To all who have planted rock fields up the Kississing Road.
To all I have kissed up the Kississing Road. (kidding)
To Darcie who goes on dusty rhino rides for buckets of stones. To Jess who trades sea glass and shells.
To dad who spends a cold fall day gently balancing boulders. (what's the key word?)
To Steve who brings drinks, gets excited and admires.
To the camp at Wabagiegik (how do you spell that?) and the first stone wall.