These folks don’t want anybody parking too close to the high side of their Onondaga Lake trail house.
Rock solid point.
You can’t miss their point.
Rock me
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Mark Bialczak 
I like rocks. I only worry about the kids tripping over them etc… bicycling into them. But I could live surrounded by rocks as easily as surrounded by grass.
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I take your point, MBC. And I worry that it never entered my mind on my own.
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Actually MBM, it enters my mind because of an incident I came across. We were on a bike trail. A very pretty one. Along the edges of part of it were these massive rocks. It looks SO nice. But this day, a man was approaching us who had veered off somehow and fell face first into the rocks. I think of that whenever I see these rocks. (But I still love them…)
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That’s not so beautiful, I agree, MBC.
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A few people in our neighborhood have rocks lining the sides of their driveways. Sure, it’s a good way to mark the line, but I wonder what they do in the winter when those rocks are covered by snow.
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I hope they don’t run over them. I hope the plow guy doesn’t blade them. I hope they don’t hit them with the shovel …
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the message is clear –
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This is their yard and don’t park on it, right, Beth?!
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