420818685473978738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Szqd3jh0YoI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hKobD6mN0VM/s1600-h/IMG_0610.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 231px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Szqd3jh0YoI/AAAAAAAAAO8/hKobD6mN0VM/s320/IMG_0610.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420818679249265282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-4692133321965446444?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/4692133321965446444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=4692133321965446444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/4692133321965446444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/4692133321965446444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2009/12/unusual-artifact.html' title='Unusual artifact'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Szqd36t5-XI/AAAAAAAAAPE/_CpheQyM-_c/s72-c/IMG_0611.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-391448221254959491</id><published>2009-12-26T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T18:37:05.272-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Propped Rock: Winter Solstice Notch?</title><content type='html'>So, a few summers ago I noticed the following formation above Valley Green.  Near the center of this picture, slightly offset to the left, is a line of boulders.  You can see two of them here, quite clearly, capped in snow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZPPx9wDFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4U8_Qs9GVCE/s1600-h/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZPPx9wDFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4U8_Qs9GVCE/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419606334115941458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This larger boulder in this formation is actually a propped rock, with a long niche between the larger boulder and the rock propping it up.  I snapped this picture about 15 minutes before the sun fell behind the valley walls.  It is Christmas Eve, a few days after the "proper" solstice.  Note that the light from the sun falling on the snow is almost aligned with the notch.  I wish I had taken this picture a few minutes later.  The light should fall exactly on the notch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZPPu2Km0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/WbW0rcDyIso/s1600-h/IMG_0538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZPPu2Km0I/AAAAAAAAAOk/WbW0rcDyIso/s320/IMG_0538.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419606333278821186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked a ways back from the formation, and up a small valley, until the two boulders in the first image were exactly in line.  They mark the location of the setting sun almost precisely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZPQJLNZOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NusXGjtPAYg/s1600-h/IMG_0548.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZPQJLNZOI/AAAAAAAAAO0/NusXGjtPAYg/s320/IMG_0548.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419606340346406114" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of old stone wall remnants on the crest of the hill near this location, and also a stone "seat" carved right above this location.  Very neat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-391448221254959491?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/391448221254959491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=391448221254959491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/391448221254959491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/391448221254959491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2009/12/propped-rock-winter-solstice-notch.html' title='Propped Rock: Winter Solstice Notch?'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZPPx9wDFI/AAAAAAAAAOs/4U8_Qs9GVCE/s72-c/IMG_0549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-2641034602437653303</id><published>2009-12-26T09:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T17:59:52.725-08:00</updated><title type='text'>More Rock Shelter</title><content type='html'>A nice view space under the &lt;a href="http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2009/06/rock-shelter-near-andorra.html"&gt;rock shelter from the earlier post&lt;/a&gt;, around Thanksgiving:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZNEmK50CI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PglwAaruaLM/s1600-h/IMG_0501.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZNEmK50CI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PglwAaruaLM/s320/IMG_0501.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419603942948065314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately in front of the shelter opening, there is this propped rock, propped on a boulder, both resting on another boulder. Forms a neat little niche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZNEbWtfgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1csC3VBFFMw/s1600-h/IMG_0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZNEbWtfgI/AAAAAAAAAOE/1csC3VBFFMw/s320/IMG_0500.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419603940044799490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZLcDbJQEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Q35Bddp2QhE/s1600-h/IMG_0499.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZLcDbJQEI/AAAAAAAAAN8/Q35Bddp2QhE/s320/IMG_0499.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419602146914549826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearby rock on rock:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZLbqBUMgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/oN1i2QxI8g0/s1600-h/IMG_0498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZLbqBUMgI/AAAAAAAAAN0/oN1i2QxI8g0/s320/IMG_0498.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419602140095328770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;White standing stone, in a cluster of piled largish rocks.  Stands immediately in front of a bluff:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZLbXC9LlI/AAAAAAAAANs/VHaBBBzdro0/s1600-h/IMG_0496.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZLbXC9LlI/AAAAAAAAANs/VHaBBBzdro0/s320/IMG_0496.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419602135001935442" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Closeup of the white standing stone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZLaktk_wI/AAAAAAAAANc/EgMb7tK45vY/s1600-h/IMG_0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZLaktk_wI/AAAAAAAAANc/EgMb7tK45vY/s320/IMG_0492.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419602121490497282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Niche in bluff behind standing stone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZLa0LJVfI/AAAAAAAAANk/QnQFtAdRLAo/s1600-h/IMG_0494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZLa0LJVfI/AAAAAAAAANk/QnQFtAdRLAo/s320/IMG_0494.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419602125641045490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearby shattered rock pile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZNFM4AsZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QvH2uGVSPnw/s1600-h/IMG_0514.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZNFM4AsZI/AAAAAAAAAOc/QvH2uGVSPnw/s320/IMG_0514.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419603953337807250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nice chunk of quartz near pile:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZNE_n9-iI/AAAAAAAAAOU/wX2rfhH5lJ4/s1600-h/IMG_0506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZNE_n9-iI/AAAAAAAAAOU/wX2rfhH5lJ4/s320/IMG_0506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419603949780859426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-2641034602437653303?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/2641034602437653303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=2641034602437653303' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/2641034602437653303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/2641034602437653303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2009/12/more-rock-shelter.html' title='More Rock Shelter'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SzZNEmK50CI/AAAAAAAAAOM/PglwAaruaLM/s72-c/IMG_0501.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-27806320806289156</id><published>2009-06-27T22:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T06:26:18.932-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Old Cart Road</title><content type='html'>(pics from earlier this summer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, near Valley Green, at the junction of the Forbidden Drive and Wise's Mill Road, there is an old cart road that winds its way through the woods, merging with the Forbidden drive a stone's throw from the old Valley Green Inn. A brief hike up this road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkcFZaynSgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UQXqmz1_UfY/s1600-h/IMG_0033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkcFZaynSgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UQXqmz1_UfY/s320/IMG_0033.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352252616399604226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I found an interesting trio of quartz boulders, one propped up on the other two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Skybl3EN_GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3dMbCjTPM1o/s1600-h/IMG_0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Skybl3EN_GI/AAAAAAAAAMY/3dMbCjTPM1o/s320/IMG_0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353825131775786082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you look closely behind this propped boulder, you can see a pile of smaller rocks abutting these&lt;br /&gt;two boulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkybmXHbAVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KSFauJM5syQ/s1600-h/IMG_0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkybmXHbAVI/AAAAAAAAAMo/KSFauJM5syQ/s320/IMG_0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353825140379156818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The remnants of thsi smaller pile are more visible in this shot from directly overhead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkybmP4QWCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2EIgPXFWWlU/s1600-h/IMG_0059.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkybmP4QWCI/AAAAAAAAAMg/2EIgPXFWWlU/s320/IMG_0059.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353825138436495394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further along the road, slightly uphill and off it, is a very large pile of mostly largish schist rock.&lt;br /&gt;If it represents dumped fieldstone from a passing cart, it was dumped *uphill*.  