Stones of all kinds were a feature of my family’s vacation this past month – a vacation that included two weeks on the West Coast. We spent time in and around Vancouver, and then up the coast into Alaska. Everywhere there were stones.
With the tide out, wandering on rocky beaches – more stones than could be counted.
On a Sea-to-Sky hike and climb near Squamish – scrambling across rock falls and around boulders.
Along the coast and inland, too, mountains and massive outcroppings of rock – Mount Baker, The Chief, Grouse Mountain.
Rocks define our world, the earth, so why would they not define a summer holiday, also?
Sometimes those rocks and stones even appeared to be, somehow, alive. Continue reading