The Ferris Mountains and Split Rock along the Oregon Trail, near Jeffrey City, Wyoming
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For my last year in the Air Force, I was sent to Grand Forks, North Dakota. I began taking courses during my off-hour time at the nearby University of North Dakota, and liked UND and the Geology Department so well that I stayed on after my discharge. Grand Forks is in the middle of the bed of glacial Lake Agassiz, and is the flattest place I've ever been. One of my professors claimed that one can see the curvature of the Earth from a certain overpass, where the power lines really do seem to curve over the horizon. But being there tuned my eyes to Geomorphology, where I was taught to ponder every little wrinkle. Our class field trips often required long drives - to Kenora, Ontario, Lake Winnipeg, Manitoba, and even the Black Hills. During the summers of 1974 and 1975, I got hired as a uranium geologist by Exxon Minerals in Casper, Wyoming, and I spent time chasing down roll-front deposits with scintillometer, pickup truck and even canoe in Wyoming and Montana.
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Canyon Ferry Lake and the Big Belt Mountains, Montana

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