[color=orange]"Hehehe you'll get used to it little darlin. Burns so good don't it."[/color] remarked Rolo.

A persons first taste of bourbon is never a graceful affair. Many a spitting and sputtering to be had. The bitter burning taste hid a very slight hint of sweetness. Though perhaps, to Rolo, said sweetness was imagined. To him, the buzz was what was important. But it seemed that Corinne didn't share that philosophy when it came to drinking. Rolo resolved to bring some fruit flavoured vodka mix drinks for Corinne on their next camping trip. A cute girly drink for a cute girly girl.

[color=orange]"Anyways, as I was sayin. It all began centuries ago. Back when the Esselen people roamed these lands both wild and free. When the men were warriors, and the women were  queens. Back when your legacy was the lessons and morals instilled in your child. No fancy jewels, cars or nothin."[/color] Rolo explained.

He gently took the bottle of bourbon out of Corinnes hands. Being careful not to spill its contents. It wasn't a cheap bottle, not by anyone's estimation. But Rolo did like to spoil himself at times. 

[color=orange]"Thanks Corinne baby."[/color] said Rolo.

Yet another swig was taken from the one man drunken army. No buzz yet though, but the night was still young. And a delightful story still needed to be told.

[color=orange]"The Esselen had this belief ya see, that rocks could hold both memory and spiritual power. The Esselen around the area of Sea Salt Bay in particular, believed in a pretty powerful memory holdin rock."[/color] said Rolo.

[color=orange]"Take a wild guess where this spiritual rock is at."[/color] challenged Rolo.