Peterson’s Rock Garden is a tiny, weird, wonderful slice of Oregon. It’s one man’s wild dream that didn’t care about following rules.
It’s not about art critics. It’s about joy. Leland built it because he loved it. And that love is still there, embedded in every pebble.
So next time you’re driving through Oregon, take the detour. Pull over in the middle of nowhere. Find the rock city.
You’ll stumble out smiling, with a little grit in your shoes. And you’ll probably want to start your own rock collection. You’ve been warned.
