or the state of granite. We live in Mass, but New Hampshire is just around the corner from us. We shop there, we dine there, we camp there and Mary even used to live there. All along the highways you will see these huge walls of granite with long grooves in them. This is how they seperate the shelves so that they can create the roads. As we were driving along, this particular area struck me as extremely interesting as it looked like the rocks were crying. According to Mary this is one of the few places that it looks like this, there must be a small spring up above that continues to flow, making the rocks look like they are weeping having lost the rest of their family.