Caroline McClure My world has been rocked by rocks ever since I spied a special stone on the shore of Lake Superior as a young girl on a family camping trip. My precious find looked exactly like a freshly sliced orange, complete with divided segments and a carrot-coored rind. It stared up at me, right at my feet, waiting to be discovered.Living and working in Yellowstone National Park for more than a dozen years allows me to continue to explore the fascinating world at my feet.I learned to notice nature and its quirky shapes from my grandfather, Victor Clarence, who never missed seeing a twisted tree limb, an oddly-shaped stone or a fascinating chunk of earth. On family car trips I'd perch on his lap to marvel at the landforms surrounding us.Now, as an adult, I look to the natural world to retain the curiosity and imagination of that child who sat mesmerized on her grandfather's lap. You may see what I see in these rocks, or you may see something entirely different. The key is to notice and protect them. Read More Read Less