Aug 4, 2010

Tell of an experience climbing a mountain or a big hill.

When I was very young, and young enough to not remember how young, dad took us to a hill near Starvation Reservoir to find some marble rocks. I have never forgotten though how each time we came to the top of a hill that I thought would be the last hill there appeared another one we still had to climb. It took us forever to get to the top of the hill where we found and picked up a small bucket full of round marble shaped volcanic rocks. I remember seeing them many times during my growing years and never really knowing where that hill is at. I think I know the general vicinity but would be very hard pressed to find it again. I played with those rocks a lot of times and still might even have one in my collection of things from my youth. It was a fun outing after we had finally reached that top knoll.