Today I saw members of the Rock City community engaged in their livelihood: rock splitting. Before I saw anyone working, I smelled the burning rubber tires used to soften the rock, making it easier to split. In a different area, I saw thick black smoke rising from a slab of ignited rock that was still pinned to the earth’s wall. I saw school-age children splitting pieces of rock with a hammer, toddlers hauling loads of rocks on their heads, and women using rudimentary processes to extract rock from the earth. Rock splitting is drudgery—I have seen no grind like it.