I returned from a recent sojourn in interior British Columbia with a belly full of inspiration and memories. One was an hour with my boys and close relations on the shore of a secluded lake blissfully hurling skipping-stones into the clear, glassy water. Skip, skip, skip, bloop. Stone after stone; shouting for attention; certain that the next shot would be the best.
Have you ever spent time skipping stones? I recommend it; it’s a tonic for the brain.
The stone is green Jasper (I think), polished in the Elk River, Fernie, British Columbia, and finished in a rock tumbler.