Monday, September 18, 2023

A Marine Graveyard in West-central Nevada

Eye of the Ichthyosaur
My visit to the volcanoes of eastern California last May was far too short, but there was nothing I could do. Life called. So after hiking up Panum volcano I raced east past Mono Lake, crossed into Nevada in the Bodie Hills, stopped briefly for gas and groceries in Hawthorne, and raced on. My destination was Berlin in the Shoshone Mountains.

This would be my third attempt. The first was canceled by the covid pandemic. Then the park shut down while pandemic stimulus funds were used for road improvements (still unpaved and washes out occasionally, so check before going). But this year I made it, just in time to set up camp before dark.

Looking west from Berlin across Ione Valley to the Paradise Range beyond, a fine example of the basin-and-range topography that covers much of Nevada.
Berlin is one of Nevada's many abandoned gold-mining towns. It was at its peak at the turn of the century (19th–20th), with a population of about 250 miners and their support staff: blacksmiths, woodcutters, charbonniers, a doctor, a nurse, and a prostitute. Yet by 1911 everyone was gone, a typical boom–bust story. But Berlin didn't disappear entirely. Some buildings remained intact long enough for history buffs to drum up protection.
Berlin Mill in 1910.

Two stamp batteries center bottom, for crushing ore plus water and mercury.
Several decades later Berlin experienced a revival of sorts, thanks to the many curiously-shaped stones in a draw nearby (miners supposedly used them as dinner plates!). In 1928 paleontologist Siemon Mueller of Stanford University examined them, and determined that they were fossilized bones of large marine reptiles—ichthyosaurs. But he left the fossils in place due the remoteness of the site.

In the early 1950s, amateur fossil collector Margaret Wheat visited Berlin and was astonished by what she saw. She convinced Berkeley paleontologist Charles Camp to take a look, thereby launching the excavation of what would become "the world's largest concentration of exposed fossil ichthyosaurs" (Ornduff et al. 2001).
Teeth of the Ichthyosaur
I visited Berlin during the off-season (before Memorial Day), so the Fossil Shelter was closed. Would this be yet another failure? No! This time luck was with me. A ranger cruising the campground offered to open and staff the Shelter. We agreed to meet at 10 am, and he headed off to round up others.
At the Fossil Shelter a small group had gathered in the parking lot, eight in all, a nice size. The Shelter is small and lacks the polish of well-funded visitor centers, as I was happy to discover. I felt far away from the crowds and control that have come to characterize our National Parks. The ranger opened the door, took his position at the front desk, and welcomed us in, providing laminated spiral-bound guides for our tour around a partial excavation of ichthyosaurs. At our own pace, we explored Nevada during Mesozoic time 200+ million years ago. [All quotes below are from the guide or Shelter exhibits.]
Near the front desk, Dr. Camp's reconstruction of Shonisaurus popularis hung overhead, nicely illuminated under the translucent ceiling. However, "There are some notable errors ... [this ichthyosaur] was a much more hydrodynamic predator ... Dr. Camp, however, was only going by the specimens he was excavating and can be forgiven for a few errors when one realizes he had no intact skull, and was working under very primitive and arduous conditions in what was then an extremely remote location."
Shonisaurus popularis by Charles Camp, with owl.
In 1973, Dr. Camp (in black hat below) "had his likeness preserved for posterity" with a bronze tablet installed at the Shelter by the Clampus Vitus, a group dedicated to promoting western history. In fact, Dr. Camp himself was a past Sublime Noble Grand Humbug of the order, hence the hat with C.V. hatband.
Ichthyosaurs are sometimes called sea dragons. One of the earliest collections of a sea dragon fossil was made by a 14-year old nature enthusiast in England—Mary Anning.
I walked slowly around the partially excavated bone bed, which was labeled with letters corresponding to the guide.
"R" marks ribs.
Note the miners' dinner plates (vertebrae).
Origin of this spectacular collection of bones is still debated (DeCourten & Biggar 2017). The skeletons are nearly complete, with bones roughly in proper position (articulated). Were they suddenly stranded by a very low tide? Or maybe this was a birthing area, with occasional deaths; tiny skeletons have found inside several of the larger ones (or were these ichthyosaurs cannibals?). Perhaps they died in deep water under anoxic conditions. The mystery remains.

Before leaving, I chatted once more with the ranger. He explained that visitation was booming (the new road?), and a reservation system for campsites would be available soon. I felt a little sad; probably there are changes ahead for the Fossil Shelter as well. You may want to visit soon.

Sources

DeCourten, F, and Biggar, N. 2017. Roadside Geology of Nevada. Mountain Press.

Orndorff, RL, Wieder, RW, and Filkorn, HF. 2001. Geology Underfoot in Central Nevada. Mountain Press.

Wednesday, September 13, 2023

Tree-following: Good News (mostly)

After skipping a month, we headed off to visit the Rocky Mountain Junipers I'm following this year. There were big changes. The grass is mostly straw-colored now, as it would have been several months ago if we hadn't had so much rain. Seed heads were dense, showing how productive the season has been.
Needle-and-Thread, Hesperostipa comata. Needles and threads (seeds and seed tails) are mostly gone now.
Blue grama, Bouteloua gracilis, has my favorite dried inflorescence. It curls so elegantly.

When we reached the junipers, I wasn't expecting much based on July's visit. But I was wrong. On the east (lee) side of the larger tree were plenty of dark blue berries. Wow, how did this happen?! The yellow ones in July looked so sickly. Now I wish I didn't skip August.
Healthy-looking canopy.
Technically these are fleshy cones. Being gymnosperms junipers have neither flowers nor fruit.
Yellow are immature, dark blue are mature.
It was a warm day, good to have a tree and a bit of shade.
But not everything was good. Recently one of the neighbors fell.
When it fell, it revealed a large woody root leading into a crevice in the limestone—the tree's anchor and source of water. I will always be amazed that something this large can grow on such a harsh site and in a semi-arid climate!

This is my contribution to the monthly gathering of Tree-followers, kindly hosted by The Squirrelbasket. More news here.