So maybe it represents something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkyblUKuuEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jAFVhJSvEGE/s1600-h/IMG_0055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkyblUKuuEI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/jAFVhJSvEGE/s320/IMG_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353825122407856194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-27806320806289156?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/27806320806289156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=27806320806289156' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/27806320806289156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/27806320806289156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2009/06/old-cart-road.html' title='The Old Cart Road'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkcFZaynSgI/AAAAAAAAAMA/UQXqmz1_UfY/s72-c/IMG_0033.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-2195329541600691734</id><published>2009-06-27T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T08:53:33.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Shelter near Andorra</title><content type='html'>A really neat rock shelter, overlooking a small valley near the Andorra section of Roxborough.&lt;br /&gt;Lots of piles around here, mostly spread out or shattered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkY_w2Mo4BI/AAAAAAAAALo/l6l2GppHLrc/s1600-h/IMG_0043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkY_w2Mo4BI/AAAAAAAAALo/l6l2GppHLrc/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352035315591208978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What look like steps chipped into the top of the rock shelter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkY_xHsXi9I/AAAAAAAAALw/Wc1GGAT0mns/s1600-h/IMG_0049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkY_xHsXi9I/AAAAAAAAALw/Wc1GGAT0mns/s320/IMG_0049.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352035320287693778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the many piles smeared across the ground here.  The rocks go pretty deep.  I wonder if it is a grave?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkY_xE-lqzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1ZU1jGcbSJA/s1600-h/IMG_0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkY_xE-lqzI/AAAAAAAAAL4/1ZU1jGcbSJA/s320/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352035319558810418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-2195329541600691734?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/2195329541600691734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=2195329541600691734' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/2195329541600691734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/2195329541600691734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2009/06/rock-shelter-near-andorra.html' title='Rock Shelter near Andorra'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SkY_w2Mo4BI/AAAAAAAAALo/l6l2GppHLrc/s72-c/IMG_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-6768967300216769029</id><published>2009-05-03T05:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-03T05:28:56.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Odds and Ends above Valley Green.</title><content type='html'>Found lying against a large pile of rocks not far from Wise's Mill Road, right above Valley Green..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Sf2KDLva0yI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H-P2JEaXt28/s1600-h/P4050025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Sf2KDLva0yI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H-P2JEaXt28/s200/P4050025.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331569321172456226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A closer view:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Sf2KDryv9DI/AAAAAAAAALA/p-_iiIZt-w0/s1600-h/P4050026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Sf2KDryv9DI/AAAAAAAAALA/p-_iiIZt-w0/s200/P4050026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331569329776358450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a nearby pile, very long, and covered by much detritus:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Sf2LWNVuQhI/AAAAAAAAALI/la3OFCQDlZ4/s1600-h/P4050028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Sf2LWNVuQhI/AAAAAAAAALI/la3OFCQDlZ4/s200/P4050028.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331570747530691090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;A split boulder, filled to the brim with many pieces of Wissahickon schist:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Sf2Mo225RCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/fljXc50ge5A/s1600-h/P4050037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Sf2Mo225RCI/AAAAAAAAALQ/fljXc50ge5A/s200/P4050037.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331572167424951330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally an interesting standing stone (next to my 5 year old son for comparison):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Sf2NopNPxlI/AAAAAAAAALY/Y2ciZ1ZrEdI/s1600-h/P4050039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Sf2NopNPxlI/AAAAAAAAALY/Y2ciZ1ZrEdI/s200/P4050039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5331573263272232530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-6768967300216769029?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/6768967300216769029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=6768967300216769029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/6768967300216769029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/6768967300216769029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2009/05/odds-and-ends-above-valley-green.html' title='Odds and Ends above Valley Green.'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/Sf2KDLva0yI/AAAAAAAAAK4/H-P2JEaXt28/s72-c/P4050025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-6308057557011761520</id><published>2009-03-07T18:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T18:35:43.064-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Markings</title><content type='html'>Not much to comment on here, but these rockmarkings are interesting.  Both examples are near the "turtle formation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbMsRJUPIZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bWGxgJHztXg/s1600-h/DSCN0064.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbMsRJUPIZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bWGxgJHztXg/s200/DSCN0064.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310637058670141842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Select the above picture, the enlarged version has some very clear "dots" on it.  Is there a way this would happen naturally? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbMsRjUzBoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LAibNy8scek/s1600-h/DSCN0048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbMsRjUzBoI/AAAAAAAAAKk/LAibNy8scek/s200/DSCN0048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310637065651816066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's little doubt this one is man made, though.  But made by whom?  And why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's of any relevance,nearby was this  arrangement of boulders, similar to others I've seen around here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbMuFotZ4VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HNKuS0MiXEA/s1600-h/DSCN0047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbMuFotZ4VI/AAAAAAAAAKs/HNKuS0MiXEA/s200/DSCN0047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310639059962028370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-6308057557011761520?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/6308057557011761520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=6308057557011761520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/6308057557011761520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/6308057557011761520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2009/03/rock-markings.html' title='Rock Markings'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbMsRJUPIZI/AAAAAAAAAKc/bWGxgJHztXg/s72-c/DSCN0064.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-4114973940799098561</id><published>2009-03-06T20:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T21:02:48.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>promised update,at last</title><content type='html'>Forgive the delay, life has kept me busy, and far from blogging.  Here's some more photos from the hike that rewarded me with the previous post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, more of the turtle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbH2zgFahSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/A212FGXz2l4/s1600-h/DSCN0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbH2zgFahSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/A212FGXz2l4/s320/DSCN0058.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310296800292930850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbH4np0ZG9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/CAKM6_x6dgA/s1600-h/DSCN0060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbH4np0ZG9I/AAAAAAAAAJs/CAKM6_x6dgA/s320/DSCN0060.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310298795770715090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This large rock forms the turtle's "shell", if you pan out a bit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbH5whMA_3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/NdBgJIxD41g/s1600-h/DSCN0061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbH5whMA_3I/AAAAAAAAAJ0/NdBgJIxD41g/s320/DSCN0061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310300047584329586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nearby I found a nicely propped rock.  It had clearly been broken out of another boulder, and then dragged up, and over its source-rock, to make a niche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mechanically, an upright rock, with the end falling off doesn't work....as the roof rock wouldn't then be resting on the base rock.  And the angle of the local bedrock is wrong for the boulder to have been broken in the other direction...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbH7_lkerzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/P43vqwMxRV0/s1600-h/DSCN0042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbH7_lkerzI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/P43vqwMxRV0/s320/DSCN0042.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310302505481973554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And,right at the crest of this hill, several shattered piles of small stones (or one,very large, shattered pile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbH_KTyXSCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/56AR3SyFha4/s1600-h/DSCN0045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbH_KTyXSCI/AAAAAAAAAKM/56AR3SyFha4/s200/DSCN0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310305988221814818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbH_Kb2BJ1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/4ftL8dM9mn0/s1600-h/DSCN0044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbH_Kb2BJ1I/AAAAAAAAAKE/4ftL8dM9mn0/s200/DSCN0044.