The last couple of walks, Indy and I have found our way to the gravel pit. Spring is a great time to be there because all of the rocks are usually wet from snow runoff/rain/pockets of water. So much nicer than spitting on a rock to see the colors. I've been walking back home, my pockets bulging w/ little stones I liked for one reason or another. They end up around Ragnarok where they contain the fire and add something interesting to look at while roasting a wiener.
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