Rocky’s home undergoes numerous additions as quarry expands during its lifetime.

by Bill Langer

Recently, I was pondering how to end this series of Aggregates Manager articles about Rocky. I left my desk for a short while. When I returned, I found this article on my computer.

My life has been quite a ride. I started out at the bottom; as sediment at the bottom of the ocean, that is (January). When I wasn’t looking, Wyoming, and the continental plate it was riding on, came swooshing down and buried me deep in the earth. It was hot, dark, and the pressure was unbearable.

I sat around for what seemed like forever with nothing to do except rearrange my mineral structure (April). I lined up all my minerals into these neat red and black layers that I have. Pretty gneiss, huh?

It was so dark that I couldn’t see what the heck was going on. But my magnetic minerals started acting up, and I could tell I was shifting around on the globe (February). Some of the time, if I was really quiet, I could hear the waves of the ocean over my head. That happened at least a couple of times, as I recall (August).

Just when I thought I’d go stark raving mad, things got really exciting. The continents started coming together (January and March). Africa crashed into Arkansas and hit so hard that it rumpled up Texas, New Mexico, Utah, and even Colorado. The upper stories of my house were pushed up into mountains. No sooner were they done growing than the mountains washed away and spread out as layers of sand, gravel, and mud. Next, it got warm and started raining. Tropical plants started growing in the mud (June). Then dinosaurs, who thought the plants were good eats, showed up. When they croaked, their bones were covered with mud. Not too long ago, some of you humans had fights over those bones (May).

Another plate floating around on the earth smacked into California and shoved everything up on top of Utah. All that weight made things sink, pulling Colorado down with it. Once again, I heard waves slapping around overhead. More water; more sand; more mud.

Yet another plate ran amok and slid under Colorado, pushing up the Rocky Mountains (named after me) you see today. Volcanoes erupted and spewed ash all over the place (July).