Of Stones and Streams
What is it about a kid that loves a rock? When I was nine, I collected rocks. My family and I had moved from the beachy coast of Florida to the dry Arizona desert, where I couldn’t exactly gather shells or wildflowers. There I discovered a stone called the desert rose, a form of gypsum that, through the process of erosion, comes to resemble a rosette. Although my own rockhound days have long since passed, still on my bookshelf, a glass footed bowl of rocks gathered with my sons from the Methow River reminds me of a camping…
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