Tanya’s 5-star review:
After filling our bellies with gas station tacos, we decided to take in the local Pescadero shopping. All 1 block of it. After perusing Made in Pescadero, we seemed to be heading back to our individual cars when one of the many handwritten signs for The Old Rock Guy caught one of my older relatives' eyes. Truth be told, I saw the signs several times while we were walking around, but chose to ignore them, figuring it was some person selling gravel from their living room while their grandmother chain-smokes next to you on the sofa. "Oh, Old Rock Guy! Let's go see him!" exclaimed my crusty uncle. D and my cousin and I groaned, and I said, "actually, I've been trying to avoid seeing the Old Rock Guy," but to no avail.
We then headed to behind the Duarte Inn, to what suspiciously looked like a home to me. Great. We entered the Old Rock Guy's abode/office/store, and I have to admit to being easily won over by a handwritten note posted on the door, something to the effect of running to the post office to check on the status of joining some Lonely Hearts Club. Underneath it was a similarly neatly penned yellowed note, with a different quirky away message. The Rock Guy was in fact in, surrounded by his various products.
Here's the thing about The Rock Guy that you should perhaps know, because I wasn't exactly ready for it. The Rock Guy is hooked up to an oxygen machine, presumably 24/7, which is initially a little disconcerting, but certainly does not make him any less awesome or his wares any less fantastic. The thing about me is that I have a soft spot for geodes and any of their rocky relatives. The Rock Guy has all sorts of gorgeous goods for your home...rose quartz hollowed out for little candles, so as to subtly glow from within, amazing bronze-y bookends, and many more items. He clearly picks out high quality (though by no means prohibitively expensive) pieces with love and care, many of which have a little typed history about their place of origin and methods of formation.
If you're in Pescadero, after eating your tasty gas station tacos (some of which you'll be bringing back for me), ignore that little internal voice and go see The Rock Guy. His store is worthwhile in a way that transcends the quirky local flavor gift shop that you would expect.