We got back from a trip to Cedar City last week. My older sister comes with her family every summer for a month and we have started making it a tradition to go out to the desert somewhere with my dad. We caravan to the middle of nowhere and then load every extra body into the back of Grandpa's pick up truck and drive to the hard to get places. One year we did this in St. George when it was 108 degrees and some of the grandchildren have never forgotten or forgiven. We usually look at some native american rock art ( my dad's an archeologist). But this year we took two trips--one for rock hounding and one for rock art viewing.
Is this not the COOLEST rock? It's called banded opal. It's purple and yellow and white and clear and it's just SO cool!
Funny story-- My dad drove the truck away from the rest of us looking for a better rock spot.
Cash says "Why is Grandpa leaving us here?"
I say "He's not. He's just looking for a better place. Do you think Grandpa would really leave us here in the desert?"
Cash looks at the awesome hammer that he is holding and says "Well probably not. These ARE his tools we're using."