Anna's Adventures in Geotope Land
A Geotope is –
--a rare or critical geologic and/or paleontologic occurrence.
With a bit of luck from the Gods of Olympos, Erosion, Alpine Deformation, a stray Glacier or two, and a particularly active Mesohellenic compression, they also become landforms and outcrops of spectacular beauty that attract the non-geological tourist as well. In the month of May, I had the opportunity to catalogue Geotopes in Thessaly, Greece, essentially from stem to stern. Greece in high spring is glorious enough, but combined with some world-class geology, it nears paradise. Pure geology, pure Greece.
Anna’s Adventures – Day One
Grevena never felt more like a city center – traffic, triple-parked cars (negotiating around these almost resulting in two accidents), stop lights for the love of God! Am I ever getting through the County offices where no one is really as helpful as I need at the moment or gone altogether?
But then I take off. Forget, of course, to start mileage counter until I’m ten miles gone. Slowly, the Greek countryside takes over – Venetikos River gorge, into the dense spring of Hasia.
A stop at Carperon Township City Hall actually rounds up a guy who’ll take me to a site -- not the one I want, which is apparently inaccessible with recent rains, a canyon probably more favored as a trekker’s site than geology anyway, I hope, but the locals are most proud of their “flaming spring.”We drive off through some of the most glorious oak forest I ‘ve ever seen (this not important, of course, to the greater goals of Geotope sites) and reach a meadow with a small dark stream with a pipe sticking out of it. This pipe froths over, cold water with soda bubbles, and is, I’m told, flammable.The site, an oddity of a seep from some small hidden coal deposit underground, is a favorite for the locals. The TV has been here numerous times, and Greek coffee and eggs have been boiled over the natural gas spring to provide amusement for one and all.We’ve got to light it, just to verify these reports.No one smokes in our small crowd, no has any matches, and until a convenient farmer passes by the lonely country road who happens to smoke and lends us a cigarette lighter, can we test it. Ah yes! It is lit, though the flame is colorless and burning hot, it doesn’t show upin the photo.In leaving, I wonder if the guide left the flame turned on, or turned it off.“Thank yous” and promotion for pet projects over with at the Township Mayor’s office, I leave first for more well-known places alongside My Vounassa, and take off across the old road to Kalambaka. I’ve been down it perhaps 30 years ago with a geologist who is now dead, and another who’s had a stroke. What little I remember bears no similarity to what is exposed now along the newly paved road.I find paradise – spring in unspoiled Greece, immense hills and gorges and mountainous terrain where I had expected, well, not much. Rocks, too, extension of the Paleozoic basement where I didn’t expect to see it, and then the Tertiary molasses – no intervening ophiolites, Eldridge prediction proves true, as it does so often.I can’t describe adequately the glories of country Greece in high spring. I know as I’m passing that it’s one of those trips I can only keep in my mental memory’s video.The conglomerates of Meteora loom, literally loom, as a unique rock series, even here, kilometers from the spires. I wonder how so primitive a conglomerate formed and continued forming to attain such great thicknesses – it’s the extension through time of what is normally a fairly ephemeral deposition event.Perhaps this timelessness in the rocks is the base of the timeless quality of the monasteries.I did pass by Kalambaka, investigating the roads south of Morgana that I hoped would take me where I want to go, but no – absolutely gorgeous, but they don’t pass into the Koziakas ophiolite. I feared getting lost in the green woods, along winding roads with not enough signs to tell where you are anyway. I had in mind perhaps to go as far as the Pertouli ski center, but – I saw the world’s most immense mountain before me, laced with snow, topped by threatening clouds – I guess that was far enough for the day!At least I found a “short cut” back to Kalambaka. And some of the loveliest weird mushrooms.I had in mind some hotels on the east side of town, out of the city center and tourist district, but the roads are being worked on. So I circled, found a sign that lead to another, and another, and eventually far off the beaten track to an exceptionally clean, friendly, and surprisingly cheap Zenona – The Arsenis Guesthouse.The perfect merging of country Greece with the rooms with Sat Tv and Air Conditioning – flocks below the large balcony. Good food all grown by the owners. Nice family, a bit lonely,




















