Years ago, my late father had a house at the Jersey shore on a tidal creek 10 miles from Atlantic City. He had an elongated rounded rock shaped something like an Idaho potato, which he kept on the heating stove and put by his feet on cold nights. Now years later I think it may have been an Indian corn grinding stone or something like that.
:’) It would be nice if he’d passed it down, eh?
A range fire burned off the sagebrush once and I went out looking around. The lava outcrops are pretty solid but there are a few bubbles and holes in them. In a nice open spot between lava floes I noticed rings of rocks that had been used to weight down the bottoms of lodges or tipis. I sat down on a lava outcropping to look at them and was right beside a round bottomed quart-sized bubble with another lava the size of an ear of corn stuck in it. I was sitting by someone’s food grinder. That was 20 years ago, now it is covered up again until the next fire.