Let me rephrase that. Why DO big rocks rock?

The Mate and I just spent two days looking at and clambering around on the big rocks of Joshua Tree. (“Clambering”–what a great word!) We’re still feeling high. And I’m trying to figure out why.

Is it because big rocks erupting out of the earth make us wonder what else is under our feet?

Is it because their whimsical shapes and configurations make us think about geologic time, or God?

Or let our imaginations romp to giants stacking their toy blocks?

Maybe they’re just pretty, especially in spring.

But my favorite theory? Big ol’ rocks bring out the lil’ kid in all of us.

What do you think?