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310305990384625490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-4114973940799098561?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/4114973940799098561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=4114973940799098561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/4114973940799098561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/4114973940799098561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2009/03/promised-updateat-last.html' title='promised update,at last'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SbH2zgFahSI/AAAAAAAAAJk/A212FGXz2l4/s72-c/DSCN0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-7484227154993757341</id><published>2009-02-15T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T20:12:59.311-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dream of the BlueTurtles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SZjkb4EHTXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6i0oiReVIxs/s1600-h/DSCN0054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SZjkb4EHTXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6i0oiReVIxs/s320/DSCN0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303239728786001266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That does appear to be an "eyehole" bored into this boulder, behind the  open "mouth".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SZjjPhbxJTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QZztQ2Dz_iU/s1600-h/DSCN0057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SZjjPhbxJTI/AAAAAAAAAJU/QZztQ2Dz_iU/s320/DSCN0057.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303238417041138994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have more to say about this in a day or so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-7484227154993757341?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/7484227154993757341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=7484227154993757341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/7484227154993757341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/7484227154993757341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2009/02/dream-of-blueturtles.html' title='Dream of the BlueTurtles'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SZjkb4EHTXI/AAAAAAAAAJc/6i0oiReVIxs/s72-c/DSCN0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-4100305685109456273</id><published>2009-01-02T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:40:58.401-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shaped Boulder/solstice/platform site</title><content type='html'>Hiking upstream along the flood of Wissahickon valley, starting from near the Valley Green Inn, I happened along the following outcrop on the Chestnut Hill side of the stream.  &lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV6wJFTtYcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hBkRn8CNQOE/s1600-h/IMG_3972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV6wJFTtYcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hBkRn8CNQOE/s200/IMG_3972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286856682669695426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Intrigued, I followed a dry streambed up the valley wall, and found myself face to face with a fellow of truly ancient mien.&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV7QtQBZGQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zXqQjDMmEao/s1600-h/IMG_3974.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV7QtQBZGQI/AAAAAAAAAJM/zXqQjDMmEao/s320/IMG_3974.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286892488393038082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm not the only one who sees the face in that rock.  Maybe I've been looking at these things too long.  I worked my way past the "face" and to the hills local maximum, and noted the following, almost "megalithic" arrangement of boulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV6t30xM0iI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2VMny_dJFGI/s1600-h/IMG_3995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV6t30xM0iI/AAAAAAAAAI8/2VMny_dJFGI/s200/IMG_3995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286854187148956194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavily slanted boulder in the right side background is part of the "face" formation above.&lt;br /&gt;Today, an hour or so before the sun fell below the horizon, we're treated to the following sight:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV6t3gnsrZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TSFwxwbNa_I/s1600-h/IMG_3976.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV6t3gnsrZI/AAAAAAAAAI0/TSFwxwbNa_I/s200/IMG_3976.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286854181740391826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a very interesting notch between the two foreground boulders, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV6t3LkIF_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/MkXIABzFYcA/s1600-h/IMG_3994.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV6t3LkIF_I/AAAAAAAAAIs/MkXIABzFYcA/s200/IMG_3994.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286854176088266738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In between these (arranged?) boulders is a small "courtyard.  It has the appearance of a "pavement" of sorts,  with several arranged rocks acting as "flagstones".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV6qMv-FrBI/AAAAAAAAAIc/bY2GC4OKDHM/s1600-h/IMG_3974.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-4100305685109456273?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/4100305685109456273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=4100305685109456273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/4100305685109456273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/4100305685109456273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2009/01/shaped-bouldersolsticeplatform-site.html' title='Shaped Boulder/solstice/platform site'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV6wJFTtYcI/AAAAAAAAAJE/hBkRn8CNQOE/s72-c/IMG_3972.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-6240619062381231420</id><published>2009-01-02T15:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T15:50:23.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>some contemporary piles</title><content type='html'>The society for "putting things on top of other things" still has many members...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV6nWVFPFiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/eQAgC9SiFmY/s1600-h/IMG_3998.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV6nWVFPFiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/eQAgC9SiFmY/s200/IMG_3998.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286847014637606434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This conical pile is a modern donation pile. It gets bigger every time I see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there's this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV6nWxVO1II/AAAAAAAAAIU/xaFrmAhehXw/s1600-h/IMG_4003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV6nWxVO1II/AAAAAAAAAIU/xaFrmAhehXw/s200/IMG_4003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286847022220891266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm amazed this one has lasted since the summertime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-6240619062381231420?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/6240619062381231420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=6240619062381231420' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/6240619062381231420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/6240619062381231420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2009/01/some-contemporary-piles.html' title='some contemporary piles'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SV6nWVFPFiI/AAAAAAAAAIM/eQAgC9SiFmY/s72-c/IMG_3998.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-8267190833348028402</id><published>2008-12-30T07:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T07:25:22.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock Shelter(s) by the Wissahickon</title><content type='html'>There are a few, really amazing rock shelters and shelter-like formations along the Wissahickon.&lt;br /&gt;The upthrust of a long ago weathered-away mountain chain has left us with some inspiring crags, folds and overhangs made of the local gutrock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I know, there has been no serious archaeology done here, in spite of the fact that local lingo has given these shelters names like "Indian Cave", "Council Rock" and such like...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVo8KvttLXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kRl8lvuSmfY/s1600-h/IMG_3885.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVo8KvttLXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kRl8lvuSmfY/s320/IMG_3885.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285603267977227634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVo7CvX2UdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/daKe0T4ARQ4/s1600-h/IMG_3899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVo7CvX2UdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/daKe0T4ARQ4/s320/IMG_3899.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285602030934970834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-8267190833348028402?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/8267190833348028402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=8267190833348028402' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/8267190833348028402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/8267190833348028402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/12/rock-shelters-by-wissahickon.html' title='Rock Shelter(s) by the Wissahickon'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVo8KvttLXI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kRl8lvuSmfY/s72-c/IMG_3885.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-989135635162102387</id><published>2008-12-28T09:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-30T20:11:42.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rock wall seen from bottom of  "bowl"</title><content type='html'>Here's a section of the wall from yesterday's post.&lt;br /&gt;You can see it tracing the edge of the ridge defining the northern boundary of the bowl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVe5FfZGoBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8R28L6uzkYs/s1600-h/IMG_3942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVe5FfZGoBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8R28L6uzkYs/s200/IMG_3942.