When I was out at the beach back in July I noticed a distant outcropping that at first appeared to have many birds standing on it and remaining very still. Curious I walked closer and soon realized that the dark shapes were in fact rock piles people had made. There were easily over 100 such towers of many sizes, and in spite of the proximity to the beach the spot was almost silent, only the sound of the tide seemed to exist. There was an odd sort of feel as I clambered over the outcropping to take it all in. It felt as if each of the towers held a prayer or a memory from the creator that was giving off a steady low level energy like a clear, small bell sound at a distance carrying across the land. No markings tell anything of the makers which I think adds to the mysterious feel of the place, like when you find a bit of china cup in the dirt. You know what it is but little else, you know someone once held it but not much more or how it ended up where it did. Sometimes all we can do is sit in the mystery and marvel at all we can’t know.