The 'great wall' in my backyard

My head is full of rocks and my yard is full of stories... or something like that.

Each of the rocks in my yard has a story behind it, who found it and where. Most were picked up in the wild because there was something interesting about it. Rocks also provide memory triggers. I can wander around my yard and recall fond memories of adventures past just by seeing a particular rock.

While most the stories I write here are about rocks, I might toss in a few rambling essays about life in Arizona that I think might hold interest for curious readers. Enjoy!