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284896191719841810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A close up shot of a portion of the rock wall, here consisting of long, flat boulders, stacked end-to-end.  Note the gap between the shelf on the middle boulder and its neighbor.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVe5F23G8hI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GIuzAAK2ZLc/s1600-h/IMG_3943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVe5F23G8hI/AAAAAAAAAHs/GIuzAAK2ZLc/s200/IMG_3943.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284896198019707410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVrwlpMi68I/AAAAAAAAAIE/AAB4zoUzIcU/s1600-h/IMG_3920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVrwlpMi68I/AAAAAAAAAIE/AAB4zoUzIcU/s200/IMG_3920.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285801642176998338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-989135635162102387?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/989135635162102387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=989135635162102387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/989135635162102387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/989135635162102387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/12/rock-wall-seen-from-bottom-of-bowl.html' title='Rock wall seen from bottom of  &quot;bowl&quot;'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVe5FfZGoBI/AAAAAAAAAHk/8R28L6uzkYs/s72-c/IMG_3942.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-7250056729949392316</id><published>2008-12-28T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T09:10:48.957-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What is this?</title><content type='html'>Not far from the complex described yesterday, in fact, just a "stone's throw" away (and you will indulge the author in his puns, thank you) is an interesting boulder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVeyh0O93JI/AAAAAAAAAHc/K4H7FsjosoM/s1600-h/IMG_3940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVeyh0O93JI/AAAAAAAAAHc/K4H7FsjosoM/s200/IMG_3940.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284888981769411730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This isn't a stacked boulder, the crack that acts as the separatrix here does not persist to the other side of the boulder.    Still, the boulder does look "worked" somehow.  Speculation?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-7250056729949392316?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/7250056729949392316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=7250056729949392316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/7250056729949392316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/7250056729949392316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-is-this.html' title='What is this?'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVeyh0O93JI/AAAAAAAAAHc/K4H7FsjosoM/s72-c/IMG_3940.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-19792461244730577</id><published>2008-12-27T17:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T12:51:13.089-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't call it a comeback...</title><content type='html'>Sorry I've been gone so long.  I've been tending to my academic career.  As that seems, more or less, neatly in hand right now, I've taken to scouting some new locations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I found the following structure at the end of a long stone wall, terminating on the shoreline of the Wissahickon Creek.  The whitish rock at the bottom is a mostly quartz rock.  note the several wedged and propped rocks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbd5UZ_VeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/m7pU6w3mgHE/s1600-h/IMG_3910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbd5UZ_VeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/m7pU6w3mgHE/s200/IMG_3910.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284655189565855202" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The boulder on top abutted several other long, flat boulders that began a steep climb up the valley wall:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbkT7O_pmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cYRoBGpMPeU/s1600-h/IMG_3911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbkT7O_pmI/AAAAAAAAAGc/cYRoBGpMPeU/s200/IMG_3911.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284662243735086690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Following the boulder line up the hill, it eventually coalesced into a long, winding rock wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbgp3p4x7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/kXOZs9O9UQE/s1600-h/IMG_3917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbgp3p4x7I/AAAAAAAAAGM/kXOZs9O9UQE/s200/IMG_3917.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284658222684751794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbjftn0iWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/m9s98ijWztw/s1600-h/IMG_3914.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbjftn0iWI/AAAAAAAAAGU/m9s98ijWztw/s200/IMG_3914.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284661346727922018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For most of its length, the wall skirted the edge of a  huge, half-bowl shaped depression in the valley wall.  The bottom of the bowl possessed a shallow grade, and was very nearly flat over large distances, in contrast to the near-cliffs that trace the contours of the Wissahickon for most of its length.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVblgeUWJ1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/llnb4sG5Lyk/s1600-h/IMG_3918.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVblgeUWJ1I/AAAAAAAAAGk/llnb4sG5Lyk/s200/IMG_3918.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284663558822831954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Descending into the bowl, seen over the edge of the wall, the terrain was mostly unremarkable.  However, near the midpoint of the bowl, I noticed the following confluence of boulders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbmnB8_lFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m3SU4vJm1jo/s1600-h/IMG_3925.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbmnB8_lFI/AAAAAAAAAGs/m3SU4vJm1jo/s200/IMG_3925.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284664770979402834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The two large boulders frame a set of smaller boulders in the distance.  Taking my compass out, I noted that the summer solstice sun would rise directly over the midline of this collection.  Viewing the paired boulders from the boulders seen in the distance (straddling this midline), we see&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVboXrS-eOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RdyfdNr70Hg/s1600-h/IMG_3929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVboXrS-eOI/AAAAAAAAAG0/RdyfdNr70Hg/s200/IMG_3929.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284666706222807266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and (flattening the camera's angle of attack)...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbpPdM-IWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Agd-UebmJX0/s1600-h/IMG_3928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbpPdM-IWI/AAAAAAAAAG8/Agd-UebmJX0/s200/IMG_3928.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284667664512196962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Note there are *2* boulders in the foreground.  The one closest has a notch in it, or more accurately, a sharp point near its apex. Standing between the two boulders in the background (as mentioned above) you would see the summer solstice sunrise directly over this pointed boulder.  Conversely, standing here, one should see the winter solstice sunset between the vertical extension of these twinned boulders. Too bad I just missed this sight by a few days...Anyway, here is another view of the same rock. Note its almost "manitou stone" -ish profile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbqs9ozquI/AAAAAAAAAHE/J2COIDy1nF0/s1600-h/IMG_3931.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbqs9ozquI/AAAAAAAAAHE/J2COIDy1nF0/s200/IMG_3931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284669270946720482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other side of this bowl/vale was framed by a gurgling stream with some truly striking, but certainly natural, rock formations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbwe-3Bx0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/vhNnAvA0hwc/s1600-h/IMG_3903_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbwe-3Bx0I/AAAAAAAAAHM/vhNnAvA0hwc/s200/IMG_3903_b.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284675627826399042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbxehyaVoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XOoJ0jRiOTI/s1600-h/IMG_3905.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbxehyaVoI/AAAAAAAAAHU/XOoJ0jRiOTI/s200/IMG_3905.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284676719534036610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-19792461244730577?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/19792461244730577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=19792461244730577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/19792461244730577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/19792461244730577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-call-it-comeback.html' title='Don&apos;t call it a comeback...'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SVbd5UZ_VeI/AAAAAAAAAGE/m7pU6w3mgHE/s72-c/IMG_3910.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-2821321498874646874</id><published>2008-08-11T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T11:13:20.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Leftover Oddity</title><content type='html'>Near the &lt;a href="http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/07/return-to-cairn_14.html"&gt;cairn&lt;/a&gt; site, I found the following oddities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SKD_-Llo0eI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NUK7v4LUt5s/s1600-h/IMG_2766.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SKD_-Llo0eI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NUK7v4LUt5s/s320/IMG_2766.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233464210732143074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-2821321498874646874?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/2821321498874646874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=2821321498874646874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/2821321498874646874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/2821321498874646874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/08/summer-leftover-oddity.html' title='Summer Leftover Oddity'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SKD_-Llo0eI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NUK7v4LUt5s/s72-c/IMG_2766.