Today I had a considerable amount of time on the mountain to contemplate the universe and wander around while I waited for the wind conditions to settle to a safe (for me) level. In my wanderings I discovered that many old beer bottles have been exposed by the recent fires. I gathered up an arm load (8 or 10) and took them back up to launch with the intent of throwing them in the back of Joe's truck

when Irwin came up to rescue me. However, I forgot and left them on the NW side of the windsock next to the cinder block. If someone could take a bag up and haul them off the mountain it would be appreciated. If not, I'll get them next weekend.
Also, with the vegetation low, this is an opportune time to gather up these bottles and cans as we wander off to water the plants.
In the end, Irwin arrived with another student, and they assisted with my launch. All my waiting was rewarded with a very nice glass-off with the skies totally to myself. It was 45 wonderful minutes of nearly effortless flying.