My grandmother's rocks. My grandmother was a rock hound. They traveled all over the country in a camper van and she would collect interesting rocks. I filled up the back of my Nissan truck with as many as I could load up about fifteen years ago. Rescue operation went underway last few days at the little house in the swamp. The rocks were in two flower beds. Some buried pretty deep. Some big ones too. A couple of real big ones. Saved as many as I could. Two small truckloads.
