Hey, that rock came from a very old mountain range and so is very valuable with all those historic associations. They ought to have been quite glad to have a rock like that delivered to them. ;^) I have had rocks mailed to me. There was a box from Michigan with a name I didn't recognize. I opened it and unswathed a rock from layers of plastic bubblewrap... when it fell apart into concentric shells in my hand. "Damned post office can even break a rock!" was my first thought. Then I found the note. Several years before, I was hanging around Yosemite Valley waiting for Tioga Pass to be cleared so that I could drive up to the High Country. A guy I'd been talking to was from flatland, so I offered to show him some real mountains. We drove up but couldn't get to Mt Dana because of the snow, however there was a clear spot near the trail with rocks. Lots of rocks. I proceeded to make a miniature zen garden with cracked rocks for the waterfalls, and he helped find just the right ones after I showed him what to look for. Years later he saw that rock on the shores of Lake Michigan and remembered a wintery day made special. It's a really neat rock. :) Carolly