(Lake) Superior Rocks

Recently we had a little camping trip on the north shore of Lake Superior. And while it is an amazing body of water, what we really spent most of the time admiring and fawning over were rocks. Yes, that's right-- rocks. We literally spent whole afternoons looking at rocks, climbing rocks, sorting rocks and playing with them. I know--it sounds like an exceedingly boring time, but I guess we are easily amused or something. (we brought a sackful of these flat gray stones back to make a set of story telling stones ala Red Bird Crafts)(Beeper digging the water and stones)(perusing the stones in the lake)(a mysterious stone fireplace high atop Dayhill, overlooking Lake Superior--no one knows exactly who built the fireplace--those stones compell you to do strange things)(yes, strange things like this. Our own little neo-lithic rock village we all constructed as family--until Beeperzilla came through and threw them all into the Lake)(egg stones--is this where the pebbles hatch from?)(this is what Beeper did while we sat fireside and drank wine in the early evening--climbed the hill of rock behind our camp site--over and over and over again--all while maintaing some sort of dialogue with himself about rescuing innocent people from the Joker and Venom or something)(an assortment of rocks collected from the shallows of the lake) (as close to "beach" as Lake Superior's shore seams to get) (seeking a spectrum of colors)(Beeper wading in the exhilaratingly cold water of Lake Superior--no doubt, looking for more stones)