So, I picked up a half pound chunk of obsidian, and put it in my pack.
Caveman and Tramp thought I was crazy when I told them I’d be keeping this one. To carry such a large rock seemed absurd, but I couldn’t resist. This rock was different; one corner had a dimpled like texture that stood out from all the rest. It was going to be my souvenir, and my reminder that volcanoes do in fact exist.
So I picked it up, put it in my pack, and carried it with me the whole rest of the way to Canada; 700+ miles! Not only because I liked the rock, but I guess because everyone thought I was so crazy in doing so made me want to keep it even more.Â
Very interesting facts about your rock. Can’t wait to hear more about you hikes