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-703544705405264294</id><published>2008-07-29T07:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T07:13:27.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry for the lag in posting</title><content type='html'>I've been very busy writing papers lately, so getting those Devil's pool pics up has taken a back seat.  But  I expect to have them up late tonight or tomorrow sometime, if all goes well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-703544705405264294?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/703544705405264294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=703544705405264294' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/703544705405264294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/703544705405264294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/07/sorry-for-lag-in-posting.html' title='Sorry for the lag in posting'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-7719937387514475831</id><published>2008-07-19T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T22:43:12.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Recreating  a lived mythology: the landscape of the Lenape imagination</title><content type='html'>Perhaps its that we moderns are so removed from our mythology, or that our modern mythology is very much  of the "placeless" variety (consider Batman, or Superman as modern Olympians) that it's hard for us to recognize the mythological character of a place, unless we have it documented, imaged, or otherwise historicized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's with some trepidation that I attempt to "re-mythologize" my little slice of heaven here.  Some trepidation, and a bit more worry that I'm getting things flat out wrong and the disrespect that could entail for peoples long gone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However I think it does more good than harm, especially in this rootless time, to take a place and attempt to re-embed it in the appropriate mythological matrix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Philosophy aside (and isn't it wonderful that it's even possible to put it aside) let me lay out the following items for consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's fairly well known that many native America groups acknowledged a "horned serpent" of some sort as an enemy, or malignant spirit.  Known by some groups as Uktena or Uncegila, and here by the Lenape as Maskanako (or Ma'xanaxo).  The spirit is universally associated with water and more specifically, the destructive unleashing of water.  The horned serpent is said to live in a bottomless pool, a pool which often may lie in a deep gash of rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Masknaako is not the only water manitou.  A more beneficent spirit in Lenape mythology is the Toad manitou, who controlled the waters in a more measured fashion, holding back the floods. Maskanako, devil that he/she was, killed the great Toad and stole the waters. Either because Maskanako lacked the Toad's ability to restrain water's natural chaos, or because it did not wish to, Maskanako used this power to unleash a great flood from its lair in the underworld.  Only the timely intervention of the creator and the great world turtle (The "Turtle Island" beneath our feet) saved humankind from extinction.  Maskanako, chastened but not destroyed, still lurks at the interface of the underworld and great pools of water, seeks the destruction of mankind, and is often and only thwarted by the beneficent "Thunder Beings" (the closest thing the Lenape have to Thunderbirds).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variants of this horned serpent story are familiar to afficionados of Native American mythology.  Less familiar, perhaps related to this myth cycle is the following Micmac myth:  Glooscap, Micmac culture hero, notices that the land has grown very dry and his people are thirsty.  All the water in the land has been dried up.  Glooscap, having nothing better to do, decides to find out what's going on and take the matter in hand.  After some travel, and some investigation, he finds that a great Toad spirit is responsible, having stopped up all the water behind a great weir of rocks and drunk everything else. As a culture hero is wont to do, Glooscap defeats the monster, smashes his dam and wrings all the excess water out of the creature, shrinking him down to the right and proper size for  a toad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here we have, again, a (much more malignant) toad responsible for the restraining of water.  And he does it, through the building of great rock wall (and through gluttonous sousery...but I digress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does any of this have to do with Devil's Pool? Well let's consider what we know.  First, a great battle of manetuwak happened here.  And one manitou, the bad one, dwells in the great pool to this day, and was of sufficient spiritual power to be more or less equated to the Christian Devil.  Interestingly, Devil's pool is commonly held by locals  to be "bottomless" (actually extending downward to hell itself) much like the abode of Uktena/Uncegila/Maskanako.  However deep the pool is, it isn't *that* deep, perhaps bottoming out at 9 or (at most) 14 feet.  Anyone jumping from the rocks  learns this rather quickly, as their toes dig into the shimmering mica sand coating its bottom.  So why did this place, in a valley full of deep pools of water, obtain a reputation of bottomlessness?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a rocky valley, riddled with points which seem likely entrances to the underworld.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SILN2L-ESnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HGBklfc-5RM/s1600-h/120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SILN2L-ESnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HGBklfc-5RM/s320/120.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224964848512944754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I've documented, the pool is constrained and channeled by &lt;a href="http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/07/devils-pool-brief-introduction.html"&gt;series of rock weirs&lt;/a&gt; of unknown provenance but that are at least older than a century.  Some of these weirs terminate in large flat stones, or standing stones, like this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SILP1etTypI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pJ3TKKV_t9w/s1600-h/116.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SILP1etTypI/AAAAAAAAAFU/pJ3TKKV_t9w/s320/116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224967035386317458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, the large cave shown above is interesting in that is lies below an opening in the rock that is connected by a longish"tube" (for lack of a better word) to a location removed from the cave.   Perhaps some kind of "speaking tube" for ritual use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is is possible, then, just possible, that this location represented a sort of spiritual re-enactment of the toad-serpent flood cycle?  Are the weirs a representation of the restraining power of the toad, holding back the bottomless depths of the horned serpent's flood?   Was this a site of initiation into the mysteries of Turtle Island (would the "speaking tube" find use in this scenario)? Or was it regarded as the actual place where the great world flood began?  And where Maskanako resided, gnashing his teeth in eternal frustration?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots more pics from here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-7719937387514475831?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/7719937387514475831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=7719937387514475831' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/7719937387514475831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/7719937387514475831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/07/recreating-lived-mythology-landscape-of.html' title='Recreating  a lived mythology: the landscape of the Lenape imagination'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SILN2L-ESnI/AAAAAAAAAFM/HGBklfc-5RM/s72-c/120.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-4337210113544377371</id><published>2008-07-14T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T14:32:34.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Return to the "Cairn"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(note:  some of the following images aren't as well resolved as I'd like.  Blame it on the rain and my cameras attempts to autofocus).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comments on this post, pwax raises the possibility that the "cairn" I found Saturday represented a recent reconstruction of a (possibly) older pile. The condition of the pile (at least as seen from the angle at which I photographed) may be too good to be true. So I returned to the site, in the hopes of shedding some light on this question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing I did was to confirm that portions of the pile were below the modern ground level, an observation I made in a cursory fashion Saturday. Checking at 4 locations around the pile, this appeared to be the case. Secondly, I wanted to examine the other faces of the pile in detail to see if they showed more wear than the front of the pile (as I had photographed it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a shot from the rear of the pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy3EeGJ25I/AAAAAAAAAD0/43QIzGdldAI/s1600-h/007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy3EeGJ25I/AAAAAAAAAD0/43QIzGdldAI/s320/007.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223250955269168018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The left hand portion of the pile shows considerable breakdown and there is a lot of detritus and earth as fill.    Examining the right rear of the pile we have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy3gn7JpcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VxNnfFRtHAA/s1600-h/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy3gn7JpcI/AAAAAAAAAD8/VxNnfFRtHAA/s320/008.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223251438943708610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;again, more breakdown and detritus here.  The leaf fill is pretty deep, and proceeds, with increasing depth, into a rich, loamy soil fill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the top center of the pile, was a thin capstone, partially occluding a small niche.   