I tried to set careful expectations with the children... when I was a wee-one my family took a vacation to California and visited a petrified forest. I was super excited to see majestic trees soaring into the air, their trunks and leaves and needles all magically transformed into stone. The experience fell far short of my imaginative expectations - vaguely tree-shaped rocks lying on the ground were not what I was hoping for.
And the tree-rocks really were cool. I must have been too hard on them as a child (what with the crushing realization that they were hunks of rock on the ground to cope with and all) because seeing the big and small hunks of beautifully-colored stone littering the ground really was fun.
|See? The rock-trees really are pretty|