Collecting Rocks

I recently took a trip to Grand Marais, MN (more about that amazing little town later) with a native Minnesotan. Growing up in the South, I’d never been to a rocky beach before. At first, I wasn’t sure if she was serious when she said she wanted to go rock hunting. Turns out, she was. And wow, am I glad she showed me the magic of these little guys. Three beers, and an hour later, my pockets were HEAVY. Now I’ve got the cutest little souvenirs from an amazing trip. I’m a proud rock guy now.