A Path

Ground breaker.

Trail blazer.

Path finder.

Or maybe just someone who has OCD when it comes to rocks (in addition to a few other things.)

I’m not sure who got me started on this. Maybe my mother. Maybe my grandfather. But for the past 15 years or so, I take something that looks like this:

And turn it into this:

The key to success here is the equipment. Gloves, water shoes, knee pads, and the right personality.

And of course the proper technique:

Sometimes I get a lot of help constructing the path.

Sometimes, not so much. (He actually did do quite a bit.)

“Aw, he got the Velcros”

We did get some time to relax.

Me in my fashionable beach attire.

Some of us got more relaxing in than others: