No rocks were found. At least not ones we kept.

May 27th while we (Uncle, Connor, Grams, Grandpa and me) were in Montana visiting our cousin Brad while we were looking for sapphires. Brad took us to a creek that was apparently good for trout fishing, and we went walking down a roadway so we could look for rocks on the road, or at least I’m pretty certain that’s why we were walking on the road.
On the way, there were a few birds and multiple ground squirrels and Connor seemed to be interested in the squirrels for some reason.
Near the end of the road, there were some fox kits that were out in the grass. We saw two foxes at first, then two more appeared and I took some pictures of all four of the foxes. After that, we turned and headed back the way we came. Not that far away from where we stopped there was a Chipmunk on a log next to a tree by the road, Connor and I stopped and took a few pictures of it before we continued onward.
Before we went back to the car, we turned to walk another fork in the road that was behind a fence to keep the cars out (I assume that’s what it was for since we had no problem walking by it) and Grandpa went to watch someone who was fishing. I found a small moth on the road that I stopped to take pictures of and Connor and Uncle hung around near me, or at least Uncle did. I remained there until Brad and his granddaughters came back from walking around the road loop and into the grass and trees off to the side. They said there was an old beaver den in the trees and uncle and I went to look. There just seemed to be a couple of trees laid across a small stream, but since it was old, that might make sense.
After that, we rejoined the group and headed back to the car after pausing to look at the river, and Grandpa had found some fishing gear.