Tag: Collecting

Steve’s Country Cabin Journal #6.

Once we got on the hill dad sat down on the only rock large enough to sit on. “There’s nothing to for me to sit on,” I said. “There’s an old stump over there,” dad pointed out. “That has to be 50 feet away,”… Continue Reading “Steve’s Country Cabin Journal #6.”

Rock Hunting Days.

It is a beautiful, sunny morning.  Slight crispness in the air.  But it’s spring.  A great kind of day for…rock hunting! (and you thought I was going to say insulatoring.  Sorry, not today. This was before the days of collecting insulators).  We are already… Continue Reading “Rock Hunting Days.”