Every time we'd go through a roadcut on the highway, she would point out the layers, and tell me about the ages and whatnot. One of the colleges I went to was

Every time we'd go through a roadcut on the highway, she would point out the layers, and tell me about the ages and whatnot. One of the colleges I went to was in a mountainous area, and my geology class had weekly trips on Fridays to random road cuts around the region. We'd all pile out of the vans, and have to dig through the rocks and debris and write short reports about what we'd found, and present them the following Monday. Great class. Except if it rained on a Friday. That sucked.