Last fall I took the kids paintballing in the foothills near where we live. While they were out peppering each other with little balls of color, I took a hike through the countryside. On a low ridge, I was quite surprised to see a couple of grinding holes in the rock. Looking around, I managed to find a couple of grinding stones to fit the holes, apparently left there 150 years or so ago, where they lay until I wandered by. I moved one over to the best hole for the picture, but left everything there, taking only photos. I'd wager I had more fun discovering this than the kids did with their paintballing.

The countryside with one of the grinding holes in the foreground.

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The best hole and stone.

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