We took a family camping trip this past weekend to Fairy Stone State Park to celebrate Sly’s bday early with his family. It rained (and hailed) all weekend, and supposedly some fellow campers spotted a tornado. I wasn’t too worried about the weather (we had tornado watches like every other day growing up in Texas) — it allowed us an opportunity to build a fire and spend most of our days and nights cooking, eating, chatting, and playing with our nephews.
Fairy Stone Park is named after the special sorts of rocks that can be found nearby. Scientifically, these geometric cross-shaped rocks are known as Staurolite crystals but legend has it that the rocks are a result of fairy tears when they heard about the death of Christ. Supposedly these rocks protect against witchcraft (?), sickness, accidents and disaster.
