There's a big rock in the Mojave desert in San Bernardino County, California, that has a peculiar story. Not because of its origins or geography, or even its official designation, because it doesn't have one, but because of Frank Critzer.
It's called Giant Rock, because desert living requires many things, but wild flights of poetic fancy aren't one of them. It's not a very special rock. There's nothing particularly interesting about it. There's certainly nothing remarkable nearby, except for the time machine. It's not even that giant in the grand scheme of things. It's just a fairly big rock. Over the years, it's also been a family home, a center of pilgrimage, the scene of a bloody standoff, a potential rival to Las Vegas, and the galactic antenna for the wisdom of interdimensional aliens. A few years ago part of it cracked and fell off. Nobody seems sure why it did that. The giant rock doesn't have to explain itself.
Altogether, Giant Rock, or actually Frank Critzer, is pretty intriguing, and you can read that story at Cracked.
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