A place just on the border of the mental and physical outskirts of San Francisco that appears mundane and un-fantastic.
To the uninitiated, they are just boulders organized into walls, presumably by ranchers, because that would make the most sense. Some melted into the ground, some standing tall, some that go on for miles.
Yes, it must have been ranchers…
Then again, when you don’t have a reference point or context for anything else, what would you assume?