Same here, love rocks. I carried some across country when we moved. They always bring a smile when I see them. Well, most of the time. In CA, I had used a bunch of rocks in a dry stream bed. One day I spied the neighbor next door picking them up to shore up his slipping dirt bank. I would have given him some if he'd asked. When I went out and explained that I'd found those and had to haul them all back home myself, he returned them. Oh well.