I’m pointy on top and huge at the base, Mummies used me as their hiding place. I’ve stood so long in the desert sun, Even your Wi-Fi’s not lasted that long.

I'm a place where stones are broken, yet I'm never truly shattered. Though I'm dug out, I'm often a source of what's gathered. What am I?

From dusk to dawn I'm hard to see, Forever I am out of reach. In farmers fields and at the beach, Where sky and earth come to meet. What Am I?

When someone calls you a big C, maybe they’re complimenting your breathtaking greatness, endless vitality, and calming presence.

I glide through the sky on a cable at a ski resort or through the waters in Italy.