OK, I admit it. I like rocks. Looking at them, comparing them, touching them, getting them wet, walking on them, skipping them, making faces with them, taking pictures of them, collecting them, thinking about how they got to be the way they are. Yep, rocks make me happy. I guess I have my Grandpa Guy to thank for passing on to me a true love of rocks. The neat thing is that this fascination with rocks seems to have transcended to his great-grandsons, too.
One of my favorite family stories is that after we'd come home from a camping trip and we'd show Grandpa Guy our latest (usually rather pathetic) additions to our rock collection, he'd admire them and say, "Oh, those are some great leavrites." Thinking we'd discovered something unique and amazing, we'd say, "Wow! What are leavrites?" And he'd reply, "Those are the kind that you should 'leave right' there."
OK, I admit it. I like rocks. Looking at them, comparing them, touching them, getting them wet, walking on them, skipping them, making faces with them, taking pictures of them, collecting them, thinking about how they got to be the way they are. Yep, rocks make me happy. I guess I have my Grandpa Guy to thank for passing on to me a true love of rocks. The neat thing is that this fascination with rocks seems to have transcended to his great-grandsons, too.
One of my favorite family stories is that after we'd come home from a camping trip and we'd show Grandpa Guy our latest (usually rather pathetic) additions to our rock collection, he'd admire them and say, "Oh, those are some great leavrites." Thinking we'd discovered something unique and amazing, we'd say, "Wow! What are leavrites?" And he'd reply, "Those are the kind that you should 'leave right' there." 
Leavrites!! I love it! ( : Great photos!
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