The other day we went for one of our very long walks on the beach. Early on our walk my Mom saw a white rock and commented how pretty it was. Then she saw another two and for some reason became fascinated. She picked the 3rd one up. She said it was rare to see a pure white rock on the beach so she told me that maybe they were hope rocks. Whatever. So we continued our walk and she picked up any pure white rock as well as some other rocks and shells along the way,. Not sure why.
I never figured out what she was hoping for. I was hoping to go swimming. Didn't happen. So much for hope rocks.