Peering into the niche, I found the following beautiful piece of quartz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy4Tly80SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rU-abWbLx-w/s1600-h/006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy4Tly80SI/AAAAAAAAAEE/rU-abWbLx-w/s320/006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223252314545770786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(this stick is the one I mentioned in the preceding post.  It actually wasn't very long and may well have just fallen into the niche at the top of the pile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If a recent construction, then word about quartz nuggets in niches has gotten out there.  Again, there is considerable detritus in the center of the pile, as seen in this picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now these results are leading, but of course not conclusive.  I feel I can be pretty confident, then, in a few statements about the "cairn".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  The bulk of the pile is not recent construction.&lt;br /&gt;2) At least one or two layers of the pile are below the current ground level.&lt;br /&gt;3)  Aspects of the pile construction are consistent with other piles we believe to be ceremonial in nature and Native American in origin.&lt;br /&gt;4)  Some portion of the pile may have modified in recent times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to some other features of the site.   I wanted to include a picture of the paving/wall remnant I found, because it really is quite remarkable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy6AhDr72I/AAAAAAAAAEM/qXH72v6JdSE/s1600-h/001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy6AhDr72I/AAAAAAAAAEM/qXH72v6JdSE/s320/001.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223254185879531362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy6mUrKVcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6o3yYSYnVm0/s1600-h/012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy6mUrKVcI/AAAAAAAAAEU/6o3yYSYnVm0/s320/012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223254835390469570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy7eQrLO1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/hxAcnabFt2w/s1600-h/003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy7eQrLO1I/AAAAAAAAAEc/hxAcnabFt2w/s320/003.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223255796389460818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(in the above pic you can just make out the paving as it makes its way up the hillside)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy-a8blMsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/F_UmN3DMQro/s1600-h/005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy-a8blMsI/AAAAAAAAAFE/F_UmN3DMQro/s320/005.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223259037950620354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I followed this pavement from the base of the hill to its crest.  About halfway up the hill I saw these quartz twins (each about the size of a basketball), or perhaps a single large piece of quartz split.  They are resting on a flat slab of Wissahickon Schist, partly buried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy8hBJCigI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tLxHD3za4Dk/s1600-h/004.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy8hBJCigI/AAAAAAAAAEk/tLxHD3za4Dk/s320/004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223256943270988290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Scattered along the wall were multiple shattered piles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy9q9J_x-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/oC2el_rdcYY/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy9q9J_x-I/AAAAAAAAAE0/oC2el_rdcYY/s320/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258213511579618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy84iGKqXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vz4JliuYLGE/s1600-h/002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy84iGKqXI/AAAAAAAAAEs/vz4JliuYLGE/s320/002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223257347254298994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one sporting a nice piece of quartz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, past the "cairn", the wall appeared to terminate here (At least I could find no evidence of it past this point), where I found the following tilted standing stone.  It is nearly knee high and does not appear to represent an extrustion of the underlying bedrock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy-DkKPKlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CaZ1Pg9Du6g/s1600-h/014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy-DkKPKlI/AAAAAAAAAE8/CaZ1Pg9Du6g/s320/014.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223258636298431058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-4337210113544377371?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/4337210113544377371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=4337210113544377371' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/4337210113544377371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/4337210113544377371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/07/return-to-cairn_14.html' title='Return to the &quot;Cairn&quot;'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHy3EeGJ25I/AAAAAAAAAD0/43QIzGdldAI/s72-c/007.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-3465098406402167246</id><published>2008-07-13T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:17:19.425-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devil's Pool: a brief introduction.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/07/possible-petroglyphs-on-wissahickon.html"&gt;I mentioned Devil's Pool in an earlier post.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil's Pool is a small pool, ensconced in a rocky vale, formed by the falls of the Cresheim creek.   Over the millennia, the falls have carved out a deep trench and filled it with cold, very cold, water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As children in Roxborough, we believed it to be bottomless, and that we could be dragged down to hell if we swam there after dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As is often the case, when Europeans have moved into a previously non-Christian area, places that were sacred to the indigenous religion and were tied to the name of the local spirit, deity, or divinity found themselves dedicated, instead, to the Christian Devil.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devil's Pool is interesting in that it has a documented history (albeit cursorily documented) as a "haunted site" (or sacred site, depending on which source you read) according to the Lenape.  What's left of the legend is that two powerful manetuwak engaged in battle here.  One of them, a water spirit, lost and was consigned to the depths of the pool.  Given the context, (and certain other features of the location) I think I'm probably not too off base to conjecture that the "bad" manitou here was Maskanako, the horned serpent/water spirit responsible for floods and heavy rains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow, I was at Devil's Pool this weekend, during a cleanup activity sponsored by the &lt;a href="http://www.fow.org/"&gt;Friends of the Wissahickon&lt;/a&gt; (which I wish I had known about in advance),  a necessary and good undertaking, as the area is regularly trashed by local swimmers.   I took a few shots, and a few items stuck with me.  First, the following weir, which closes off the pool and prevents a too rapid outflow of its water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHrVBqCC84I/AAAAAAAAADc/EhtH_fI23p8/s1600-h/117.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHrVBqCC84I/AAAAAAAAADc/EhtH_fI23p8/s320/117.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222720942328968066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;There are some reasons I think a weir to be an important ceremonial structure here, and I'll get into them in a later posting.  But it's probably not for fishing.  Cresheim Creek is a very, very small stream and contains no fish of any significance.  Furthermore, the local Lenape did not regard this as a spiritually "safe" location and its doubtful they'd eat anything they caught here (one local historian has asserted that they avoided the Wissahickon Valley altogether, unless spiritual necessity forced a visit on them, prefering to stick to the Manatawna "plantation" up the hill from the vale).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are several other weir-like structures here, creating little pools in this area.  Immediately to the right and toward me, we see the following pool/weir:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHrXXzh4pQI/AAAAAAAAADk/ldueb-8d1Z4/s1600-h/114.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHrXXzh4pQI/AAAAAAAAADk/ldueb-8d1Z4/s320/114.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222723521858807042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Given the abuse this location has absorbed in the 20th century (the large slab in the background is defaced with graffiti), it is entirely reasonable to assume these weirs represent modern constructions.  However, I have evidence that they were present, at least at the turn of the 20th century.  The following postcard, dated 1907, clearly shows the large weir pictured in the first image, enclosing the pool proper, from a slightly wider-angled view.  Several white figures, I assume well-to-do, vacationing women, are standing on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHrZEiTxNgI/AAAAAAAAADs/K4osfsIWjxQ/s1600-h/devils_pool_postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHrZEiTxNgI/AAAAAAAAADs/K4osfsIWjxQ/s320/devils_pool_postcard.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222725389841937922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why were these weirs constructed, and how did they fit into the ritual significance of Devil's Pool (if they did)?  More on that later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-3465098406402167246?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/3465098406402167246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=3465098406402167246' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/3465098406402167246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/3465098406402167246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/07/devils-pool-brief-introduction.html' title='Devil&apos;s Pool: a brief introduction.'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHrVBqCC84I/AAAAAAAAADc/EhtH_fI23p8/s72-c/117.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-1599364179785321034</id><published>2008-07-12T13:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:07:29.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Mr. Goodpile</title><content type='html'>When I go pile hunting in Roxborough, specifically in the Wissahickon valley, I don't expect to see too many of the intact piles that we see on other blogs documenting more rustic locations.   