It was virtually flat and other than some huge boulder which the wind seemed to have blown down from the distant mountains nothing rose above three feet.

Here and there among the sea of pebbles, enigmatically shaped boulders rose like dark islands.

A sizeable boulder rose from the dust.

Then I released it, and the boulder rose to hover about ten feet in the air.

The boulder rose faster, and Malik let go, dropping into the river beside them.

Downstream, a boulder rose up above the surface about half a dozen feet from shore.

The boulder was still in the air, still rising, as he reached his vantage-point.

Smaller boulders, rocks, pebbles, grit, all rose out of sight and left the view clear.

As they approached a narrow part of the trail, boulders rose on both sides as if the thin path had been cut through them.

A sizable boulder rose from the dust.