Stuart is a field and track athlete ... and now a rock-climber as well. zg
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From: Stuart Wild
To: [email protected]
Sent: Tuesday, May 31, 2005 12:15 PM
Subject: The Sunrise flux
Dear Zen
Yesterday I was so sick of my losing streak that it I decided to climb
a mountain about 5.30 pm. Sunset mountain is pretty high but like a
dutch man we take our risks for granted.....well well.
Going up a mountain is ok. I did not realise that sometimes I could fall about 50 meters deep. But there ws no other way going up. By midnight I reached the top. I think it is about 1200 meters that mountain.
Coming at the top I had this wonderfull preview at las vegas and
decided to sleep on a piece of rock. Of course sleeping near a wild dog isn't
everything and I thought for a while, that walking back would be a
better option.
Full of adventures spirit I decided to climb down the other
side because I thought that was easier. After sliding down the rocks
for 70 meter I realised that I was stuck in the middle of the night.
Going down was to steep and thinking to go up I realised that I forgot
how I came here in the first place.
Sitting there or better say standing there I started really seeing the
problems coming. Tired and slightly panicing I ordered myself to calm down.
Hilarious enough I had an excelent view at the strip but the worldseries of
blackjack seemed to be further away then ever. 3 oranges, and one small piece
of rock I could decide to move through was all I had. I never ever
experienced such a danger as before.
Being here in this miserable situation I thought about Zengrifter my guru in blackjack sitting somewhere at the strip playing his game. I could see him playing; shall I call him to say goodbye whenever my feet will not get that small piece of rock? ...hmmmm
Blackjack fluctutation was a piece of cake compared to this scenario. One slide
and I was f**king dead. I ordered myself to stay momentarely aware of
the situation, and was forced to take that small piece of rock at zen
level.
Hanging over a cliff around 1am in the morning isn't the best time I've experienced but... I did not slide and after I had to climb all the way back up and then discovered a normal way down. I fell about 50 times on my arse
but I took that as a forced rest.
I might do some slightly tougher workout after a losing blackjack session next time. lol
Your friend and student.
Stuart (aka 'Stork')
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From: Stuart Wild
To: [email protected]
Sent: Tuesday, May 31, 2005 12:15 PM
Subject: The Sunrise flux
Dear Zen
Yesterday I was so sick of my losing streak that it I decided to climb
a mountain about 5.30 pm. Sunset mountain is pretty high but like a
dutch man we take our risks for granted.....well well.
Going up a mountain is ok. I did not realise that sometimes I could fall about 50 meters deep. But there ws no other way going up. By midnight I reached the top. I think it is about 1200 meters that mountain.
Coming at the top I had this wonderfull preview at las vegas and
decided to sleep on a piece of rock. Of course sleeping near a wild dog isn't
everything and I thought for a while, that walking back would be a
better option.
Full of adventures spirit I decided to climb down the other
side because I thought that was easier. After sliding down the rocks
for 70 meter I realised that I was stuck in the middle of the night.
Going down was to steep and thinking to go up I realised that I forgot
how I came here in the first place.
Sitting there or better say standing there I started really seeing the
problems coming. Tired and slightly panicing I ordered myself to calm down.
Hilarious enough I had an excelent view at the strip but the worldseries of
blackjack seemed to be further away then ever. 3 oranges, and one small piece
of rock I could decide to move through was all I had. I never ever
experienced such a danger as before.
Being here in this miserable situation I thought about Zengrifter my guru in blackjack sitting somewhere at the strip playing his game. I could see him playing; shall I call him to say goodbye whenever my feet will not get that small piece of rock? ...hmmmm
Blackjack fluctutation was a piece of cake compared to this scenario. One slide
and I was f**king dead. I ordered myself to stay momentarely aware of
the situation, and was forced to take that small piece of rock at zen
level.
Hanging over a cliff around 1am in the morning isn't the best time I've experienced but... I did not slide and after I had to climb all the way back up and then discovered a normal way down. I fell about 50 times on my arse
but I took that as a forced rest.
I might do some slightly tougher workout after a losing blackjack session next time. lol
Your friend and student.
Stuart (aka 'Stork')