I do that too. On our honeymoon (21 years ago ), we rented a motorhome and drove from Toronto to San Diego, up the coast and back home through the more northern states. At the border crossing, the customs officer came into the motorhome, just shook his head and got out. He did not want to catalogue the enormous quantity of rocks and beer bottles we were carting with us . The beer bottles were Mr. Rattus' collection. His intention was to remove the labels and frame them for his basement studio (they were all craft beers, which were nowhere near as prevalent then as they are now). Needless to say, after a couple of years the bottles went into recycling.Originally Posted by buglover;3074199;
The first rock we picked up, however, I just rediscovered this weekend while trying to reorganize the ground covers in my front yard. It is a big black chunk of what Mr. Rattus thinks is lava (I have no idea) that we picked up at our campsite in New Mexico. It came with us from our first house, and will be coming with us again if we ever move.