Our beans turn to stone to thank BATW Ambassadors Doug & Marci Thompson for taking them to see the rock trees!

Top of the morning, tree huggers and Flintstones, and welcome to the petrified forest! It's here in this national park located along I-40 in Northeastern Arizona that the beans have stopped to see one of the world's largest concentrations of petrified wood. What exactly it's scared of the beans will never know, but we're hoping it doesn't frighten our poor nervous frijoles into rock, too. Anyway, did you know that petrified wood is the official "State Fossil" of Arizona? 'Tis true. And while there's a $275 fine if you get caught helping yourself to a sample of the goods from the park, they still estimate that no-goodniks make off with upwards of 14 tons of awfully-heavy souvenirs every year. The frijoles highly frown on you stealing from the national forest, and instead recommend that you just take a picture, then buy a can of black beans from a nearby merchant and place that on your knick-knack shelf instead. It sure beats having another useless paperweight laying around, and they won't land you in a desert jail cell. Anyway, the beans had a good time in the petrified land, and hope to avoid any Medusa moments in the near future, because stone beans wouldn't be very tasty or good for your teeth.