Eating dirt…again. (Lo traduciré el viernes próximo)

Here I am, once more sharing with you an excellent text taken from the book «Eating dirt» by Charlotte Gill.
I will translate it into Spanish next Friday.
But if possible don’t miss the oportunity of reading the whole book, because it is very good. It must be available in Amazon as well as in libraries. (I guess).
Have a good weekend! Graciela.
…Some of these cut blocks were prehistoric upheaval sites, the remains of splendiferous tectonic clashes. Wafers of the earth’s crust piled up in the distance. land rumplig like ice floes in a jam. The mountains sheared upward, bearing the petrified sediments of former seas. I bashed open stones, and they came apart like clamshells, split into etching prehistoric marine worms. Snowflakes spiraled out of a blue sky. The creeks were a bright azure, cloudy with rock flour. The air was cold and dry, and it was electrifying just to breathe.
See you again on Monday. Have a nice weekend. Graciela.