Rock Hounding in Pacifica California for Easter

The straps of the Osprey backpack weigh on my shoulders with our new hammer, one of its sides a sharp hatchet, hooked onto the side strap. I don’t mind the weight. My eyes graze the ground. I’m searching. There are hundreds in front of me, but I’m looking for something more. Something special. I realized Easter was on Sunday. Miles from my childhood home (Hawaii) and nephews (also in Hawaii), I…