In geology, a valley or dale is a depression with predominant extent in one direction. A very deep river valley may be called a canyon or gorge.
The terms U-shaped and V-shaped are descriptive terms of geography to characterize the form of valleys. Most valleys belong to one of these two main types or a mixture of them, (at least) with respect of the cross section of the slopes or hillsides.
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... in White River Junction, Vermont established the Valley Quest program as a sense-of-place education program in 1995 ... Valley quests map and share the Upper Valley region's special places ...
... There were 696 households out of which 35.5% had children under the age of 18 living with them, 50.4% were married couples living together, 10.1% had a female householder with no husband present, and 34.6% were non-families. 30.9% of all households were made up of individuals and 13.9% had someone living alone who was 65 years of age or older ...
... Best Picture How Green Was My Valley - 20th Century-Fox Best Actor Gary Cooper - Sergeant York Best Actress Joan Fontaine - Suspicion Best Supporting ...
... A glen is a valley, typically one that is long, deep, and often glacially U-shaped or one with a watercourse running through such a valley ... Whittow defines it as a "Scottish term for a deep valley in the Highlands" that is "narrower than a strath." In the Finger Lakes Region of New York State, the southern ends of Seneca Lake and Cayuga Lake ...
... Nausicaä of the Valley of Wind Image Album (風の谷のナウシカ イメージアルバム 鳥の人) released November 25, 1983 Nausicaä of ...
Famous quotes containing the word valley:
“I see before me now a traveling army halting,
Below a fertile valley spread, with barns and the orchards of summer,
Behind, the terraced sides of a mountain, abrupt, in places rising high,”
—Walt Whitman (18191892)
“In a valley late bees with whining gold
Thread summer to the loose ends of sleep....”
—Allen Tate (18991979)
“How old the world is! I walk between two eternities.... What is my fleeting existence in comparison with that decaying rock, that valley digging its channel ever deeper, that forest that is tottering and those great masses above my head about to fall? I see the marble of tombs crumbling into dust; and yet I dont want to die!”
—Denis Diderot (17131784)