Like everywhere else, time takes its toll here.  But the toll a large town or a city exacts on history and its physical remembrances and that the countryside takes are of vastly disparate magnitudes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was pretty excited this morning to find a small stone wall snaking its way up to the crest of a hill.  The wall is unremarkable, and really amounted only to "pavement":  a row of rocks at ground level.  Given its appearance, though, and the scattered stones I found about it, I suspect it was once a bit higher.   Shortly the wall expanded into the following shattered pile:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHkTu9JkhoI/AAAAAAAAADM/3qOoMOJ_aHU/s1600-h/126.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHkTu9JkhoI/AAAAAAAAADM/3qOoMOJ_aHU/s320/126.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222226940322416258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And this, I thought, was as good as it gets.   I was wrong, as happily wrong as I've ever been when out pile hunting.  The wall/paving continued for a bit and erupted into the following beauty at the very top of the hill:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHkU_0SaKAI/AAAAAAAAADU/9bJ8-CjCuDw/s1600-h/125.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHkU_0SaKAI/AAAAAAAAADU/9bJ8-CjCuDw/s320/125.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222228329512970242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;note the wall I mentioned off to the right of this pile.  It continues a good bit farther.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never found piles of this caliber in the Wissahickon Valley.  Never.    I'm still a bit stunned.  Given the multiple millworks down below, I figured most of the easy to access stone lying about would have been used in the construction of dams, millhouses, and living quarters.  That this site was maintained in such condition is impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All told, I found about 6 piles up here including this magnificent cairn.  All connected by the wall, which seemed to snake around the site, forming a natural enclosure with the northern lip of this steep hill (more or less the the horizon in this picture).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will not be giving any further hints about this location.  If you're a dedicated hiker of the Wissahickon, you have a decent chance of finding it.    Clearly, the stick jammed into its center indicates that I'm not the only one who's been here.  But this locale is too precious to risk exposing to the local flavor of ne'er-do-well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-1599364179785321034?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/1599364179785321034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=1599364179785321034' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/1599364179785321034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/1599364179785321034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/07/looking-for-mr-goodpile.html' title='Looking for Mr. Goodpile'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHkTu9JkhoI/AAAAAAAAADM/3qOoMOJ_aHU/s72-c/126.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-5076099107754390863</id><published>2008-07-10T18:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:28:37.734-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Manitou Stone?</title><content type='html'>Found almost a year ago, at the bottom of a wash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHa1ru7hI5I/AAAAAAAAADE/AVfjXbxUi3o/s1600-h/022.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHa1ru7hI5I/AAAAAAAAADE/AVfjXbxUi3o/s320/022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221560580919337874" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If this isn't a "manitou stone", I don't know what it is.  The rectangular portion at the top, the head, is clearly the work of human hands.  Any ideas?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-5076099107754390863?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/5076099107754390863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=5076099107754390863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/5076099107754390863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/5076099107754390863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/07/manitou-stone.html' title='Manitou Stone?'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHa1ru7hI5I/AAAAAAAAADE/AVfjXbxUi3o/s72-c/022.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-8301423151014301072</id><published>2008-07-10T17:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T18:16:00.035-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some perched and otherwise interesting boulders</title><content type='html'>I went running yesterday along the Wissahickon.   Found what I thought would be a great site (the hill's spine had broken through the earth in multiple locations, creating overhangs and smallish rock shelters.  I had brought my camera along, but in the end, all I found were a few perched boulders/niches and maybe the remains of a pile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHawL2X3pYI/AAAAAAAAACs/y_Fz5KaNsMQ/s1600-h/015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHawL2X3pYI/AAAAAAAAACs/y_Fz5KaNsMQ/s200/015.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221554535603348866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHaxLBbd2ZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GHCV4X-En70/s1600-h/013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHaxLBbd2ZI/AAAAAAAAAC0/GHCV4X-En70/s200/013.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221555620902984082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           And is this the remant of a pile?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHazG2D5uKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/f6E2l29-8aY/s1600-h/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHazG2D5uKI/AAAAAAAAAC8/f6E2l29-8aY/s200/011.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221557748155136162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today's run was much more fruitful, I found some truly interesting and strange stuff.  But I didn't bring my camera along (it was to be a long run, and I was concerned about rain).  So I'll try and get some pics before the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-8301423151014301072?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/8301423151014301072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=8301423151014301072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/8301423151014301072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/8301423151014301072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/07/some-perched-and-otherwise-interesting.html' title='Some perched and otherwise interesting boulders'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHawL2X3pYI/AAAAAAAAACs/y_Fz5KaNsMQ/s72-c/015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-5924825473803638253</id><published>2008-07-06T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T07:47:52.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More from the ridge site</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHDXrv-fIgI/AAAAAAAAACU/q2QTi9Rdzhg/s1600-h/145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHDXrv-fIgI/AAAAAAAAACU/q2QTi9Rdzhg/s200/145.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219909114735305218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Or, more accurately, from the ascent to the ridge.  Near the foot of the hill, I encountered a broad, flattened region, large enough for a small building.  Interestingly, at the base of a small tree was a large, deep, rock-lined hole.  I would have thought it the den of some animal, but it made a vertical descent for at least 6 feet (according to my preliminary probings), not a good orientation if you don't want to collect rainwater.   Did this hole represent a break through into an old and buried basement?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Farther up the hill, I found the following mossy pile.  Yes, that is a cat skull someone has placed on top.  Clearly, if this location ever had any ceremonial value in the past, it does for at least &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHDZ4vsQ4fI/AAAAAAAAACc/n062DlzqFJA/s1600-h/137.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHDZ4vsQ4fI/AAAAAAAAACc/n062DlzqFJA/s320/137.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219911537020428786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;someone, today.&lt;br /&gt;Somewhat disturbingly, I believe the cat skull was placed there rather recently.  And given its state of insect occupancy, it was placed there with considerably more flesh on it.  Poor cat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-5924825473803638253?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/5924825473803638253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=5924825473803638253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/5924825473803638253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/5924825473803638253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/07/more-from-ridge-site.html' title='More from the ridge site'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHDXrv-fIgI/AAAAAAAAACU/q2QTi9Rdzhg/s72-c/145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-3392278864207887668</id><published>2008-07-05T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T05:04:56.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Extensive ridgetop site on the Wissahickon.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHA5fECavXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ocaxw2stOSE/s1600-h/135.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 238px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHA5fECavXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ocaxw2stOSE/s320/135.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219735173945015666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHBV_ohf5PI/AAAAAAAAACM/llNY4m5wIjM/s1600-h/136.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 176px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHBV_ohf5PI/AAAAAAAAACM/llNY4m5wIjM/s200/136.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219766519820444914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Traveling down Wise's Mill road, I've often felt drawn to the bluffs on either side of the chasm occupied by the old milling road.  I've explored the crest of the hill on the right hand side already, and found some truly wonderful lithics there, but yesterday and today I had an urge to explorethe left hand side.  From the road, it's possible to make out boulder fields dotting the steep ascent (above).  So, finding the least dangerous path up the valley wall, I picked my way between the boulders, some of which were amazing.  