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All Lined Up

The sun took its time on the rise that day. The pilot was saying, "Thirty years I been doing this and I don't think I've ever seen that...

Pocket Rocks: Lily

My family are rock pickers. Mom's a century farm kid, Stearns County, “the land of rocks & cows" where fields sprout rocks before they...

Dark Beaches

Somewhere along the Icelandic coast there is a beach frequented by visitors from faraway lands. Black and ominous with eroded remains of...

Terrain Robbing Amtrak

"Are you headed to Eugene?" Beth piped the question, directed at me, as we fell into step along the boarding station. I slowed pace and...

Pocket Rocks: Chantelle

Heyo, loyal blogites! Sit right there, get real nice and comfy, and prepare yourself for this splendorous new pocket rock encounter. This...

Pocket Rocks: Anonymous

"My pocket rock. Columbia Basin agate. Just a hint of purple. Because I can. ;)" Yes you can, my enthused Facebooker! This addition to...

Pocket Rocks: Ros

There are days when you leave the house with a teabag full of tumbled petrified wood and there are days when you do not [Figure 1]. This...

Pocket Rocks: Angela

Meet pocket rock, Lady of the Stars, courtesy of Angela Schmid. When I asked my badass soul sister about her submission (provided with...

Pocket Rocks: Aaron

Do you ever strike up a conversation with a stranger, realize you have everything in common, then interview them for your blog? I thought...

Pocket Rocks: Bristol

I work with some of the greatest humans ever conceived on this planet. We are the Boonies. That is the name I dubbed my two fleeting...

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