I'm not much for rocks. In high school and college,
I came dangerously close to flunking my geology classes, mostly because
I couldn't properly identify the rocks. But that's because the indicators
were ambiguous criteria like "it tastes salty when licked." To
the extent that I'm even willing to lick a rock, I'm hard pressed to find
one that doesn't just taste like dirt and mud, much less a common condiment.
Maybe I'm not licking hard enough. But since when does our society base
identification on taste anyway? We shake hands, not lick them. And
when was the last time you saw someone in a museum licking a painting and
saying, "Oh, it's a Monet"?
But for those of you into rock-licking, this site
is a wonderland. Formed many years ago by a volcanic eruption and I think
some erosion or something (like I said, geology isn't my strong point),
the City of Rocks rises up out of the surrounding plains as if its the
earth's crown. Comparisons with Stonehenge are hard to resist. It's a real
kick to walk around inside the rock-formed hallways and tunnels. Also a
great place to play hide-and-seek, if you're so inclined.