It's how I felt when I visited Big Bend Park in West Virginia many years ago. The campground was at the end of a long, unpaved road that ran alongside the New River. I entered the Park after dark but when I left in the morning, I stopped to pick up a few loose rocks for my son's rock collection. It was a pleasant surprise when most of the rocks had imprints of ancient seashells. If I get the opportunity, I'm going there again.