After a few attempts, I finally located Goathead and the homebrew camp on a dusty Saturday morning. He was eating breakfast and obviously recovering from a night of slight overindulgence.
We had packed our daughter's ashes to bring to him for this unique and wonderful gift. She passed away 16 years ago. I was not really expecting the emotional response I had when I got them out and got a small pinch of them out and placed them into Goat's large worn hand. I suppose it serves to prove the point that with time we can learn to accept and live with the loss of a child or loved one, but the pain of that loss is always there, just beneath the surface and it will come out when it decides to.
Conditions weren't good at that time for using the lens, so I entrusted Rachel's ashes with him and headed back to camp with plans to either swing back by Sunday before he left or make arrangements for him to send the stone to us. Well, as the Playa does, I never made it back over and in an exchange of messages, I sent Goat my address and the stone arrived this past Monday.
Pictures do not do it justice. It is beautiful and you can see flecks of her ashes in the shiny black surface.
Thank you Goathead, this will be a treasured stone and a cherished Playa gift that I do not think can ever be topped.
Playawaste Raiders cordially invites you to suck it.