(c) 2014 Ken Klug
Friday, February 28, 2014
When planning a long-distance walk, I always study maps to learn the terrain. Is the trail uphill or down? Is it rocky or smooth? Is it boggy or dry? With knowledge of terrain, an experienced walker can accurately estimate essential elements, like speed of travel and distance between pubs. A good hiking map not only shows us the location of roads, rivers, and pubs, but depicts the terrain we’ll encounter when we get lost trying to find them. Terrain varies with location, and is typically the result of millions of years of geological events affecting the Earth’s crust.
Those of us who attended primary school before the launch of sputnik probably learned that the Earth was shaped like a pear. Even back then, science had come a long way since asserting the Earth was flat, but scientists held to the pear-shaped theory until astronauts returned with actual photographs.
Scientific theory is often formulated from flimsy evidence, but once a theory is accepted it takes overwhelming evidence for scientists to change their beliefs. Galileo had difficulty challenging accepted theory that the Earth was the center of the solar system; Einstein never accepted the theory regarding quantum movement of electrons in atoms expounded by Neils Bohr, but most scientists now accept Bohr’s findings. (I’m no Einstein, but the relativity of quantum theory to a finding of boredom seems obvious.) But like everything else, scientists eventually evolve. I can’t tell you how happy I am that physicians have evolved from days when they applied leeches to patients. I know some lawyers who still believe in bleeding clients, but even they are a minority.
One of the theoretical observations I remember from school is that, for its size, the Earth is smoother than a billiard ball. In other words, goes the theory, if the most highly polished billiard ball were enlarged to the size of the Earth, all if its minute imperfections would be exposed as canyons deeper and mountains higher than any on Earth. That might explain why I prefer to hike on Earth rather than on billiard balls.
If you accept the theory, then its converse is also true: if the Earth were shrunk to the size of a billiard ball, it would be smoother than a billiard ball. (It would also be wetter than a billiard ball, but I’ll save that for a future posting.) My point is that the flat, two dimensional maps we use may actually be more representative of terrain than we realize. Indeed, if the Earth’s area shown on a map were reduced to the size of the map, most of our mountains would be flat.
For example, my AAA roadmap of Great Britain has a scale of 1:1,000,000. Ben Nevis, the tallest mountain in Britain, is approximately 4,400 feet high. If Britain were shrunk to the size of my map, Ben Nevis would be about 1/20th of an inch tall. The ink used to print contour lines on a typical hiking map may be thicker than the contour itself would be if shown to scale on a relief map.
That concept troubles me, because when I was boy, 3-D relief maps were my favorites. I loved walking my fingers up mountains and floating them down river valleys. But it was all fantasy. My teachers told me that the vertical scale on virtually every relief map is greatly exaggerated for effect. I couldn’t have been more devastated if they had told me that Jayne Mansfield had implants.
Geologists tell us that mountains are caused by three things: volcanoes, uplift (which has nothing to do with Jayne Mansfield), and erosion. While you don’t normally think of erosion as building mountains, rain and wind can make a mountain by tearing down everything nearby. Sort of like Barack Obama with health care. Over millions of years geological events like lava from erupting volcanoes, uplift from colliding tectonic plates, and erosion from mighty rivers and long-winded politicians have smoothed the Earth’s surface to create the flat terrain we know today. Or at least that’s the theory.
(c) 2014 Ken Klug
Monday, February 3, 2014
Maps have fascinated me ever since I was a young boy. I remember having spent many hours one summer in our public library, flipping through the pages of the oldest books I could find because somehow I thought I would discover a long lost map to buried treasure. I didn’t discover a treasure map, but I probably convinced the librarian that I was a fast reader.
My elementary school geography textbook had maps with blank portions (generally at the polar regions) labeled "terra incognita.” Nothing stirs a boy's imagination like a mystery, and I couldn't help but imagine myself exploring and filling in the map. Of course, before I could start exploring I needed to get myself to that terra incognita, which wasn't going to be easy since I barely knew the way to school.
While the other boys would sneak behind the magazine rack at our local soda fountain and peek at pictures in girlie magazines, I hid behind the Rand McNally rack and looked at maps. While the other boys quietly giggled at how women's shapes differed from men's, I puzzled why on some maps my hometown was shaped like a dot, while on others it had asymmetrical borders. Eventually, the other boys grew up and stopped giggling, but I neither grew up nor stopped puzzling over maps.
As you may know, maps are a relatively recent invention. Before there were maps, explorers had no way of knowing what direction they were sailing, which probably explains why so many of them sailed over the edge of the Earth. You might think that sailors could have told direction by the position of the sun, but in order to do so they needed to know whether it was morning or afternoon. Back in those days nobody had watches. (Asians were making watches, of course, but until Marco Polo initiated trade with the Orient, they had no way to ship them to the West.) Columbus was the first explorer to actually use maps, but his weren't very accurate because North America was mislabeled as India, which is why he called the natives Indians rather than Native Americans. Just imagine if his maps had labeled North America as terra incognita.
Nowadays, maps are reliable, and despite the "Sir Lost-a-lot" moniker given me by King Arthur, I rarely get lost. My most common navigation errors are due to holding the map upside down. My aged eyes require assistance, but I'm sometimes too lazy to switch to my reading glasses. Perhaps I should hike only in the southern hemisphere where everything is already upside down.
On dreary winter afternoons, I sometimes sit by the fireplace with a warm drink in one hand and a map in the other. I find a trail on the map and follow it across green meadows, through fragrant forests, over rippling streams. I feel a warm summer breeze touching my face as my mind calls up memories of past hikes and visions of future ones. I can hardly suppress a giggle. I wonder what the other boys are doing.
(c) 2014 Ken Klug