I'm reading a book called
Highway 12 , about the breathtaking road in Utah, and just came to this sentence:
Right off, before I've reached the breaks, I find iron bands in the sandstone with concretions birthing from them like sterile rock eggs: double concretions and UFO saucers, shapeless blobs, bifurcated brains and yo-yos and sombreros.
This may sound like the strangest sentence in the English language, but it also sounds just like Utah.