Consider this boulder (which I'm calling Open Mouth Rock).  It was spectacular, a surface projection of the spine rock running under the crestof the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHBBW8vZlXI/AAAAAAAAABE/j4x5H9oiYhU/s1600-h/138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHBBW8vZlXI/AAAAAAAAABE/j4x5H9oiYhU/s200/138.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219743830640268658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Making the crest of the hill, I was not disappointed.  The first thing I noticed was this wonderful, and very long, stone row...or really stone "platform".  It appeared to extend the horizon of the hill outward over the valley, rather than to add elevation, although it could have been much higher long ago.  It continued along the edge of the ridge.  It must have been fairly old, because the wall would periodically be submerged under years of detritus, emerging at points along the ridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHBE5pxJVfI/AAAAAAAAABk/JPmMAUdrbO4/s1600-h/143.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHBE5pxJVfI/AAAAAAAAABk/JPmMAUdrbO4/s200/143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219747725377623538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;At one point, I noticed the following structure attached to the wall (after it emerged from the accumulated leaves and earth).  It appeared to be some kind of  enclosure or embrasure.  If this was a natural, eroded feature, a result of a treefall exposing the buried wall or an intentional construction, I couldn't say.  It is interesting to note that several people could sit within the enclosure and take in a commanding view of the valley below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHBQC3GL18I/AAAAAAAAAB0/eyjvt-V43gQ/s1600-h/139.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 157px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHBQC3GL18I/AAAAAAAAAB0/eyjvt-V43gQ/s320/139.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219759978202257346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Above the enclosure, in a large, open area, overshadowed by well-grown conifers, there were several interesting rock piles.  Three in particular were arranged in a straight line, starting with what looks like a toppled standing stone and ending with the final pile at the very top of the hill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(toppled standing stone?  Note white quartz in middle pile near the center back of the photo. )&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHBR58BJZdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p0S1Unvabx0/s1600-h/140.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 162px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHBR58BJZdI/AAAAAAAAAB8/p0S1Unvabx0/s200/140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219762023927735762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(middle of line, featuring quartz&lt;br /&gt;shown in preceding picture)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHHmid_VmvI/AAAAAAAAACk/2_z0XvPlbrA/s1600-h/141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 176px; height: 235px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHHmid_VmvI/AAAAAAAAACk/2_z0XvPlbrA/s320/141.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220206922939341554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Apex-of-hill pile)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, for my thoughts:  the most interesting aspect of this site is the linear set of piles/standing stone(s) near the hill's apex.  The large platform/stone row skirting the hill's edge is also interesting in that it snakes its' way down the steepest portion of the hill (one reason why  I doubt that it's a field clearing pile).  The pile begins to break apart and spread out a bit but its remains clearly directed toward and connected to the Open Mouth rock identified above.  Is this an example of the &lt;a href="http://www.neara.org/MULLER/intro.htm"&gt;walls-connecting boulder motif&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any event, finding a site this extensive was a surprise.   Sometimes it pays to follow a hunch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-3392278864207887668?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/3392278864207887668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=3392278864207887668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/3392278864207887668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/3392278864207887668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/07/traveling-down-wises-mill-road-ive.html' title='Extensive ridgetop site on the Wissahickon.'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHA5fECavXI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Ocaxw2stOSE/s72-c/135.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-7194357311497908255</id><published>2008-07-05T19:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T08:50:40.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for petroglyphs on the Wissahickon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHA0AF_aqzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9DsVzZRv2XQ/s1600-h/131.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHA0AF_aqzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9DsVzZRv2XQ/s320/131.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219729144335215410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My son and I took a hike to see an old dam on the Wissahickon Creek, part of the Wise's Mill complex formerly occpying this stretch of the creek. The damn is constructed at a minor narrowing of the creek, between two sets of large, riverine boulders. It is a picturesque location.  It's long been held by locals that the Lenape considered the Wissahickon Valley a sacred place, or at least a "haunted" one (to the extant that a distinction was made).  With legendary locale's such as Devil's Pool (purportedly the site of a great spiritual battle) and (local witch )&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Mom_Rinker%27s_Rock"&gt; Mom Rinker's Rock&lt;/a&gt;, the Valley has the potential to yield a great many lithic surprises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After some foraging along the river bank below the dam, we moved closer to it, and took special notice of the large boulder at the foot of the falls.  It is seen here slightly left of center in this image, behind the leftmost tree.    It was possible to get closer to this boulder, and of course, we did so.  We were rewarded for our efforts with the following image:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHA15-yJzRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SoTgYHu48II/s1600-h/133.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHA15-yJzRI/AAAAAAAAAAk/SoTgYHu48II/s400/133.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219731238344576274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ancient Native American petroglyphs?  Maybe there are some cursory similarities to a few of the &lt;a href="http://members.aol.com/SusqueKal/SusquehannaRiverRockArt.htm"&gt;Safe Harbor Petroglyphs&lt;/a&gt;, but for the most part, not really.  The Ogham alphabet?  Please.  Some miller's idle scratchings?  Who knows?   Natural anomaly?  Could be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fun of doing this is that I just don't know what I'm looking at.  Speaking as a scientist, there isn't a better feeling in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-7194357311497908255?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/7194357311497908255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=7194357311497908255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/7194357311497908255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/7194357311497908255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/07/possible-petroglyphs-on-wissahickon.html' title='Looking for petroglyphs on the Wissahickon'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHA0AF_aqzI/AAAAAAAAAAc/9DsVzZRv2XQ/s72-c/131.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4417624754420517747.post-8319692214718505336</id><published>2008-07-05T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T17:00:19.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rocksburrow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHAuyxH1B-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v5avWhnKsfI/s1600-h/kelpiuscave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHAuyxH1B-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v5avWhnKsfI/s320/kelpiuscave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219723417836914658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Among [Johannes Kelpius'] legacies was the naming of Roxborough. &lt;a href="http://www.cykoe.com/kelpius_pages/kelpius_main.htm"&gt;Kelpius&lt;/a&gt; called      his cave [pictured -Corey]"The Burrow of Rocks" because foxes often burrowed      into the rocky cellar. The name was eventually formalized into "Rocks      Burrow" when he used the term in a letter dated May 25, 1706. Eventually      "Rocks Burrow" was changed to the spelling we use today,      Roxborough, and that is how the section of Philadelphia known as Roxborough      got its' name.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fable, most likely.  But it speaks to the role stone has played in shaping the Roxborough experience.  Stone has dictated where and how and with what denizens of "the borough"  can build.  And this is true whether those denizens are modern day developers, intrepid colonials, or pre-Columbian Native Amercans mostly effaced from history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxborough and the Wissahickon Valley are an urban Philadelphia site.  Very little has been left undisturbed, although the setting is bucolic thanks to the mid-19th century decisions that helped protect these sites from development.  Finding undisturbed colonial or precolonial relics is a minor miracle.  And that's what this blog will be looking for...and maybe...will find:  miracles of stone and time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4417624754420517747-8319692214718505336?l=lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/feeds/8319692214718505336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4417624754420517747&amp;postID=8319692214718505336' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/8319692214718505336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4417624754420517747/posts/default/8319692214718505336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lithic-roxborough.blogspot.com/2008/07/rocksburrow.html' title='Rocksburrow'/><author><name>Corey Hart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13853934629419264805</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_WFY27ei0ONU/SHAuyxH1B-I/AAAAAAAAAAM/v5avWhnKsfI/s72-c/kelpiuscave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
