3. As long as I can remember, I have been obsessed with throwing rocks. I don't know why I just can't get enough of it. Maybe I'm part caveman, I don't know. And it doesn't matter how or where I throw rocks - skipping them in lakes, shooting them from a sling, throwing them off bridges, or causing pain to annoying kittens (okay, the last one is not quite true, unless you replace "annoying" with "unsuspecting" and "kittens" with "small children") Observe:
This is me, probably thinking about throwing rocks. Or about how awesome my pants are. Or about the sweet gap in my teeth.
(this is definately during one of my "akward" years, which ended up lasting nearly 2 decades)
While in Auburn, Sheri and I discovered an awesome hike. It led to an open area with steep cliffs that I knew if we could just climb to the top of, we could have some sweet rock-throwing:
The new setting for "Lord of the Rings IV: Gollum vs. Elmo"
We managed to make it to the top of the cliffs without killing ourselves (much to my surprise). The best thing about it was that not only were we on a cliff, but we were also above an old mine. So by the time the rock finally hit the bottom, you could have watched the first half of "Pride and Prejudice" (if you didn't thow up first, of course).
Be sure to pump up the volume so you can hear the "rock" music...(ba-doom-ching!)