Aunt Glenna and Uncle Keith have been at the cabin for a few days helping out. Today it is decided the the girl’s (Mom, Aunty, and I) will go rock hunting for a rock patio that will be built for the fire pit area. We all pile in the Tacoma and off we go.
Mom takes us to one of the areas that her and Dad have previously scoped out. It’s an area not far from the cabin on the main road. It was blasted to make it passable for logging trucks working in the area. There are lots of nice jagged and flat rocks to choose from. It turns into a treasure hunt and we split up to conquer the rock pile.
We ooh and ahh over the different colour combinations, patterns, and shapes. We throw the keepers up on the shoulder of the road to be collected later. This area seems bigger than it really is. Soon it seems that we are having a hard time finding anymore rock’s that will do the job . Mom pulls the Tacoma up and we pack away everything we’ve found so far. On to the next spot.
We head back towards the cabin to one of the biggest hills on all of the road. It doesn’t seem like there is much here either. We climb our way up the rock face in a valley off to the side. Once we are 10 ft up though we see tons of good rocks. A weird giddiness sets in and we start yelling out our finds with excitement, big grins, and laughs.
Then Aunty finds the best rock of the whole rock adventure. She is so pumped and it is massive. It is almost all a really pure black. We haven’t seen many rocks this colour so far let alone one this big. It is quickly decided that it will be a stool and absolutely must come to the cabin.
Aunty starts putting everything she’s got into getting that big ole rock to the edge of the drop. It weighs almost as much as her. We all jabber away excitedly and somehow she manages to do it. We have all gotten way more into these rocks than i ever would have expected. Off the edge she pushes it and a nice big crash after as it lands on the side of the road in one big piece.
We gather a few more rocks and load up the Tacoma with spirits high. Some rocks are left behind including the big one. The Tacoma is already too full. Dad or Uncle will come back with the Kubota to collect what we couldn’t take.
At the cabin we unload and tell the guys all about our rock adventure. Dad jokes about us abusing his poor Tacoma. The day is good.
I found out later after being home for a while that Dad and Uncle never did go and get that big black rock. They probably thought it was more hassle than awesome like we did. By the road it still waits.
