I have a tree like this in my front yard. It fell down in the 60s during a windstorm when my dad was a kid, and then the stump grew a new shoot. The “new” tree is 60 years old and covers most of the front yard. Every may, it turns into a giant pink ball almost overnight.


There’s an area in the cascade range (western US, specifically oregon) that is a giant field of knapped obsidian, that was used as a training ground for young knappers, as well as a trading ground to trade knapped obsidian that has been found all over the western US. Not just miles, but many many miles. I’ll see if I can go find a link.