Monday, December 19, 2011
Sure enough, he'd found the grinding rock. Further proof of finding when not seeking. One of the holes is about 5" in diameter and 4" or so deep. Moss has crept to the edge of it as if peering in. The other hole was filled to the top with years of leaves - blackened and turning soupy at the bottom. It is probably 6" in diameter and maybe 10" deep. A well-used spot. I'm so glad that the grinding rock hadn't vanished after all.
When we'd cleared away the debris, Winston climbed onto the rock and dipped his head down into the large hole and drank up the water that had collected at the bottom.
(The original post about this rock, The Point of Rocks, can be found here.)