September 13.

Goat Rock, Sonoma County.

East	West	South

My lightning bolt.  The first rock balanced in quickly by itself, but the weight of the second one caused me to re-balance them as a single unit.  There's a slight cantilever in there.  The third begged for its position and, like a magnet, held its place even as the two below it adjusted themselves.    That top pancake?  Plain inspired luck, pre-imagined.  Holding the stone in my right hand, I felt its balance point and set it atop the third stone.  Bingo!  No adjustments necessary, which is quite a rare event, so far.    Bolt:  15/60+.         Below, clockwise from lower-left:         10/10,  15/60+,  5/20+,  10/30+,  5/05                              50kb

 

September 19.

Goat Rock, Sonoma County.

15/25+                       5/50+          20/70+     10/65+

I had an amazing time stacking the large, egg-shaped stone in the third stack over.  I continued setting a fourth stone and then watching it fall, setting a fourth stone and watching it fall, over and over.  It took a while for me to "get it".    "Just one more rock" seems to be the thought that's brought many towers to the ground.    Once I finally caught on, I rebuilt it to three, took a breath and told myself I was complete.  I then built each stack only up to the point of hearing "just one more rock" in my mind, and never did one fall.    As I see it, that thought is ego's backdoor-way of saying "it's not good enough yet."  What a blessing!  I'd caught the struggle in a subtler form:  how many times have I rebuilt stacks after a futile attempt to get "just one more" on top?    Definitely too many, but no longer.  I left the beach grinning ear to ear.
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