Here's the view from the top of the quarry...I do live in God's country!
Piles and piles of rocks to pick from...
See what I mean?
All sizes, shapes and colors. I love rocks! When I went back to graduate school,
it was a toss up between a master's in Special Education and one in geology. It mostly depended on
who wanted to give me the most money to come. My dad is a geologist. Our trips often
were "educational" and the thing he brought home to me from his trips were often rocks!
Fairy crosses and a "raw" garnet are two I remember.
We filled the truck bed up just until the front tires wanted to lift off the ground.
When we finished our loading we went to the top of the hill to help
Rick help Ben split wood for winter. Yes, the winters are the price
you pay for living in God's country.
I love ferns.
Rick and Ben are way over there and my little husband and I
were taking the little logs out of the pile and making a stack
that didn't need split.
Little husband tossed to me and I stacked.
And then sometime in the afternoon, Rick delivered the rocks.
I think I have about 1/3 of what I need to make my fire pit. Two more
trips to Ben's and I should be set.
Finally, I hammered a few nails at La Ti Da with my own little husband monkey, and called it a day.
Very tired arms...lots of ibuprofen and a little sewing to round out the evening. Ahhh.
I am loving the opportunities to help out that I have now that I am not working...maybe I am making a difference in new places.