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July 24, 2006
Future Starship Captains
The Boys are leaving the Loft!After a stellar run of two years, we're packing up and moving forward with life. Though my future is still largely undecided, Borough and Moyse have, among other things, taken positive steps in legitimizing their relationship in the eyes of the law.
In the last weekend prior to the end of an era, we decided to head out with some friends for a camping trip.
The Loft was in fine form, demonstrating our unique mix of brinkmanship, dorkiness and childishness. It stared midnight around the campfire. Borough off-handedly mentioned that he still had a Roman Candle left in his car from camping a year ago. The conversation moved quickly to locations where we could set off this firework, coming to the conclusion that we should hike to a point 20 minutes away. The taunt of the evening was courtesy of an episode of Star Trek: The Next Generation.
None of the three of us were willing to be deemed Science Officers so we headed off for a trek through the woods. Early on in our hike, a white truck followed us briefly until we ducked into the more wooded leg of our trip. This heightened our paranoia slightly. (Was it the park rangers? Why were they following us?) The hiking trails were, as expected, pitch black. The darkness, the unfamiliarity of surroundings and thick foliage on either side of winding and weaving trails added to the ambiance of the trip. Though Moyse would probably be the person most likely to leave Borough and I behind if anything happened, he would also be the most likely to have something happen to him - death, dismemberment, you name it. To head off this eventuality, he established the only ground rule of our trip: No one gets left behind.
After 20 minutes we arrived at the look out. Without the light pollution of the city, the sky was filled with stars. It was a rather serene place. With his flashlight starting to fade, Borough proceeded to set up the firework. The Roman Candle sparked up. Borough, not knowing how long he had with the tiny fuse nor the power of the candle decided to take a flying leap down the stairs of the lookout - without the benefit of his flashlight. Naturally, he landed on his ass.
We stood watching the little light show that we set up, all the while thinking that we really could have set it off at the camp site and it still would have been incredibly safe. It was a pretty measly little firework. Just as the firework expired, a white truck roared beside us. This was a shock for a number of reasons, the least of which was that we didn't know that we were right next to a road of some sort. Between the confusion, paranoia and tiredness factoring in the time of night and earlier alcohol consumption we all started running.I think it was Moyse who was eventually the voice of reason, realizing how unlikely it would be for park rangers to be waiting for a pathetic little firework to go off in the middle of nowhere. We stopped and went back to the platform to retrieve the spent casing, shaking our heads at the ridiculousness of it all.
